#dyanmight

he turned around on his side and called over his shoulder, voice casual but with a hint of amusement. “morning, angel. didn’t expect you to be awake already.”

“morning…” you said, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “i dont know why i am awake so early either..."

bakugou smirked. “figured id have to file in a sick-day for you after what i did to you last night."

you slapped his shoulder and rolled your eyes. you got out of the, putting on a simple white tshirt from his closet, and headed outside the bedroom. as you were making your way down to the kitchen, you were quietly taking in his apartment.

it was surprisingly cozy. sleek furniture coloured in blacks, navys, whites and creams. but personal touches everywhere. a small plant sat by the window, a framed photo of some distant mountain, a sketchbook with pencil marks on the table. a tissue box on the counter. some plants around the entrance.

as you stepped into his living room, to continue observing, he suddenly made his way down to you. "observant little thing, arent you?"

"just admiring your personal taste, boss." you smirked.

"tch, brat. told you to stop calling me that." he told you scoffing, you turned around and to your surprise he was only wearing his boxers.

"go take a shower, ill make some breakfast."

you nodded, making your way upstairs once again. you took of the shirt you were wearing, tossing it in the laundry basket, and hopped into his shower.

you might have not have your personal stuff with you here, but he definitely had some expensive, good quality products. it was clear that he takes care of himself. expensive shampoo, hairmask, conditioner, body wash.

you grabbed an unused loofa from one of his cabinets and used it to scrub away any filth on your skin. as you tossed your hair up, waiting for the conditioner to have an effect.

you rinsed it out and washed your body. soon after you wrapped a clean towel around yourself and stepped out. the floor was warm, perfect for after showering.

suddenly you heard him outside the bathroom. "KATSUKI! COULD YOU BRING ME MY BRA AND THE SMALLEST TSHIRT YOU OWN?" you yelled for him.

"alright." you heard him call back as he was clearly opening some drawers in his bedroom. knocked on the bathroom and handed you some articles of clothing.

your bra, clean socks, a clean pair of the smallest boxers he owns, a small tshirt and some sweatpants.

as you got dressed, you looked in the mirror. the fit didnt look to bad. just not professional enough for the office as it looked more casual. but at least you had comfortable clothes that fit you.

you blowdried your hair and smoothed it out with a brush. applying some oil to its ends. then you applied some light makeup from your pouch from last night. some lipgloss, eyebrow gel and mascara.

once you finished showering and getting dressed, you went back downstairs.

only to see katsuki changed with damp hair.

"did you shower?" you asked, sitting on the island stool.

"indeed. used half the time you did." he nodded as you scoffed at him.

you continued eyeing him down, damp messy hair, black compression shirt, muscles on display.

"are you hungry, or are you gonna keep eyeing me?" he asked sarcastically.

“a little of both,” you admitted, smiling.

he laughed, the sound low and warm. “fine. breakfast is ready very soon."

you watched him move, effortless, precise, confident even in the mundane. you caught yourself thinking about how those same hands had held you last night, how his chest had felt pressed to yours. the thought made your stomach twist in a familiar, nervous excitement.

“here,” he said, sliding a plate toward you. “eggs, toast, juice."

“thank you,” you said softly, watching him pour coffee and taking a seat next you. “you really cook, katsuki?”

“don’t get used to it,” he muttered, but the slight grin on his lips betrayed him.

you breakfast ate together, stealing glances when he wasn’t looking. every subtle brush of fingers, every shared look, sent tiny sparks through you.

after breakfast, you washed your hands, fixed your hair once more and added some final touches. you took a moment to admire your reflection, adjusting your outfit, imagining his eyes on you. he appeared in the doorway, puffer jacket wrapped around his body, gym bag on his shoulder

“you ready to go,” he said, eyes narrowing slightly. ruffling your hair a bit.

Your cheeks warmed. “yeah, although i wouldnt have minded a sick day” you murmured.

he rolled his eyes, "f course."

during the drive to work, there was a comfortable tension in the car. he hummed softly to himself while driving, the faint scent of his cologne making your chest race. he glanced at you every so often, smirking. "you nervous?"

"a little,” you admitted. “it’s… weird being around you like this."

