being pro hero! katsuki bakugo’s pr manager
“well if you want dynamight on the show, i’m afraid you’re gonna have to meet me halfway here.”
it was normal day at the office, phone calls coming in every half hour, papers needing signatures and sent away, assistants and interns barging in with some new assignment or question.
and here you were, right in the middle of it all.
you had been a public relations consultant for a couple of years until you landed the job of a lifetime. being the pro hero, great explosion god murder dynamight’s head public relations manager. you were in charge of everything regarding his public appearances, interviews, and so on. to land such a high position and with the top five ranked pro heroes in the industry was a high honor.
not something you took lightly either.
“elise, you know how my client is. if he’s not allowed to express at least one explicative, he’s not doing the show.” you argue with a talk show host who desperately wanted dynamight on as a guest the next day.
the other line went silent for a moment that you suspected she hung up after not getting you to budge but then you heard a sigh.
“fine, l/n. you got a deal. god, you’re such a hardass.” the talk show host sneakily replied
you smile confidently as your finger hovers over the ‘end call’ button. “that’s why they pay me the big bucks.”
with that, the phone call was completed and you could check off a finished task on your huge to-do list. you look over your hectic schedule, trying to complete the most urgent projects first so you could head home early for the day.
it was your four year anniversary with your boyfriend, a big milestone, so naturally you wanted to leave as early as you could to see him. he had taken the overnight shift just so he could get to you early and begin preparations.
you typed frantically, went back and forth from your office to the copier and completed more than half of the reports that you needed to submit by the end of the day.
“miss l/n, these came for you.” one of your assistants knocks on the doorframe. you look up at her and see the young girl struggle with a giant bouquet of white and red roses. you quickly aide her and guide them over toward your desk, the size overtaking your entire desk.
you take a look at the card and had to bite your lip from the school girl giggle that you wanted to express. they were from your boyfriend, and the inscription was cheeky but also sweet, wishing you a happy anniversary.
what a dork, you thought happily.
the next few hours came and went, and you were still trying to finish your giant workload in the next two hours. you looked up at the clock and noticed, you skipped through lunch.
it was a desperate attempt that you thought would help but you were getting hungry. shutting down your computer, you push yourself away from your desk and head over toward the office kitchen to grab a small something.
you pass by some of the interns who were clearly not doing work and didn’t notice you, one of the bosses, walking past them. not that you minded, if they wanted to come in on a saturday to finish their work, so be it. you would be in bed, hopefully naked, with your hot boyfriend.
“god, the boss is so hot.” one of the interns claim as she bites her lip.
the other scrunched up her nose, “the old one?”
“no!” the previous shrieks, “the pro hero boss. dynamight?”
“oh yeah.” a blonde one twirls her hair. “he’s so fine, he came in the other day to talk to the manager and i had to control myself.”
you smile in amusement as you overhear their conversation. your boss, katsuki bakugo, aka dynamight was an attractive man, and would always have the assistants and interns swooning over him. not that he ever paid them any mind, he never did, way too serious for that.
“you think he’s good in bed?”
“of course, a guy that looks like that? i bet he’s a sex god.”
“i’m so sure i can get him to ask me out.”
“no way, i hear he has a girlfriend.”
“hm i bet it’s nothing serious. he’s a pro hero, i’m sure he wants someone pretty and young. if i see him, i can get him on his knees.”
shutting the refrigerator after grabbing a yogurt, you walk over toward the group of girls thirsting over the pro hero.
“girls, i hardly think this is appropriate work conversation.” you raise an eyebrow as the interns quickly disperse and go back to their cubicles.
as you approached your giant office at the end of the hall, you noticed that more gifts had been placed all over your office. a giant arch with more of those gorgeous roses that you adored framed the entrance. a teddy bear with a small jewelry box in its stubby hands, and a neatly arranged takeout box from your absolute favorite restaurant.
if you had been in the comfort of your private apartment, you would be able to express the emotions that swelled your heart that had been stolen by your boyfriend. but you had a professional image to maintain, you could freak out later.
you tried to get more work done when you noticed the same interns from earlier gathered around one of the girls’ cubicles, probably to gossip some more. it would be rude to listen, if they weren’t being so damn loud.
“did you see the manager’s office? talk about overkill!” one spoke with a side eye toward your open door but you maintained concentration on your computer.
the other one narrowed her eyes with a snicker, “how much you want to bet she sent those to herself? she’s such a buzzkill who never lets us have fun. i doubt she has a man waiting for her. what guy would ever want that under him?”
the comments were annoying but you were a big girl, a soft sigh escaped your lips as you were on the home stretched of your workload before you could leave for the day.
you prepared yourself for more of the harsh words but they remained quiet as the air shifted in the office with the dinging of the elevator. the girls bit their lips and fixed their hair with the reflection on their cellphones. the rest of the office stiffened and remained hard at work with some of their mouths remained agape and in awe.
the curiosity got the best of you, so you pushed your chair from the desk and walked over toward the door to your office to get a better look. the sight caught you by surprise as you weren’t expecting your boss so soon, or ever. you could feel the migraine coming as he probably had an issue with an interview or something like that.
katsuki bakugo, or better known as great explosion murder god dynamight at the agency, had arrived at the office, hero uniform in tact, dirtied from a mission and that signature scowl on his face. if you didn’t know him, you would think you caught him on a bad day, but he was physically incapable of having any other expression.
but damn could he wear that expression really well.
you remained stoic as you watched him pass by every staff member that watched him in admiration or fear with his head held high. as he was approaching your office and therefore passing by the land of the clueless interns, one of them was shoved by her friend to where she stumbled right in front of him.
katsuki’s eyebrow raised in confusion and annoyance as she catches her balance. but she was bold, and grabs his bicep for assistance, the touch making him tense up in disgust. his face said it all, he was not sure why the hell she was touching him.
