♡ personally, i dont feel like he listens to heavy metal! he seems like the type to be loud and then get pissed at others for being loud..
♡ he would def listen to king krule
♡ people say he'd be extremely chronically offline but i feel like hanging out with kirishima and kaminari would make him unknowingly brainrotted
♡ adult! katsuki has one of those organised fridges with the little containers designated for each vegetable. (DO NOT, mix his vegetables up.)
♡ in a relationship,at first katsuki would refuse to hold hands with you, you thought it was because he was embarrassed until you found out it was actually cause his palms are so sweaty
♡ he def calls people geeks for liking anime or reading mangas, unbeknownst to them he has a whole shelf full of manga in his room
♡ he would make fun of one piece fans while secretly watching the show
♡ ragebaited very easily i think we all know this
♡ not a good ragebaiter because he gets agitated and ends up just ragebaiting himself
♡ he is not good with technology.
♡ he also cant send emails
♡ he takes long showers and deadass has a whole beauty regime
♡ he doesnt save peoples names in his phone so whenever he gets a text he has to guess who it is based on their texting style
♡ middle school! katsuki would be a cyberbully... he would have unrestricted screen time and stay on his laptop typing up the most diabolical comments under tiktoks of people just having fun (he would do it from a fake account,he claims to not have social media)
♡ he would be extremely ashamed of his antics in the future
♡ thirdyear! katsuki would not gaf about how people live their lives, he'd still get angry regularly dont get me wrong, he just wouldnt judge others, i feel like even if he wanted to judge them he wouldnt care enough to
♡ mina and hagakure, regularly send him the boyfriend asmr people make about him, infact they even play it when he's in the room. (they asked jirou to help them taunt him but she was too busy) sometimes even ochako joins in
♡ he loves fan edits a lot, obv he never admits to it but he has a little folder full of his favorite fan edits (the ones that make him look strong) he reports the cute edits with lovey-dovey songs and tries to get them removed..
♡ the lowest he's ever gotten in an exam is a 70 in middle school maths
♡ he was off school for a week because he got ulcers in his stomach from eating too much spicy food
can we start writing more mha fics with strong female characters?
why does fem! reader always have some sort of a useless quirk where she can create rose scented bubbles that make you ticklish for a whole 0.8 seconds or a quirk to give other people power-ups using her deep love and affection for them..
and then when there's an actual moment for redemption where she can show her skills she slips under 20 rocks and some big strong hero has to save her and she falls in love with him
and then when she (rarely) has an actually strong quirk, she leaves her hopes and dreams of stepping into the action by joining the support course to cheer on bakugo from the sidelines or smth
"guys.. i just got the most awesomest idea ever" kaminari exclaims as climbs up onto the couch in the common room, "lets make a playlist together!!"
"a playlist? thats actually a pretty good idea.." jiro replied "and awesomest isnt a word, dimwit"
gorillaz,panchiko,mgmt
denki kaminari's music taste developed heavily throughout the school year (he used to listen to white boy pop), a lot of the music he likes is from jiro, at first he listened to panchiko, gorillaz etc to impress her but he ended up liking them too, jiro still thinks hes faking ♡
lil hero, ayesha erotica, prime doja
mina ashido's music taste is centered around girly hyperpop, it keeps her moving and energizes her when she wants to breakdance, or when she wants to lift her/others moods. shes very accepting of all music taste's but she tends to make little jokes here and there about sad music ♡
sombr, gracie abrams, katseye...