“relax,” he said, but there was a teasing lilt in his tone. "i aint gonna bite you"

you nodded, biting your lip, your heart pounding with anticipation.

as he parked in the underground parking. you both used the elevator to make your way up.

once the elevator reached the ground floor, you both stepped out. and headed different direction to avoid suspiciousness.

as always bakugous agency is full with energy, papers rustling, phones ringing. a middle-aged man muttering complaints about deadlines, a young woman tapping furiously at her keyboard, someone humming a song too loudly while making coffee.

as you made your way to your office, bakugou was already there. standing by the wooden hanger, taking off his jacket.

you made your way to your own desk and did the same. slipping off your purse and emptying the papers inside.

bakugou appeared by your desk, leaning in slightly, voice low. “ready to survive another day?”

you smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “with you around, probably.”

he smirked, eyes flicking over your face. “careful, i might start expecting that.”

you sighed. "i just wish i had my own clothes with me right now."

he laughed a little, then made his way to his desk. and started responding to emails.

after a couple of hours of endless coffee trips, papers being handed to you by your boss to give to team leaders, and filed reports. you finally decided to take a break.

it was 14:00 and the day so far had been very relaxed compared to some others.

kirishima then stepped into you and bakugous shared office, giving dynamight a nod, then making his way to your office. kirishima knocked on the glass door playfully, before you smiled at him and let him in.

"morning y/n! how are you doing today?" he asked cheerfully, taking a seat on one of the stools. "doing good, how about yourself eijirou?" you said, looking up from your small lunch box.

"doing good myself. thank you for asking, i came here to inform you of something." he said, digging through the folders of papers he was carrying with him.

"which is?" you asked, with a gentle smile on your face. you are always kind to eijirou. as he is one of the only few people whom understand you well in this agency.

"take a look, yourself. or ill just read it out for you." he handed you small binder of papers.

you read the sender. the hero committee.

thoughts were rushing through your head,

was the villain documents not approved?

are they not counting katsukis wins?

"eijirou..tell me what is this about, i cant be asked to read on my break." you told him anxiously.

he chuckled, "relax. nothing too serious. but today they sent a similar mail to every hero agency, informing that the portal for case, including villain, saving and other submissions by pro-heros is now officially closed for the year. since the full meeting and the final count of every hero's statistics and ranks will be happening in three weeks."

you exhaled, relieved by the information.

"that being said, they are going to send an agent from the hero committee to evaluate this agency's public image reports. alongside prepping the team leaders, lead secretary, aka you. as well as dynamight and myself for interviews to make sure we present well. our agnet is camie utsushimi, it says at the end of the paper."

you nodded, smiling at kirishima. "alright well, that sounds wonderful."

kirishima brightened somehow even more, "right? i thought so too. i mean..interviews kind of stress me out, but im working on my posture and what i say...and mina keeps telling me to smile like a golden retriver."

"see i knew you were dating Mina.. you just refused to tell me" you smirked at him, crossing your arms.

his face grew red. "uhh- yes omg, i guess i really forgot to do that, huh?..but yes. we have been together for a little bit now. even thought we have known each other forever."

your face softened. "aww..happy for you both."

"but i think the public likes your golden retriever smile."

he rubbed the back of his neck. cheeks warming. "thank you..it means alot coming from the lead secretary-slash-powerhouse of this place."

you rolled your eyes affectionately. "i’m literally just organizing paperwork.”

"and keeping katsuki from blowing up the interns," kirishima corrected, holding up a finger. "don’t sell yourself short."

you snorted. "fair enough."

he nodded once, satisfied, then gathered the documents into a neat stack. "anyways.. camie should be here in like… an hour or two. they gave a window, but i know how she is. she might show up early. or even late. or with glitter. or all three.”

"that’s not reassuring," you muttered.

kirishima burst into warm laughter. "yeah, I know. it might even go left considering camie and bakugou had...history.." he winked.

you raised a brow. "History?"

"He’s gonna be so mad at me" he paused. "they dated back when we were in UA. but they didnt last very long, a couple of months before she..allegedly cheated on him with Shindo Yo. today knows as pro-hero Grand."

you stared into space for a second, before you hummed a little. "hmmm....i seeee"

kirishima then looked at you and you both shared a laugh. "remember if anything goes wrong, just hide behind bakugou, he'll fix it."

you two shared another laugh, the tension fading into something light and comfortable before he finally excused himself to go brief the rest of the team.

only an hour passed before the front desk sent a message through your office tablet:

"committee representative camie utsushimi has arrived."

you exhaled, then peeked through the glass wall. you were supposed to take her in and welcome her. then, the elevator dinged, and she stepped out.

camie walked out like she owned the place.

she was dressed in a fitted cream blazer, matching skirt, long glossy curls bouncing behind her. two committee assistants followed her, one with a tablet, one with a stack of forms.

her perfume hit the room before she did, sweet, heavy, sugary.

kirishima appeared in the hallway, waving her over politely.

