I'm Madi or Sophie. Ive written under Madi for so many years that it has become second nature to be refer to by it and its also part of my username in a way (depending on how you read it).
I'm a 23 year old human who writes to escape my life. This blog will be mostly SFW since i think i prefer it but my NSFW stuff is on my AO3 but there is only two i think not sure.
I'm Asexual which is why i don't post NSFW much but i also cosplay but the only anime character i have cosplayed atm is a fem!bakugo.
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MY AO3 - a mishmash of fandoms from years back to now most are Marvel and Teen Wolf but it also has my NSFW stuff on it.
Masterlist (2021 / 2022) - my masterlists of stories including things not posted. Most may not have summaries but there will be warnings since a few have triggering factors involved. My Masterlists are also going to be separated into years written just so I can keep track of what year it was written.
Instagram - It's were i should post my cosplays but haven't uploaded in a while.
Warnings: A dribble of angst and a dabble of fluff. Discussion of pregnancy and pregnancy symptoms.
Several awkward days had passed before things started to return to as close to normal as you could be with Hanta. While you two were still not making eye contact, you two did start talking to each other about casual things such as work or the apartment after day four or five. You desperately wanted things to go back to normal, but you didn't know how to close the very large distance that you could feel between you two.
After two weeks, you thought Hanta had finally stopped actively avoiding the apartment when you were home. At least, it was the first time he stayed the night in the apartment when you were already there. It seemed like slow progress, but it was progress and you hoped that your fuck up didn't ruin your relationship forever.
Though he was still avoiding your eye contact and kept a respectable physical distance between you, by week eight he was spending more time at home again. You couldn't say that you didn't understand why he was acting this way. You completely did. Though he hadn't directly said it, you could sense that you broke his heart, and he was trying hard to respect your decision.
"It really sucks that you two aren't back to normal." Mina commented, sitting on the other end of the couch, her legs sitting on yours as you both watched a movie together. It was supposed to be your monthly girl's day, but you had not been feeling good, so you have both decided to do a relaxing day at your house instead.
You hummed in agreement with her words as you chewed on your food slowly. "We had a great thing going, and I just had to fuck it up." You moped, sighing at the end of your words. You couldn't seem to stop blaming yourself for what happened.
Mina had a look of sympathy on her face. She was friends with both of you, but because of this, she had to be careful of how she treads. "Have you two tried to talk it out since?" She didn't want to make either of you seem like she was picking sides.
You were sad as you shook your head no to her question. "I've tried, but he has just changed the subject or said that he didn't want to talk about it." Truth be told, you felt like absolute shit for hurting him to the point that he didn't even want to talk about it. You had no idea that Hanta had those type of feelings for her.
Mina opened her mouth to ask you another question, but before the first syllable was able to leave her, you shot up from the couch and ran to the closest bathroom. It was a photo finish as you raced to get your mouth over the bowl before vomit started coming out. Luckily for you, you had thought to leave the seat up in case of this exact scenario.
At some point as you were losing all the food you had recently put down, you felt Mina's hands come up into your hair. Holding your hair out of your face as you threw up. Again. "Love, I really hate to suggest this, but is it possible you're pregnant?" Mina softly suggested, having watched you not be able to keep anything down all day, but also not showing signs of an illness like the flu.
Pregnant? "No way." You denied, as you took the washcloth that Mina handed you to wipe your mouth. "I can't be... pregnant." You had honestly not even though of that as an option until she had said it. Now that you were thinking about it though...
Mina watched at the slowly changing expressions on your face. "When was your last period?" She asked, guiding your thought process as she tried to help you figure this out.
You were quiet for a moment as you mentally did a count in your head. You had been so focused on work and the uncomfortableness at home with Hanta that you didn't even notice that you had missed your period until now. "I don't know. I've been so stressed out with everything going on, I don't remember."
"Oh, shit." Mina responded as she handed you a glass of water to rinse your mouth out. "Now, who was the last person you had sex with?" She asked. From your conversations together, it didn't sound like you were involved with anyone at the moment. Though she could be wrong.
You closed your eyes for a moment before you responded. "Hanta." You admitted, Hanta's name coming from you softly as you said it.