mineta. he invited himself to the playlist, nobody wanted him to be there nor did they want him to add any music (except for sero and kami they vouched for him) they got rid of all the songs he added later
nujabes, king geedorah, dean blunt
shoji is calm and collected, his music taste reflects his personality, he prefers instrumentals and calm music ♡
king krule,mf doom,earl sweatshirt
katsuki bakugo likes british rap, but not british drill like central cee dont be mistaken, he likes artists like king krule. he often plays songs by these artists on the drums, he never, ever plays the drums for anybody else ♡
newjeans,illit,fifty fifty
ochako uraraka loves kpop!! her and hagakure meet up after school and chit chat inside hagakure's dorm with ochakos playlist in the background (ochako's playlist isn't actually on her phone, she has to borrow hagakure's whenever she wants to listen to music because her phone doesn't have music facilities) ♡
wave to earth, foo fighters, deftones
kirishima eijiro's music taste is very diverse, he could listen to literally anything, even country. he's like the guy to go to if you want someone to listen to this cool new song you found, he'll listen and he'll instantly add it to his 45 hour long playlist ♡
the official hero guide podcast
izuku midoriya doesn't listen to much music ♡
panchiko, paramore, linkin park
kyoka jiro loves music, her music taste isn't diverse but she likes indulging in different genres like kirishima does, but only because she feels like she needs to be open minded if she wants to advance in her music journey ♡
miyagi michio,goro yamaguchi,joe hisaishi
momo yaoyorozu's music taste reflects her expensive taste, she enjoys traditional japanese artists, but she is very open minded and has no complaints when listening to a different genre ♡
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pairing: agent!bakugo x agent!reader
synopsis: bakugo lives by discipline, precision, and loyalty to the horizon, an agency that works in silence to maintain order within the streets of japan. You move just as carefully, serving the viper, a shadow network that thrives on deception and control. neither of you knows of the others double life beyond the underground boxing ring where the both of you play into one another’s false identities. what begins as competition slowly becomes something harder to ignore, bonds break, and truths which were tucked behind slowly unravel. everyone has their breaking points. so what’s yours?
warnings: swearing, slow-burn. no more content warnings!! (eg:angst,fluff) no spoilers heh
synopsis: bakugo lives by discipline, precision, and loyalty to the horizon, an agency that works in silence to maintain order within the streets of japan. You move just as carefully, serving the viper, a shadow network that thrives on deception and control. neither of you knows of the others double life beyond the underground boxing ring where the both of you play into one another’s false identities. what begins as competition slowly becomes something harder to ignore, bonds break, and truths which were tucked behind slowly unravel. everyone has their breaking points. so what’s yours?
series m.list: here
new chapter every sunday, send a message through the suggestion box to be added to the taglist!
Bakugo barely slowed as he swerved into The Horizon’s underground parking, the tires letting out a sharp screech before the car settled into place. The building loomed above him, all glass and steel, polished to perfection in a way that felt almost suffocating. He rolled his window down just enough for the scanner to catch his face, jaw tight as the red beam flickered across his features.
Face identified. Access granted.
“God, could this take any longer” he muttered, already irritated.
He stepped out, slamming the door behind him harder than necessary, exhaustion weighing on his body in a way he refused to acknowledge. It wasn’t just the mission, or lack of one. It was the night. The ring.
“Oi, Bakugo!”
He didn’t need to turn to know who it was, but he did anyway, already annoyed. Kirishima jogged up beside him, all easy smiles like he hadn’t just come back from work himself.
“I’m gone for two days and you forget about me already?” Kirishima laughed, reaching out like he expected a proper greeting.
Bakugo clicked his tongue, brushing past him. “Move. You’re in the way.”
“Man, you’re as friendly as ever,” Kirishima said, still grinning as he followed. “Good to have you back though.”
“Go do your fuckin work.”
He didn’t slow down, pushing straight into the main office.
The shift from the outside to the inside was immediate. The Horizon wasn’t just an agency ,it was a machine. Everything inside it was sharp, efficient, and calculated down to the smallest detail. Weapons lined the walls in perfect rows, each labeled and categorized, some sleek and minimal, others complex enough to take a minute just to understand. Screens flickered across the room, feeding constant streams of surveillance and data, the quiet hum of technology filling the silence.
Bakugo’s eyes skimmed over it all without much interest until they landed briefly on a modular weapon,blade, gun, shield. Simple. Practical. He could respect that.
The centerpiece, though, was impossible to ignore. An oversized axe-like weapon mounted at the center display, capable of adapting to multiple elements. Fire, ice, water, whatever the user needed. It doubled as a communication device, even a grappling system. Too many functions, in his opinion, too many moving parts.
Still, it had one thing going for it.
It had been stolen from The Viper.
And that alone made it valuable.
“Bakugo.”