"camie! welcome to dynamight’s agency!, long time no see!"

"heyyy, Kirishimaa~!"she cooed, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "s’been sooo long, right?" she said, throwing herself into his arms for a hug.

"heyyy...lets take it slow." he tried to be polite, pushing her gently away from him.

you stood, smiling at her. she didn’t greet you. instead, her eyes immediately darted past you, toward Bakugou’s office.

of course.

kirishima cleared his throat, gently redirecting. “why don’t we head to the conference room? everyone’s waiting.”

“sure thing!”

her heels clicked like gunshots as she entered. team leaders filed in, discussing between some papers. they were sat across the table, you and kirishima on either side of bakugou.

bakugou arrived last, sauntering in with a bored expression. until he saw who the representative was.

his whole face soured.

camie brightened like a damn firework. “katsukiiii~! long time, no seeee!” she went up to him to hug him, but he just went right past her to his seat.

bakugou crossed his arms slowly.

you, bakugou, kirishima, the team leaders, and the committee assistants settled around the table.

camie cleared her throat and switched into her “professional voice,”

"okayyy, team! So I’m here on behalf of the hero committee to do a mini-evaluation. basically, i’ll be checking public image reports, communication patterns, interview readiness, and, like, your agency vibe. essentially"

bakugou muttered under his breath, "what the hell is an ‘agency vibe’…"

camie ignored him and continued, flipping through her holographic tablet.

"so! here’s the deal. In the next three weeks, you’ll need:

• updated case summaries • new media-approved hero statements • public-friendly quirk explanations • polished interview answers • and, like, zero chaos.

she glanced directly at bakugou.

bakugou glared. "…tch."

kirishima raised a hand eagerly. "we’re already prepping the paperwork! Y/N is helping coordinate all the files-"

camie’s eyes finally flicked to you, scanning you up and down.

"oh riiiight, you’re the lead secretary. cute outfit."

it wasn’t a compliment.

You smiled politely anyway. "thanks. we’re ready to cooperate fully."

"great! then let’s begin the data check, bakugou, you come with me for a sec."

your stomach tightened. but bakugou didn’t move.

he stared her down with a coldness even you felt across the room. "nah. do it here."

camie blinked, caught off guard. “oh… okayyy. sure."

she went over statistics, numbers, image guidelines, and communication templates.

you took notes. kirishima asked questions. team leaders chimed in.

camie acted completely professional. at first.

but as her three-hour evaluation wrapped up… the shift happened.

she shut her tablet with a soft click and swayed, as the team leaders had began leaving the meeting room, returning to their tasks.

as well as camie's assistants who informed her they were heading to another agency to repeat the process, and that they would be waiting for her in the parking lot.

"so katsuki… you’ve… changed. got all buff and serious~,” she giggled, touching his arm lightly.

bakugou’s eye twitched.

kirishima came over to you, to have a few chats with you about the meeting. but also feeling like your vibe has changed a little bit.

camie leaned in even more, practically breathing on him. "you shoulda visited me sometime. y’know… we used to be sooo close."

bakugou stepped aside, jaw tightening. "back up."

"aww c’mon~ still so shy? you were way more relaxed when we dat-"

"camie," he snapped sharply. "you’re here for work."

She pouted dramatically, flicking her hair. "ughhh, soooo cold. relax, im just teasing."

kirishima cleared his throat nervously. "uhh, camie, do you need us to sign anything before you go?"

"oh! right right." she gave him a bright smile, but her eyes slid right back to bakugou.

when the forms were signed, she stood in front of Bakugou again, her voice sugary sweet.

"let’s grab lunch sometime, katsuki~ just like old times. i’ll text you, okay?”

bakugou didn’t answer. still sat in his place. as you and kirishima collected your things.

you stiffened, but didn’t speak.

camie noticed.

she smirked at you. knowingly.

"byeee everyone~"

the door closed.

the atmosphere was uncomfortable. tight. thick.

kirishima let out a breath. "well… that was… something." as you both stood by the door, ready to leave.

bakugou stood still, jaw locked, eyes dark.

you swallowed and finally asked, voice low:

“…why is she so close to you?”

his head turned sharply toward you.

and the air shifted.

bakugou let out a sharp breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose. you and kirishima both turned toward him, waiting. even though kirishima somewhat knew what had happened.

kirishima finally broke the silence. "okay, go ahead and explain to y/n your previous relation with camie. and also explain to me why the fuck she kept targeting y/n on everything. can someone explain to me what the HELL that was. because camie was acting like she owned the place. and like she-" he pointed between you and bakugou "-knew something i didn’t."

bakugou scoffed. "yeah? Because she thinks she does."

you crossed your arms, trying to keep your voice steady. "so… what exactly is your history with her?" you asked, even though you already had an idea.

he looked at you, then looked away. jaw tight.