“can i help you?” he asks with a rude grunt and snatched his arm away from her grasp. the girl trembles but regains her composure, engaging in what appeared to be seduction tactics.
she flips her highlighted hair and offers a sultry smile with battwrijg her eyelashes. “mr. dynamight, sir, i just want to say i truly admire what you do. and it is an honor to work for such an incredible hero like you.”
you had to stifle your laugh to remain calm in your workplace but the girl was absolutely striking out and she had no idea. that stuff didn’t work on katsuki, and it actually made you feel kinda bad. if they weren’t so cocky about getting him to fall for them just hours ago.
but nonetheless, the second hand embarrassment continued. “and if you ever need the quality company of someone…special….” she traces his wrist with her manicured finger as he retracts his arm again. “i’d be happy to volunteer.”
her friends smiled and giggled in suspense as they had thought their friend had done it, she seduced the boss, just like she said she would.
katsuki noticed the giggles and then looks up to notice you eagerly enjoying the show while leaning against your office door frame. he rolls his eyes before focusing back on the foolish, confident intern.
“who the fuck are you?” katsuki finally speaks and looks down on her in complete annoyance.
“i..i’m emmy, an intern. you have to remember me, i introduced myself on my first day. we had a connection.” she babbles trying to maintain the image that was slowly fading away as her friends watched in amusement.
katsuki looks at her with the most bored look you could ever give a person. “who the fuck are you, actually? i have no idea who you are and why you’re even talkin’ to me. seriously, just go back to your little desk before i make the decision to fire you.”
the intern’s face was covered in red as she slowly walks back after being read to fiilth and being called out for her overconfidence. she had a sour look and it seemed as if she had never gone through the experience of rejection before.
there’s a first for everything.
what her intern friends whispered to her, you had no idea, because your boss had you in his sights and made his way over. god he was going to be in an even worse mood after that shit show.
“yeah?” you ask with a hint of a smile, still playing the little novela on repeat in your head.
katsuki takes you in before looking over your office. all of the gifts that engulfed your desk and pictures made him scoff in what could only be described as annoyance, but it wasn’t.
“i did a good job, didn’t i?” he comments with a small smirk in victory, the same one you fell in love with four years ago.
the boast was not silent and was heard throughout the office, your coworkers and subordinates were shocked but none dared to say a word.
you shrug nonchalantly, “the flowers were a nice touch but i think you hit your peak on our third year.”
katsuki genuinely laughs at your retort and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead, while also hiding a quick grab of your butt, something he did when he really missed you.
“get your stuff, we’re leavin’. i’ve had enough of this weird ass office.” katsuki was already grabbing your jacket and slinging your work bag over your shoulder so you basically only grabbed your small lunch bag that coincidentally he also bought you. “got us a table at that restaurant you’ve always wanted to try.”
you smile in admiration as you close the door to your office. katsuki places his hand on the lower part of your back and guides you forward, a comforting touch he’s always done even before you were dating.
“i also booked you that interview on that popular show,” you brought up in excitement as you walked. “and you get at least one curse word, uncensored.”
katsuki smiles at your face and just how dedicated you were to not only him but your job. you knew him so well, better than anyone else. “that’s my girl.”
you pass by the group of interns from before who now just examined you in awe. they couldn’t believe their stick in the mud boss that they gossiped so much about, bagged the hottest and most desirable pro hero. you were their hero.
“girls, i expect you to come in on saturday to finish those reports that you all seemed to forget about on account of the events from…earlier.” you motion toward the one intern that flirted with your boyfriend who couldn’t even meet your eyes but she nods nonetheless.
katsuki doesn’t even pay them attention before leading you toward the elevator and away from all of those inquisitive eyes that were glued to your now uncovered relationship.
“told you the interns had a thing for you.” you cheekingly bring up as you press the button for the parking garage.
“fuckin’ nobodies. thinkin’ they got a chance when i got the most perfect woman already.” katsuki grabs you and pulls you to his chest where your hands rest.
you jokingly pout your pretty lips out that he loved so much. katsuki had to physically restrain himself from taking you right there in the elevator. “so you wouldn’t trade me in for a pretty, young intern?”
the question was so foolish in his mind that it barely made an impression. you were his world, his everything. that beautiful pr consultant that changed his life when you came in for your first day.
“fuck no.” katsuki coldly laughs and presses kisses all over your neck. “one more year, i’m puttin’ a giant diamond ring on that finger of yours.”