His attention snapped forward instantly at the voice. Enji Todoroki, 'Endeavor' stood near the main table, flipping through files with a sharp expression that never really changed.
“You’re late.”
Bakugo’s jaw tightened slightly. “Got here as fast as I could.”
Endeavor didn’t look impressed, he rarely did, with a quiet exhale, he motioned to the side. “Mina. Show him.”
Across the room, Mina straightened, spinning lazily in her chair before tapping rapidly on her Nano-Tab. The screen behind her flickered to life, filling the room with grainy surveillance footage.
A figure moved through the corridors, fast. They didn’t hesitate though, they slipped past security like they’d mapped the entire system beforehand.
Bakugo’s eyes narrowed slightly as he watched, arms crossing over his chest. “…They know what they’re doing.”
Mina nodded, unusually serious. “No facial recognition, no fingerprints, nothing. It’s like they erased themselves on the way in.”
Endeavor’s voice cut in, low and firm. “They accessed restricted files.”
A brief pause settled over the room before he added, “We suspect an internal connection.”
Bakugo’s gaze sharpened. “You think it’s one of us?”
“Or someone tied to us closely enough to know how we operate.”
That answer didn’t sit well, but he didn’t argue.
Instead, Endeavor turned fully toward him. “I want every log checked. Every entry and exit reviewed. Scan the system for any sign of tampering. You have two weeks.”
Bakugo didn’t hesitate. “Fine.”
He stepped closer to Mina, already focused. “Give me access to everything from the past week.”
She nodded quickly, fingers moving across the screen. “I’ll send it all over tonight,” she said, then hesitated just slightly, glancing up at him. “But Bakugo… be careful. This isn’t just some random breach.”
He scoffed, already turning away. “I’ll handle it.”
His expression darkened, irritation settling deeper in his chest.
“Tch.”
Meanwhile, you leaned back in your seat, the city stretching out in blurred lights as you drove. The adrenaline from earlier had long since faded, leaving behind a quiet kind of exhaustion that settled into your bones. Your fingers tapped absently against the steering wheel as your mind replayed the night,not the crowd though.
Him.
You frowned slightly, eyes fixed on the road. “He was decent,” you muttered under your breath, like saying it out loud would make it less significant.
That’s all it was though. A good fight.
Nothing more.
Your phone buzzed beside you, lighting up with a message from The Viper’s group chat. A meet-up, with drinks. Sounds tempting, but you were drained.
You huffed softly, typing out a quick response.
"got my share of that alr, maybe tomorrow tho"
You tossed the phone back onto the seat, your gaze flicking forward again. For a moment, you considered reaching out to Keigo Takami, 'Hawks' your assigned supervision. The agency insisted on it in certain situations, though you’d never once felt like you needed it.
You decided against it.
Instead, you turned into the underground lot of your agency.
The Serpent.
To the outside world, it was just a hotel. Clean and completely normal. People checked in, stayed the night, left without ever realizing what sat beneath their feet.
Seven floors hidden underground, each one more secure than the last.
Getting in required more than just clearance. Codes, facial recognition, fingerprints, voice authentication, even puzzles designed to filter out anyone who didn’t belong.
You passed through it all without hesitation.
By the time you reached your room, the silence felt almost too heavy after the noise of earlier. The space was sleek and minimal, designed for function as much as comfort, every detail tailored for someone who might need to disappear at a moment’s notice.
You stepped inside, letting the door slide shut behind you.
For a moment, you just stood there, staring at your reflection.
“I should learn more about him…” you murmured quietly, tilting your head slightly.
“…Bakugo.”
The name felt strange on your tongue.
He was interesting.
but potentially useful.
If he could be trusted.
You changed without much thought, slipping into bed, the exhaustion finally getting to your head.
The next morning came too quickly, your phone’s sharp buzz cutting through the silence.
You groaned, reaching for it before forcing your eyes open.
New target identified.
"Finally.." you muttered
You sat up, scrolling through the encrypted file, your expression slowly tightening. The details were vague,but something about them felt off.
Familiar.
You frowned, shaking your head. “I'm overthinking it.”
Across the building, Hitoshi Shinso leaned back in his chair, reading the same file. A slow, knowing smile crept onto his face as he skimmed through the details.