"What about Yuri?" Mina asked, bringing up your ex-boyfriend that you had broken up with shortly before you had sex with Hanta.
"Yeah, there's no chance for Yuri to be the father." You then mentioned. When you and Yuri together, you never wanted to betray his secret. But in this type of scenario, it was kind of important.
"Did you have sex with him before you guys broke up?" Mina questioned. She didn't understand what you were talking about. As close as you two were, there were some things that were not told to her. "It could be Yuri's."
"I'm going to need you to trust me on this one." You told her, trying to not out your ex-boyfriend. Even through you weren't together, you weren't going to go around telling people about him being assigned female at birth. It wasn't your story to tell. "There is no way it's Yuri's."
"I'll take your word, but Hanta might not." Mina warned, but let the issue go. She assumed you had good reason to be saying that about Yuri. "If your stomach is feeling better for now, we should probably go and get a pregnancy test." She suggested.
When you and Mina had returned to your apartment, you two had unloaded the several bags of pregnancy tests and drinks that you had purchased. Just to be on the safe side, you had bought one of each kind of pregnancy test that was available. You had to be certain!
When you returned to your apartment, you both hurried to the bathroom and dumped the bags of pregnancy tests out on the floor. You let Mina hand you the tests as you pulled your pants down to begin peeing on the tests.
Mina handed you the first box and you quickly ripped it open before taking the cap off of it and shoving it under you for you to pee on. A few minutes later, you saw the two pink lines that indicated that you were pregnant. "Oh no." You whined before turning your head to yell at Mina. "Give me more! Give me more!"
"Which one did you try?" Mina asked, handing you a drink to start chugging down to begin creating more urine. "Did you try this one?" She said, handing you another one.
One after another, the tests kept coming up positive that you were pregnant.
"These can't all be positive." Mina tried to be reassuring, looking at the row of positive pregnancy test on the bathroom counter. "Let me try one." She said, taking a test out of your hands and shooing you off of the toilet so she could pee on it.
"Mina, will you hurry up!" You urged her from where you sat on the floor. She then set the test down with the others before finishing her business and joining you on the floor again.
When the timer on her phone went off, Mina's pink hand shot up and grabbed a test off of the sink and looked at it. "What is this?" She asked, her pitch rising. "What the hell is this?" She asked as she looked at a positive pregnancy test.
You looked over at it, then noticed it was the last one that you used. "I think you picked up the wrong one." You told her, grabbing her actual one off of the counter and handing it to her.
It was negative. "Oh, fuck that scared me." Mina sighed, feeling like she was catching her breath. "That would suck." She said, resting her pink hand reassuringly on her shoulder. "I'm sorry." She said, realizing that she felt what it was like to be in your position for the moment. "That scared me."
"What scared you?" Hanta's voice came from the door as he walked in and started pulling his shoes off. He had not yet noticed pregnancy test crime scene in the bathroom, but he had heard Mina's voice. "I thought you were fearless, Mina." His voice teased as he finally freed himself from his shoes and looked in the direction of your voices.
His response was met with awkward silence and when his dark eyes came to see you two, he saw you both with wide eyes. "What?" Hanta asked, confusion clearly on his face as he did not get a response from either of you.
"Well, this is awkward..." Mina whispered, finally snapping out of her caught trace. She then pretended to look at the time on her phone and suddenly got up. "Look at the time!" She exclaimed nervously as she started making her way to the door. "I totally forgot about plans with... someone else." She said as she grabbed her shoes and her keys. Not bothering to put them on as she quickly went out the door.
Hanta watched Mina awkwardly left suddenly. It left him feeling like he had done something wrong, and he hated having that sinking feeling in his stomach. "Is everything okay?" He asked, his dark eyes actually starting to take in the scene.
Your eyes were wide as they watched him move closer and start actually looking at the empty boxes and the pregnancy tests across the counter. “Sooooo….. How was work?” You said trying to ease tensions and maybe delay a little, so you had time to think.
“Work was great." Hanta responded, picking up the nearest pregnancy test that was on the counter. Looked at it almost as if he was in a bit of a daze before picking up a second one in his free hand. Also seeing the positive response on this one. "How’s your pregnancy?” He asked, the words feeling foreign in his mouth as he said them.