"fine. whatever. i’ll explain."

Bakugou sighed.

"she’s was from a different school when i went to UA. we trained together a couple times. it wasnt anything serious. but she flirted with me nonstop.”

kirishima’s mouth dropped. "WHAT? And you never told me?!"

"i thought you had liked her and now you are acting like nothing?"

bakugou glared. "because it was nothing."

you raised an eyebrow. "did you… flirt back?"

"not really.” his answer was immediate. firm. "i mean i would be lying if i said i didnt give in eventually. but at he start i wasnt really interested. till she kept showing up, flirting with me, talking to me, and then one day she asked me out. and i just said why not. see where this could go."

bakugou muttered, thumb tapping impatiently against his thigh. "then after a couple of months of us seeing each other n gettin to know each other n shit. deku spots her with shindo, or grand or whatever his fuckass name is.”

your eyes widened. "what?"

"yeah, even though they were both aware of what they were doing."

"fast forward to the end of UA. shindo cheated on her, then he fell down the hero charts. while i kept on climbing them."

kirishima let out a low whistle. "damn… that explains why she was all over you earlier."

"and why she kept staring at y/n like she wanted to bite her,” kirishima muttered under his breath.

bakugou’s head whipped toward you. "tch, don’t take any of her bullshit seriously. she’s weird. and she sure as hell doesn’t mean anything to me."

you opened your mouth, then closed it again, his tone had softened just a bit.

then for some seconds there was awkward tension. kirishima glanced between the two of you. sort of connecting the dots. but deciding to let it go.

kirishima then, smiling cluelessly, clapped you both on the shoulders. "WELL! that was… wow. a lot. but hey! we’ve got work! media prep! interview notes! stress!”

you laughed despite everything. "yeah. right."

"let’s go, eijirou,” you said, nudging him.

kirishima grinned and followed you out, talking loudly about scheduling and speech drafts and last-minute reports.

bakugou stayed behind for a moment, staring at the closed door with an expression somewhere between annoyed and protective.

then he muttered under his breath, "like hell i’m letting that girl mess with anything…"

and he got up, hands in pockets, heading after you.

you stepped into the hallway with kirishima, both of you walking slowly, your minds still replaying every second of the evaluation.

kirishima nudged you lightly. "hey… you okay?"

you forced a tight smile. "yeah. just tired."

"today was… a lot," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "i hate seeing you uncomfortable."

your expression softened. "you’re sweet."

he grinned, dramatically, like a proud retriever. “i try.”

you tried making a joke to lighten the mood. "pro-hero pinky scored with this one."

he chuckled "she scored the manliest of them."

bakugou finally stepped out of the conference room, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click. he looked calmer. not relaxed, just… collected. like he had decided something.

when his eyes found you, he straightened slightly.

“oi,” he called, voice low. “come here for a sec.”

kirishima gave you a look that said i’ll go pretend to do paperwork somewhere else, winked, and walked off.

you approached bakugou slowly, folding your arms. “yeah?”

he studied your face. not your expression, your face. like he needed to see every detail of your reaction.

“you’re pissed,” he said.

you exhaled. “i’m not pissed. i just-”

“don’t lie,” he cut in softly. “you’re pissed.”

your jaw clenched. “fine. i didn’t like the way she acted around you. it felt… disrespectful.”

“she’s always been annoying.” his voice dropped to something rougher. “doesn’t mean i’m entertainin’ it. or will be.”

that made something warm flicker in your stomach.

you looked down at your shoes. “it’s just weird feeling. i don’t want to feel stupid.”

bakugou’s brows furrowed. “hey.”

you looked up.

“you’re not stupid,” he said, voice rough but soft in the middle. “don’t ever say that.”

you swallowed, throat suddenly tight.

he didn’t stop there. he leaned down slightly, lowering his face so he could look directly into your eyes.

“i’m not lookin’ at anyone but you.” his tone wasn’t teasing or cocky, just honest. painfully honest. “got it?”

you froze. not because you didn’t believe him..but because you did.