“…This is going to be fun.”
The briefing room filled quickly, quiet conversations dying down as you took your seat. At the front stood Tsunagu Hakamada, 'Best Jeanist', posture straight.
“Pay close attention,” he began smoothly. “This target is not like our usual assignments.”
The screen behind him lit up with blurred images and incomplete data.
Then his tone shifted.
“And before we continue…”
“Your last mission was a failure.”
The room fell silent.
You didn’t react outwardly, but the words still landed. “You moved before the security cameras were fully disabled,” he continued calmly. “That was a miscalculation.”
“I thought—”
“You thought wrong.”
Disappointing.
A few glances flicked your way,
“Actions have consequences,” he said simply, before moving on.
But the damage was done. The Horizon had already blocked your access to their mainframe, because of your little slip up. Someone over there knew exactly what they were doing.
Standing outside the confinement room later, you weren’t surprised.
Best Jeanist was already there.
“I trust you understand,” he said.
You met his gaze without hesitation. “I do.”
“Four days. Solitude and reflection.”
You exhaled slowly. “…Right.”
“Think of it as rest.”
You almost laughed. The silence inside was suffocating at first. White walls, minimal furniture,nothing to distract you. Just your thoughts.
And they were loud enough on their own.
When the door finally opened days later, you stepped out without hesitation,only to stop when you saw her.
Camie leaned casually against the wall, a faint smirk on her lips.
“Well, you’re finally out,” she said lightly.
“Temporary doesn’t mean permanent.” you reacted, already tired of her antics
Her smile widened just slightly. “The team’s gotten used to me”
You stepped closer, unfazed “Then they’ll adjust again”
There was a brief pause as you held her gaze, tension settling quietly between you.
Then you moved past her. Her soft laugh followed you down the hall, but you didn’t look back. You didn’t need to.
Because if Camie Utsushimi wanted a fight?
You’d make sure she lost.
Days passed, and you finally got sick of being stuck in your own head.
You didn’t overthink it. You showered, got dressed, and picked something that made you feel like yourself again, a long, black dress, with a thigh slit. and the cutest serpenti bracelet!!
Makeup was quick, clean wing & mascara. You grabbed your bag and stepped out.
“Going somewhere?”
You didn’t even slow down. “Don’t talk to me.”
Shinso sighed behind you, falling into step anyway. “Still mad? You know I didn’t have a say in that.”
You stopped just long enough to shove his hand off your shoulder. “You didn’t have to agree either.”
“I didn’t—”
“Get lost”
You walked off before he could try again.
The drive wasn’t great. You missed a light or two. Someone yelled, you ignored it.
You just needed out of this chaos which seemed to be your life.
You pulled over near a bar that looked decent enough and stepped inside. The pinnacle, your favorite bar,is under renovation, the police made a crazy mess. So you'd have to settle for the second best.
“One vodka.”
Your voice sounded off.
The drink came, you barely touched it before you felt a hand on your shoulder.
You turned, unimpressed. “You again.”
Bakugo looked way too comfortable for someone who claimed he didn’t waste time in places like this. “You’ve got a habit of showing up where I am.” he snarled.
You gave him a look “Pretty sure it’s the other way around.”
He pulled out the seat next to you, without even asking.
“I thought you didn’t drink,” you said, taking your shot.
“I don’t,” he replied. “Often.”
“Then don’t start now.”
He huffed, almost like a laugh “You always this friendly?” a smirk creeped onto his face "I'm a stranger, you know that right?"
You rolled your eyes, grabbing your glass again. “Can we not do this?”
“Do what?”
“This.” You gestured vaguely between the two of you. “Talking. Just,sit there quietly”
He didn’t answer right away. Which, surprisingly meant he actually listened.
You exhaled, picking up your phone for distraction.
One new message
From 'second best'
"Why the fuck is Camie texting me". You locked your screen immediately.
Not happening.
You set your phone down. “…You handle the bar situation?”
He glanced at you. “Yeah.”
“That’s it?”
“What, you want details?”
You shrugged. “You look like you’d make a big deal out of it.”
He clicked his tongue.
“So, tell me,what’d you do?”