Busted. You didn't really have a scenario in mind for how this should have played out, but this certainly wasn't it. “Shocking really.” You admitted, your fingers coming up to your mouth and as you fought the urge to bite your nails. "Really unexpected." You said, watching him as he stepped into the bathroom and looked at the rest of the tests showing positive on the counter.
Sero was rather stunned as he looked at all of the positive tests. "That sucks, dude." He said, putting one of the positive tests down before turning to look at you. He saw another test in your hand, and he reached down to turn it in his direction. "That one is negative!" He attempted to sound encouraging.
You couldn't help but to let out a huff of a half chuckle. "It's Mina's." You explained, letting him take the test from you completely. "She accidently grabbed one of mine and freaked herself out." You shared, figured that would at least find it amusing as well.
"That really sucks, dude." Hanta responded, still very much looking like he was in shock, but at least now he had found the ability to turn and look at you. "Who's the dad to be?" He asked as he leaned against his back against the counter. He felt like he wanted to throw up. It was bad enough that you had rejected him, but now you were pregnant with someone else's baby.
"So, that's the funny part." You then said, feeling that all familiar knot forming in your throat and your stomach sinking. You felt your body heat up as your face turned red. You never thought that you would ever be saying this to anyone, let a Hanta. "We'll,,. uh... you?" You finally got the words out. Your heart pounded hard in your chest.
"What?" Hanta said in response, swearing that his ears were not working. He started feeling this weird rush of emotions that started making him feel lightheaded. "That's not funny." He said, not recognizing how he was feeling and hoping that maybe this was all a joke.
"You should probably sit down." You suggested, looking at how white he was looking. You motioned for him to sit down and watched as he slid down the cabinet until he was sitting across from you on the bathroom floor. "Because I'm serious." She then confirmed. This wasn't a joke.
"There's no way." Hanta responded. His dark eyes went from yours back to the hands in his lap. Looking one of the positive pregnancy tests in his hands. "How are you sure it's mine?" He asked. He was simply in shock and trying to understand this situation.
You knew what he was feeling. You had been feeling it too. "There isn't any other option." You answered, the anxiety swelling inside of you over this situation. "I haven't had a period since we had sex." You admitted, the last period you remember being before your night with him.
"You were still having sex with Yuri up until you broke up." Hanta didn't mean to sound like he was accusing you of lying. He really didn't, but his brain was going through all the information it knew right now. "How are you sure it's not Yuri's and instead mine?" He asked, really unintentional what he was insinuating.
You could understand speculation. It was a fair question despite not liking how it made you feel. "I'm positive." You said, one hand starting to run through your hair in nervousness. You had never wanted to out Yuri, but you understood at the same time. "You need to be born male to produce sperm." You said, hoping that he would undestand waht you meant and not need you to explain further.
For a few long minutes, Hanta had a look of confusion on his face as he thought through what you were talking about. "Yuri was...." Then it clicked. "Oh..." He responded awkwardly. He trusted you, even though this was the first he heard of this about your ex-boyfriend.
"Yeah, it's not something a lot of people know about him." You said, making a mental note to text your ex-boyfriend later and letting him know that you had to share with Hanta his secret. "You can text him to confirm if you want, but it's not something he's completely open about with others." You explained, hoping that your ex would understand your reason for sharing his secret.
Hanta wasn't worried about that in this moment. He had no reason to not trust you, but that did bring another throught to his mind. "Were you not on birth control?" He then asked, his brain just jumping from one thing to the next as it sought answers about how this could happen.
This was a question you weren't going to feell good about answering, but you knew you had to give it to him honestly. "I stopped taking it after Yuri told me he was born female." You admitted, not feeling proud baout your desicsion now that you were both in this situation. "Seemed pointless to keep taking it if he couldn't get me pregant."
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sero then asked, finding his shock turning a little more upset by the situation. He would of had no problem it if he had known. “I would of used a condom if I knew you weren’t on the pill!” This time, his voice rose a little bit. He would of had no issues taking precautions.
"I didn't think about it." You responded, finding yourself getting upset with his rise in voice. "After so long of being not being on it, I just... forgot." You responded, feeling yourself get a little defensive. "Who the fuck gets pregnant the first itme they have sex someone?" It wasn't really a question."