“katsuki…” you breathed.

you felt everything you wanted to say rising in your throat, all tangled and warm and terrifying.

he opened his mouth again. like he was going to say something real. something big. something he’d regret or something you’d replay forever.

but then:

"DYNAMIGHT SIR! You got a sec?” someone’s voice echoed down the hallway.

he closed his eyes, jaw tightening in annoyance. “…you gotta be kidding me.”

you stepped back quickly, the spell breaking.

he sighed. “whatever. i’ll handle this shit later.”

the rest of the afternoon crawled by.

the agency had that late-day heaviness, lights dimming slightly, workers stretching, some complaining about overtime, someone arguing with the printer, someone else reheating noodles that smelled way too strong.

you were drowning in reports again, but your mind was still half somewhere else.

every time bakugou walked past your office, he glanced inside.

every. single. time.

at 18:40, the sky outside tinted orange, your tablet buzzed with the daily end-of-shift summary.

you exhaled, leaning back in your chair. kirishima passed by your door and waved tiredly.

from across the office, bakugou stood, stretching his shoulders, rolling his neck to the side. then he made his way to you.

slow steps. hands in his pockets.

he stopped in front of your desk.

“you done?” he asked.

“almost,” you said, finishing a line of typing. “why?”

he shrugged slightly. “thought maybe you’d… come over. we could eat, unwind. talk if you want.”

your heart pulled in two directions. wanting him, and needing space to breathe.

you set your pen down and looked up at him.

“i… think i just want to go home tonight.”

bakugou blinked slowly. processing. “yeah?” he asked quietly. then he leaned against the edge of your desk, arms crossed, eyes narrowing. “so… you’re just gonna go home after this? that it?”

you nodded. “just… today was a lot. i need time to clear my head. plus i need to change out of your clothes."

he looked at the floor for a second. stepping closer, voice low but intense. “come on. just… come home with me. i’ll make dinner, you can shower, relax. why fight me on this?”

you blinked at him. “i’m not fighting you, i’m just saying i want to enjoy my own company today. we are acting like we can never see each other again."

then he nodded once. firm. accepting.

“i’ll drive you.”

“you don’t have to—”

“i’m driving you.”

your lips twitched upward. “fine.”

"good girl."

you cringed and he laughed.

the ride in the car felt different from the morning.

the tension wasn’t uncomfortable, it was intimate. a silent acknowledgment that something had shifted.

bakugou held the wheel with one hand, wrist resting low, driving smoothly for once. the faint glow of passing streetlights brushed across his face.

you stared out the window for a bit, then finally said softly:

“i’m not mad at you. you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“didn’t say i did,” he muttered with a smirk on his face.

you smiled at the window. “you’re impossible.”

“and you’re dramatic.” he said, putting a hand on your left thigh.

you narrowed your eyes. “i’m being honest-”

“i know,” he interrupted. “i’m not makin’ fun of you.”

you turned to him, and he looked at you just long enough for the sincerity to register.

“i just… didn’t like seein’ that look on your face,” he said quietly. “the one you got when she walked up to me.”

your breath caught.

“katsuki…”

“whatever. we’re fixin’ it. no more thinkin’ about that idiot.”

you looked away, smiling softly.

he parked in front of your building, engine humming lowly. it was only 20:00.

for a moment, neither of you moved. then he turned to you, leaning back against his seat.

“so you’ll… text me?” his voice was lower, almost careful.

“no,” you said jokingly. “of course not, why would i ever text you.”

he nodded, lips pressing together. then he reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. he slowly kissed your lips.

“go inside before i change my mind and drag you back to my place.”

you laughed, cheeks warm. “goodnight, katsuki.”

you opened the door, stepping out into the cool night air. he waited until you were inside the building before driving off.

you unlocked the door, and stepped inside your home. you exhaled and felt at ease. you drank a glass of water and head to your bedroom and changed into some comfortable pjs.

stepping into the bathroom to brush your teeth, and do your skincare.

by the time you were making your way to your bed. your phone buzzed.

katsuki <3: you home?

you smiled.

me: yes

another message came almost instantly.

katsuki <3: …look. sorry about today. didn’t mean for things to get weird. im not very good with this shit in person, so ill use whatever resources to express how i feel. but all i know is that i dont want you to be sad again, even as slightly as earlier today.

you bit your lip, heart softening.

me: it’s okay. it wasn’t your fault. im not mad, and im not thinking about it anymore. so you can relax.

katsuki <3: still pissed she made you uncomfortable. i’ll handle it. don’t worry.

you exhaled slowly, warmth curling in your stomach.

me: i’m not worried. goodnight, katsuki.

katsuki <3: goodnight, angel.

your heart did a quiet flip.