“Kicked the officer n left.”
You stared at him for a second. “That’s it?”
“That’s it."
You huffed slightly, but it was… easier talking like this, not thinking about everything else. Which was exactly why you didn’t trust it.
You opened your mouth to say something else—
And then Bakugo went still. A second later, you felt it too, a hand, on his shoulder.
You both turned.
Camie Utsushimi stood there, smiling like she’d just walked into something entertaining, you could just hope that she didn't get the wrong impression of you and him in the same bar.
Then, she smiled wider. “I’m Camie,” she said, like this was normal. “I’m her friend.”
You let out a slow breath, dragging a hand down your face.
chapter five: a night with newfound friends
pairing: agent!bakugo x agent!reader
synopsis: bakugo lives by discipline, precision, and loyalty to the horizon, an agency that works in silence to maintain order within the streets of japan. You move just as carefully, serving the viper, a shadow network that thrives on deception and control. neither of you knows of the others double life beyond the underground boxing ring where the both of you play into one another’s false identities. what begins as competition slowly becomes something harder to ignore, bonds break, and truths which were tucked behind slowly unravel. everyone has their breaking points.
so what’s yours?
series m.list: here (chapter 1,2 and 3 are completed!)
The silence in the ruined training room was thick, only broken by the distant, muffled echo of the sirens, and you and Camie just stood there, staring at the empty mat where the blonde guy had been slumped two minutes ago.
"Well," Camie breathed, finally breaking the quiet while she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, "the doors are actually open now thanks to the loudmouth, so should we just leave?"
You looked at the dented titanium door, then back up at the jagged hole in the ceiling where the insulation was still fluttering like snow. The sheer absurdity of the last hour finally hit, and a bubble of hysterical laughter escaped your throat, turning into a full-blown fit of giggles that made your ribs ache.
"Yeah," you wheezed, wiping a stray tear from your eye, "sure, let's get out of here before Hawks comes back and blames us"
"Exactly, my hair literally cannot handle another hour in this humidity," she joked, already stepping over a pile of plaster toward the exit.
As you both slipped into the hallway, she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, "what do you think we should tell 'em if they ask why we weren't there?"
"We can say we were out chasing the intruder," you said, your mind already spinning the lie into something believable, "we can describe him too, since we saw him, i am sure we'll be fine if we do all that, we just have to look like we actually tried."
You both moved through the halls with a practiced, casual speed, hitting the fingerprint scanners and the facial recognition hubs with perfectly steady hands. The green lights beeped in approval, the system blissfully unaware that its two top-tier residents were deserting their posts for the night.
Once you were safely tucked into Camie’s car and the engine roared to life, the neon glow of the city started to feel like a fever dream compared to the sterile white walls of the HQ.
"So," Camie asked, glancing at you while she pulled out of the parking structure, "should i head to The Pinnacle? isn't that the first place you met the cute guy?"
"Gosh shut up," you groaned, leaning your head against the cool glass of the window, but you couldn't hide the small smirk tugging at your lips.
"Oh and that one night? look he was cute, but, i wasnt really following you guys," she said, her voice suddenly turning a bit more serious as she navigated the late-night traffic, "i ended up there because the boss told me to keep an eye on you, since you were behaving off after that night in the ring"
You whipped your head around, eyes wide in the dim light of the dashboard. "Camie? what the hell?"
"Sorry!!! ahh it wasnt my choice!" she squealed, looking genuinely apologetic for a split second, "but hey, after tonight, i think we’re even, spying is way too much work anyway"
The tension that had been between you two for months finally seemed to melt away, replaced by a weird newfound friendship. By the time you reached the club, the bass was already thumping through the pavement, and you both headed straight for the bar.
The Pinnacle was packed, a sea of moving bodies and flashing lights that made everything feel blurry and perfect. You were a few drinks in, the heat of the crowd making you feel lightheaded and brave,
"Wait, wait, wait," Camie squinted through the crowd, her hand gripping your shoulder. "Is that… no way." your eyes followed her gaze, until you spotted a familiar shock of ash-blonde hair in the corner booth.