"Apparently we do!" Hanta responded. Propping up his elbows on his knees. One hand running through his hair as he sighed, working to keep himself calmed down.
"I didn't do this on purpose." You whispered after a silence settled in between you two. This was now twice in the same year that you were feeling like shit for your actions and choices.
Hanta's dark eyes moved over to you and looked at you. He saw sadness in your eyes. He always knew how to read you. "I didn't say you did." He responded, setting his free hand down on your knee and giving it a small reassuring squeeze.
You felt a hot tears begin to well up in your eyes as you looked over at him. "I'm so sorry." You apologized, feeling the damn that has been sitting in your eyes finally break as tears began running down your face. "I fucked everything up." You couldn't stop now that it had started.
Hanta reached his hand from your knee to your wrist and pulled you into him. Pulling you between his legs and wrapping his arms around you. Letting the pregnancy test drop to the ground, he tucked your head under his chin. Holding you as you cried.
You pressed your face into his chest as you cried. Your fat heavy tears that you've held back for the last eight weeks fell from your eyes. You sobbed out apologies to him for everything.
You sobbed out apologies for getting pregnant. You sobbed out apologies for telling him you didn't share his feelings. You sobbed out apologies for ruining your relationship with him. You sobbed out apologies for being scared to let your relaitonship with him be more. You sobbed out apologies for everything.
Hanta just held you tight to him as you cried and apologized. One of his hands rubbed across your back. Attempting to soothe you and calm you down while letting you get it all out. "Everything will be okay." He whispered to you after your crying had started calming down.
Bringing one hand up to your face, you wiped your eyes as you calmed down. "What should we do?" You asked, not sure of yourself what you want to do with the pregnancy.
"We'll figure everything out. We always do." He responded softly,keeping his voice reassuring as he loosened his hold around you so you could move. "But we're not going to figure it out tonight." He responded, brushing your hair out of your face.
You were quiet as you sniffled and just focused on his reassurance. Hanta was right. You two always figured everything out and you didn't need to figure everything out right now. "Thanks." You whispered, glad that this hadn't been a total shit show.
"Of course." Hanta replied softly. He patted your side and when you moved, he stood up before you. He helped you up from the floor as well. "I'll clean this up. Go set up a movie and I'll join you when I'm done." He encouraged, hoping to at least distract you from this.
You nodded and whispered an okay. You took one last look at the bathroom that looked like pregnancy tests exploded all over it. You left when Hanta grabbed one of the shopping bags on the floor and started cleaning up.
You made stopped into your bedroom and changed out of your clothes and into more comfortable pajamas. You had no intention of leaving the house for the rest of the night. Laying down in your bed, you turned the lights off in your room and pulled up HBO on your tv to begin browsing for a movie to help distract you.
"What did you decide to pick?" Hanta asked as he stepped into your bedroom. He had taken the opportunity to change into athletic shorts and a T-shirt as well before coming to your room. He then climbed into your bed next to you and propped himself up against the headboard with some of your pillows.
"Kiki's delivery service." You responded, selecting the movie as he finished getting comfortable. You yourself then leaned back against the headboard. This felt more normal for you two as you used to watch movies together all the time, but it still felt a little awkward.
Then you felt it. Hanta's arm coming around your shoulders and pulling you into him lightly. You didn't fight it. You wanted it as you followed his lead and snuggled up against his side. At some point in the middle of the movie, you had fallen asleep and Hanta had turned it off before letting himself fall asleep too.
When you woke the next morning, you were surprised to see Hanta still in bed with you. As far as you knew, he had work today and needed to be leaving soon to go to work. You didn't get the chance to wake him though before you found yourself lunging out of bed and to the bathroom. You had not even eaten yet today and you were already throwing up.
At some point during your morning pray to the porceline god, Hanta had came into the bathroom with a glass of watcher and a clean wash cloth. He had set the two items on the counter before gently pulling your hair out of your face and waiting for you to finish.
After a few more minutes of you emptying anything that could of even been remotely possible of being left in your stomach, you had finally reached the point where you had been able to stop. "Thank you." You mumbled softly to him as he handed you the damp wash cloth first for you to wipe your mouth.
