So Dynamight wasn't the best boss. He knew running an agency was a difficult job, and as much as he liked to think he grew from his much angrier past, he still had a lot to learn. He gets cold, he gets snappy, and when things get really stressful, he sometimes shuts everything—everyone—out.
That's where you came in. You admired Dynamight and you wanted to do some good by helping him, so you joined at around the infancy of the company. You, in all your most competent glory, were a blessing. You were the best PA anyone could ask for. The best employee, in general. You faced his unique personality head on, took all the challenges in stride, even played the biggest role in the growth of his agency.
You often had to deal with the consequences of his decisions. You've lost count of the amount of times you butt heads with his new hires, all of which were given a chance because they simply believed they could surpass the great Dynamight. Apparently, he admires that quality in people, but not all of them turn out to be the best people.
"No, no, please," You say politely, heels clicking against the tiled floors as you approached one of the new heroes in the lounge. "Please refrain from putting your feet on the coffee tables. It's unsanitary."
The man simply stared back at you, completely unperturbed. "My feet ain't dirty, lady."
You sighed and adjusted the thick folder in your arms, trying not to spill the coffee in your right hand. "No, but your shoes are. Please— Oh my, don't do that!"
What seemed to be the man's friend had just kicked the vending machine, a dent now visible at the base. "This thing broken or something? Not a good look for one of the top hero agencies, just sayin'."
Most days you could only talk on the phone, and even then you could hardly get a word out before he's spouting instructions.
"—add Creati's baby shower to my calendar and get a gift. You decide on it. Don't know what you're supposed to bring to those things."
You let out the nth sigh for the day, quickly putting your things down to scribble a reminder. "Got it. Uh, could I schedule—"
"Did you finish the report on the kidnapping? I need it by this afternoon."
"Yes, sir. It's on your desk. Also, I'd like to—"
"And show the new guys around. You know the drill. There's a list of things to do on the system if they're not preoccupied."
You bit back a retort. "Yes, and about them—"
"Just message me whatever it is. Gotta go."
And on the days you did see him, you were sure you got blisters from having to constantly march around after him.
"Sir," You damn near heaved, swiping through your tablet. "This conference is extremely important and they're very insistent on having you there. You already skipped the past two years."
The blond scoffs, biting into a protein bar you'd handed him after he burst into his office through the window. Typical Dynamight entrance. "I have ongoing jobs that actually involve saving people. Me attending next year won't kill them"
But they'll kill me, you thought. The old higher-ups have been hounding you for weeks in advance.
You were ripped out of your thoughts when your face collided with his solid back. He'd stopped to grab some drink from the vending machine, not even noticing the damage at the bottom caused by one of his rookies, nor the fact you'd damn near broken your nose from hitting him.
"Oh, and tell Pinky to get off my ass," He adds gruffly, grabbing his chosen drink before walking off again. You curse and quickly run after him. "Not doin' a dumb commercial. Call Mr. Sparkly for that."
"You won't even consider it?"
"I've considered no."
"But she said—"
"And I said no. Get it off my schedule."
You glared at those toned traps as your finger repeatedly pressed backspace on the tablet. "A renowned journalist would like an interview."
"Did you think sayin' they're renowned would convince me to go and talk to them?" The hero practically spat back as you two entered his office. "Told you I don't do that shit anymore. They already know what I want them to know. Got nothin' else to say."
"Well, I was hoping you'd take the opportunity considering your last interview ended in disas—"
Katsuki whips around to face you, making you flinch. For the first time in a while, you finally meet those infamous crimson eyes. He cocks his head at you. "What was that?" He dares, tone sardonic as he bares his canines.
Your mouth clamps shut, eyes falling to your tablet. You weren't scared, no. God knows you're more than used to this. You were more worried about who would face the brunt of his frustrations later on if this conversation escalated. You shook your head lightly.
"That's what I thought." It would be nice to dig your stiletto heel into his foot for once. Just once. "We're done here."
You lifted your head. He'd been back for 5 minutes! You had a dozen things you needed to talk to him about. "But I still—"
"We're done here," He cuts you off, louder and raspier. His back is already turned to you, hand fumbling with his gauntlets. You tried not to chuck your tablet at his head. Not like it was your money to waste, anyway.
...
But you knew what you were signing up for when you applied, yes? You were familiar with his reputation, and you knew it wouldn't be a walk in the park. You understood, and you didn't hold his prickly attitude against him, right? At least he wasn't cruel.
So why?
You looked up from your computer, pausing on the planner you were writing on for Red Riot agency's upcoming anniversary celebration. You felt a weird prickle at the back of your neck. Your coworkers were busy and there was no one on the sidewalk below.
You were being watched.
Then, movement. You turned to the apartment building to your right, located across the street. Most of the windows were either boarded up or had closed curtains. No, wait. You were sure something on the roof moved. You stared for a while, eyes narrowing and waiting for something. Or someone? You didn't know.
After a while, you decided you'd lay off the coffee and went straight back to choosing balloons for the party.
...
Katsuki felt like a creep.
This was an objective downgrade from being his PA. He could see you at your spot within Red Riot's headquarters, desk right next to a big window. He wasn't spying, alright? He just so happened to be hanging out on the rundown roof of some apartment building, one littered with bird shit and abandoned potted plants. It just so happened to have the perfect view into your space, with a nearby HVAC unit he could hide behind just in case.
Your cubicle was small, and you've stayed there for most of your shift. Yes, he's been watching for a few hours. What's so wrong with that? He's taken the day off, anyway. You didn't seem to have as important of a job as before, which probably meant lower pay. You don't get to walk around as much, either, and you're surrounded by way too many people for his liking (a grand total of 3 other cubicles).
You left his agency for this? Left him? What, the fancy office with the mini fridge and comfy couch, paired with either heating or air-conditioning wasn't enough? Again, you could have just said so.
But you didn't, which meant those weren't your issues.
He let out deep groan, running a hand over his face.
"What the hell am I gonna do?" The words came out grumbled under his breath, directed at no one else but the pigeon that's been sitting next to him for some time. The bird cooed at him, bulging eyes staring him down intently.
Katsuki nodded, as if understanding. "Yeah, you're right. Can't sit around and mope, that's for sure. I'll figure it out. I always do." He huffed, finally rising to his feet and giving you one last look.
"I'll get you back."
.
That's a promise.
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