Bakugo looked like he had been through a blender. He was alone, nursing a drink with a scowl that could peel paint off the walls. After the chaos in the vents, Kirishima and Kaminari had basically staged a mutiny, insisting that they finish the main mission themselves and that he needed to "rest his nerves" before he actually murdered one of them. He had fought them on it, obviously, but eventually he just snapped and walked off to find the strongest drink in the city.
Drunken Camie spotted him and immediately lit up like a Christmas tree. "Go get him girl!" she shouted, giving you a massive, uncoordinated shove that sent you stumbling right toward his table.
You didn't even try to play it cool. You just ran to him and hugged him really tight, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
Bakugo froze, his whole body going rigid like a statue. He had dealt with high-stakes heists and lethal combat, but a drunk, clingy girl was a variable he hadn't accounted for.
"Hey! what the..let go!" he barked, though his hands stayed hovering awkwardly in the air, not quite pushing you away but not hugging back yet.
"Noooo," you mumbled against his skin, "you're warm and you smell like expensive laundry detergent"
"You're wasted" he grunted, finally sighing and letting one hand rest on your waist just to keep you from sliding off the seat, "fine, hug me, but while sitting, and dont you dare throw up on me"
He was being so awkward, his ears turning a bright shade of red that you could see even in the dim light. Camie was a few feet away, laughing her head off at his discomfort while she danced with some random guy, and Bakugo just flipped her off with his free hand.
"Hey," you whispered, pulling back just enough to look at his face, "how was your day?"
"It was okay," he muttered, his eyes darting around the room to avoid yours.
"You're not gonna ask for mine?" you pouted, leaning back into him.
He let out a long, weary sigh. "How was yours?"
"Booringgg," you drawled, dragging out the syllables, "was training alll day today, just constant drills."
Bakugo’s eyes sharpened instantly, the hunter in him waking up. "Training? for what?"
Before you could accidentally leak the location of a secret government facility, Camie appeared from the corner, grabbing your arm. "Oh! she means training WHEELS! she was helping this little girl ride a bike today and it was like, so moving, anyway we gotta go!"
She dragged you away toward the dance floor, and you just laughed, looking back at Bakugo who looked utterly baffled by the lie.
"Fuuckk," Camie hissed suddenly, staring at her phone, "its the boss, what do we do?"
"Girl just ignore it," you said, pulling her back into the crowd, "we can't show up drunk anyway, we’ll deal with it later"
"Yeah, you're right" she agreed, tossing her phone into her bag, "let's just have funnnnn!!"
You spent the rest of the night dancing until your feet went numb, eventually sneaking back into the HQ at dawn, your heart still racing as you bypassed the biometrics and collapsed into bed, the memory of that awkward hug the only thing on your mind before you finally passed out.
The morning sun was hitting the glass of the HQ. The air inside was way too quiet, no more sirens, just that clean, sterile smell that usually meant someone was about to get chewed out.
You hadn't even made it to the lockers to change out of your gear when a shadow cut across the floor.
"Briefing room. Immediately," a voice clipped out.
It was Best Jeanist, and he didn't even look back as he strode away, his posture so stiff it looked painful. You and Camie exchanged a look, the kind where you both knew that if you messed this up, you were going to be spending the next month in solitary.
You straightened your jacket, rubbed your eyes one last time, and tried to look like an elite agent instead of someone who had been hugging a stranger in a corner booth three hours ago.
The room was dim, dominated by a massive screen showing a high-res still of the training room door, which was currently hanging off its hinges like a piece of scrap metal. Jeanist stood at the head of the table, his back to you, watching the footage of the empty room.
"The lockdown was absolute," he started, his voice low and vibrating with that dangerous calm he got when he was genuinely furious, "the magnetic seals were hard-coded, yet I return to find the door battered from the inside, a high value prisoner missing, and my two most promising agents nowhere to be found."
He turned around slowly, his eyes pinning you both to the spot. "Explain yourselves, why did you desert your post when the facility was under a Tier 4 breach?"
Camie didn't even blink, she stepped forward with this perfect mask of professional outrage, her voice crisp and totally sober, "we didn't desert, sir, we adapted, when the power snapped, the intruder we had on the floor wasn't the only threat, we heard a second breach in the vents directly above us, a heavy-hitter."