You were grateful he was there with you. Especially as he had handed you the glass of water next so you could rinse your mouth out. "I thought you had to work today." You said, finally standing up from the floor to move over to the sink and brush your teeth.
Hanta had taken the time to give the toliet a quick clean before. If you were going to be throwing up, might as well make sure it was clean for you. "I called off last night." He responded, sitting on the edge of the bathroom tub and washing his hands in the tub. "I figured we could both use a day to talk about what we want to do." He explained.
It made sense since you both just had a massive shock the day before that you needed to process. You two weren't going to be able to figure anything out avoiding the conversation or burying yourselves in hero work.
With your breathe no longer smelling like vomit and your stomach settled for the moment, you two went into kitchen and started picking at food for breakfast. Hanta went more based off of you as he worked really hard to not make you throw up again. At least until you could get something back on your stomch.
"What do you want to do?" Hanta then asked, sitting next to you at the island in the kitchen. Munching on the assortment of random things that didn't seem to made you feel queasy.
You shrugged for a moment, not exactly sure how to answer this question. What if he didn't want the same thing that you did? Would that ruin what was left of your friendship with him? "I don't want you to hate me." You said softly, breaking a cracker up into four parts before munching softly on it.
Hanta looked at you for a moment and watched you picking at the cracker. "I want you to be honest with me." He said softly, hoping his words could be reassuring. "Besides, I don't think I could ever hate you." He said, tossing a grape at you and managing to land it down the front of your top.
You chuckled softly as you fished the grape out of your boobs before popping it into your mouth. Five second rule. "What do you want?" You then asked him in response. Hoping that maybe his response would help you gauge how this conversation would go the rest of the way.
"I asked you first." Hanta responded, popping another grape into his mouth this time. He watched you with dark eyes as you shifted. Realizing that you were not wanting to say what you were thinking, he got up and went over to the table that you both kept random things on.
Coming back with two pieces of paper and two pens, he gave you one sheet and one pen before sitting back down with the others. "Write down what you want to do and we can show each other our answers at the same time." He said, folding his page in half and writing what he wanted on it before quickly folding it again so you coudln't see what he wrote.
You tapped your pen for a second on the table as you then followed his example. Writting down that you wanted to keep the baby on your piece of paper and folding it in half so he couldn't see what you wrote. "Now what?" You asked, turning your eyes back to him.
"Now we trade." Hanta then said, handing his paper to you and taking yours from you when you offered it to him. "On the count of three we'll open them." You nodded your head, admiring how calm and cleaver he was right now at making you feel safer.
One...
Two...
Three...
You then opened up his piece of paper as you heard him open yours. There, in his won writing on the paper he had 'Keep the baby'. You're heart jumped as you saw that he had the same decision as you did. You heard his chuckle as he held your paper open. "Seems as if we both had the same idea." You said, feeling relieved.
"I told you we'll figure it out." Hanta responded, smiling at you as he then went back to picking at the food. "What's the next thing on the agenda that we need to figure out?" He asked, trying to help you feel more in control of this and trying to see what concerns you may have in your head.
You were smiling to by this point. You were happy that you both seemed to be okay with this decision even though this was completely unplanned. Then a little bit of reality hit you for a second that made your smile faulter. "Guess we should talk about how this is going to affect your relationship with Camilla." You then said, bringing back to reality the one knife wound in her heart that she had forgotten about for a moment.
Hanta didn't share the same knife in heart moment though. Instead, his expression turned to confusion for a moment as he tried to figure out what you were referring to. "Why would I tell Camilla about this?" He asked, not picking up on it right away.
This was definatley one of those moments of you two not being on the same page. "I don't expect you to break up with her again just because I'm pregnant." You then said, dropping your eyes back down to your hands again as you focused on the food in front of you. "I don't want to keep her in the dark on this either. She deserves to know." You added, not willing to allow your child to be a secret. You didn't think he would actually do that though.
"Break up..." Hanta started, then his eyes widened as he realized what you were talking about. He then started laughing as he realized you had thought that he had gotten back together with his ex-girlfriend. "Camilla and I didn't get back together." He then said, a smirk on his face.
You were honestly not sure how to respond for a moment. You had been convinced over the last eight weeks that he had gotten back with Camilla and that they were dating again. "But... I thought you met up with her to work things out?" You questioned as you remered that he had done the walk of shame the next morning.
"Oh, we did meet up and having dinner together." Hanta responded, deciding it was best to fill in the spots that you clearly had not heard about. "But I told her that I had realized that I was in love with you and that it woudln't be fair to her to try and work it out." He admitted, finding his face turning a little red as he mentioned the 'L' word.
You were unintentially a little dense though in that moment. Perhaps it was the sound of your own heart beat in your ears that didn't let you focus on his choice of words. "But you didn't come home that night..." You in advertedly admitted to having stayed up and being aware of him not coming home until the morning.
Hanta then chuckled some more at your response. "I ended up meeting up with Kirishima afterwards. I got too drunk to drive home, so I walked with him back to his place and slept on the couch." He explained, quite amused by the surprised look on your face as he shared the details.
"You mean to tell me that this whole time..." You didn't get to finish what you were saying before Hanta inturrupted.
"I've been waiting nursing my wounded heart hoping that you would change your mind." He finished, one of his hands reaching over to yours. His longer fingers intertwining with yours.
Your friends think its time you tried to settle down and they set you up on a blind date.
Warnings: implied angst, idiots in love.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.
Word Count: 1.8k.
You’d slowly come to terms that you’d probably be the last one of your friends to find a partner. Everyone else seemed to be following the right paths in love, and you were still pining dreadfully for a man that didn’t like you back.
“Not settled down yet?”
The dreaded question always directed towards you, and you never had a clue how to answer. No matter what occasion— weddings, birthdays, baby showers, anniversaries. It was always directed at you without fail, eyes looking to the side of you like maybe this would be the event where you’d show up with someone. If you had a hundred yen for every time someone asked you the same dreaded question, you were certain you’d never need to work again.
You’d become robotic in answering it too, recycling the same excuses about working overtime and trying to further your career, or dates not working out (when really you’d been at home with a pint of ice cream and another Zack Efron rom-com), but there was only so many times you’d be able to dodge that question before your friends would take it further.
There were rarely questions about other aspects of your life, as though your worth was connected to whether you were seeing someone or not. The pity on your friends' faces whenever you’d pick out an excuse was enough to make you want to crawl into a hole and disappear.
“Well, I’m sure you’ll find someone soon.”
But that wasn’t the worst part about being single.
Being the single friend meant it always seemed to be you that had to endure being accosted by hopeful men trying their luck. Weddings where you’d already dodged the dreaded “When is it your turn then?” questions and sympathetic gazes when you’d explained your single— the classic “I’m sure you’ll find the right person soon” oozing with faux sincerity, followed by having to avoid half the groom's party offering to dance with you or buy you a drink from the bar. Even worse the best men that thought it was right of passage to sleep with the maid of honour.
Bars where men would come up to the table and offer to buy you drinks, your friends immediately making it clear that they were taken but you were single— like a prized pig at the country fair. The awkward tension whenever a man wouldn’t take no for an answer when they offered to buy you a drink, even after you’d politely declined and then would proceed to think you owed them something for taking it.
Not to mention the photographs plastered all over your social media of your friends getting married, moving in together and starting perfect little families. A constant reminder of how alone you really were, and you’d admit it would be nice to come home to someone each night.
So here you were awake an hour earlier than you needed to be for work, preparing yourself for a date you didn’t even want to go on. A blind date. Your friends had found you the perfect match, in their words. A cute guy— a lawyer, they’d emphasised, as though the career gave credence to his propriety.
You tried to pick an outfit casual enough that you would be able to wear it at work and to the date after without having to get changed, picking a pretty dress paired with some simple low heels. It felt peculiar putting so much effort into your appearance when your heart wasn’t in it, but as your friends said– what have you got to lose?
You’d managed to make it into the office slightly earlier than usual thanks to your early alarm, dropping Bakugou’s coffee down in his office along with his morning paperwork before taking a seat behind your desk and opening your inbox.
“Mornin’” Bakugou grunted as he passed you fifteen minutes later, half-lidded vermillion eyes lingering on you a little longer than usual before stepping inside his office.