You caught her drift and jumped in, keeping your voice steady and flat, "the door’s magnetic seal flickered for a microsecond when the electrical hub was pulled, we realized that if we stayed in that room, we were just waiting to be executed or taken hostage, so we used that window to force the door and intercept the extraction team."
"And where did this 'interception' lead you?" Jeanist asked, his eyes narrowing as he walked a slow, predatory circle around the table.
"We pursued them through the sub-level service tunnels," you lied, the words coming out smooth because you knew the layout of the building like the back of your hand, "they were using high-frequency jammers, which is why our comms went dark immediately, we chased them toward the North Exit, we saw the blonde one being hauled away by two others, one with a heavy build and another in tactical gear."
"We stayed on them for hours," Camie added, nodding like it was the most exhausting night of her life, "we followed the trail into the city to see if they were heading for a safehouse or a hand-off point, we ended up scouting the perimeter of the warehouse district until dawn just to make sure they hadn't looped back."
The silence that followed was heavy, you could literally hear the clock ticking on the wall. Jeanist stopped right in front of you, leaning in just enough that you could see the sharp reflection in his eyes. He was looking for a twitch, a smell of smoke or drink, any sign that you were lying through your teeth.
"You took it upon yourselves to leave the facility without a backup team or a working radio," he whispered, "do you realize how reckless that is?"
"We prioritized the intel, sir," you said, meeting his gaze without flinching, "if we stayed locked in that room, the trail would have been cold by the time the backup generators kicked in, this way, we saw their silhouettes, we saw their exit route, we have more than just a broken ceiling."
Jeanist stared at you for what felt like an eternity, his hand resting on the edge of the table. You could feel Camie holding her breath next to you. If he called for a blood test or checked the GPS on Camie's car, it was over.
Finally, he let out a sharp exhale and stood up straight, the tension in his shoulders dropping just a fraction.
"Your initiative was... extreme," he muttered, turning back to the screen, "but under the circumstances, I suppose I cannot fault the results of a pursuit, even an unsuccessful one, at least you didn't sit around waiting to be rescued."
"Thank you, sir," Camie said, her voice a perfect mix of relief and duty.
"Don't thank me yet," he clipped out, "I want full descriptions of the extraction team on my desk by 09:00, and if I find even a single contradiction in your reports, you'll be back in solitary."
"Clear, sir," you both said in unison.
The second the heavy doors hissed shut behind you, you both walked about ten feet before Camie collapsed against a concrete pillar, clutching her stomach.
"Holy... shit," she whispered, her voice shaking, "i actually thought he was going to see the glitter on my shoes from the club, i felt my soul leave my body for a second"
"He believed it," you breathed, leaning your head against the cool wall, the headache finally roaring back now that the fear was fading, "the North Exit lie worked, he thinks we're just over-eager instead of totally irresponsible"
"we are totally irresponsible" Camie giggled, pushing off the wall and checking her phone, which was now flooded with missed alerts, "but hey, we're alive, and we've got two hours to draw some fake sketches of your 'cute guy' and his friends, let's go"
After three long hours of describing the faces of the intruders you didnt totally DID see, you and Camie, finally realized that you're in a bit of a messy situation.
"Girl.." you hear Camie whisper to you while walking across the halls "What if they find the intruders, take a good look at their faces and realise.."
she suddenly stops in her tracks as she holds your shoulders.
"...THEY DONT LOOK ANYTHING LIKE OUR STUPID SKETCH!!" she cries
You quickly put a hand over her mouth, "Shhhh, you're drawing attention" you whisper, people already starting to murmur.
"I'm not sure Camie, what could we do?"
"We could go into hiding."
"No."
"We fight like the entire organization and then make a living off of stocks"
"Camie.."
"WAIT HOW ABOUT WE PAY ONE OF THOSE WITCHCRAFT LADIES TO PUT A SPELL ON US"
"CAMIE!"
"WHAT?!"
"How about we just find the intruders?" You sigh
"Oh, yeah that sounds good!" she chirps "But no more sneaking around, if we do it, I want permission from the Boss, he was so scary today!!"
You pause for a bit, and then "Okay, I have a plan"