Bakugou never was much of a morning person, especially before coffee. Even though he was always one of the first inside the building each day. One poor reporter found out the hard way when his old secretary organised an interview before his shift was due to start, he’d ended up taking the following three weeks off for stress.
It was barely twenty minutes later when Bakugou emerged from his office, looking slightly more alert as he placed some forms down on your desk.
“I need these sent to Deku’s agency by this evening.”
“Oh, are these the figures he asked for?” You opened the file to check the first page to see whether it was the paperwork that Midoriya had been expecting from Bakugou. He was always kind and patient on the phone, especially with you, but even you could tell he was getting annoyed at how long it was taking Bakugou to send them to him. You were certain it was Bakugou’s petty way of trying to wind him up, like they were still playful kids in the playground because Bakugou was never late with his paperwork.
“Yeah, he’s been buggin’ me for a week now,” Bakugou scoffed, “Told him he’d get ‘em.”
“I’ll send them right now.” You smiled, standing up from your desk as you collected them in your hands.
“You look nice.” Bakugou murmured, eyes flickering over your form.
“Thanks,” You replied shyly, the corner of your lip curling into a small smile.
“Not that you don’t always look nice, I just meant you— that dress— fuck.” He cleared his throat, cheeks tinged bright pink, “Sorry. You just look real pretty.”
You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliment as you tried to calm your fluttering heart tickling your ribcage, making your way to the copy room to scan the files across to Deku’s agency but you were unable to hide the wide smile on your face.
The rest of your shift was uneventful, right until you were due to finish. You’d managed to get stuck on the telephone with the head of hero relations at the commission, trying to gather information on Dynamight’s last mission. Information that was usually sent across in a huge report when he made it back to the office, but of course men in suits did not have time to look through a report when they could get someone else to do it for them. Which led to you answering each question by using information on the same report you’d submitted to them, which then led to you finishing your shift late.
Slamming the phone down as you moved to set your out of office for the weekend, trying to get out of the agency as fast as you could. It wasn’t that you were worried about looking bad to your blind date for being late, but you didn’t want your friends to think you hadn’t made the effort when you had. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you knocked on the door to Dynamight’s office. Popping your head around the corner to let him know that you were leaving, as you noticed him sat behind his desk with his glasses on as he looked up from his laptop.
“Hey, I wanted to ask you something,” Bakugou called out as you moved to shut the door, “Wait— are you in a rush?”
“Not really,” You lied, “What do you need?”
“Are you going out tonight?” Bakugou was a perceptive man, he could tell from the slight difference to your appearance that something was happening. He wondered if maybe it was a friends birthday.
“Yeah, it’s stupid really,” You didn’t even like admitting it to your boss, and it totally wasn’t because you were head over heels for him, “My friends set me up on this blind date, and I was supposed to meet him twenty minutes ago.”
“Oh, you’re late.” Bakugou muttered.
“Yeah, but I’m not even sure I want to go.” You shrugged.
“No, you should go.” He shoved his hands in his pockets so you couldn’t see his fingers curl into fists, his blunt nails digging against calloused skin.
“I can always come up with something, it’s not a big deal—“ You’d assumed your boss was going to ask you to stay late with him again, like he usually did when someone at the agency had made a mistake that he needed to fix.
“Seriously, go.” He came towards you, his arm reaching out to open his office door as he ushered you out.
The intoxicating scent of his quirk mixed with his cologne invaded your senses as he walked you towards the elevator on his floor, leaning forward to push the button for you.
Part of you felt disappointed that he’d pushed you to go, hoping deep down that he’d be happy you weren’t going on a date with another guy. That maybe, just maybe, he’d ask you on a date himself.
But of course that was just a fantasy, the perfect little fairytale you liked to conjure up in your mind to try and cope with how desperately your heart yearned for him.
“Really, I don’t mind staying if that’s what you were going to ask—”
“It ain’t. But it don’t matter, it wasn’t important.”
“Oh, okay.” You nodded slightly.
“Oh, and don’t worry, sweetheart.” He smiled, watching as the elevator doors dinged open, “You look beautiful. That fucker is lucky to have you.”
You stepped into the elevator as you turned to face him, a soft smile on your face as your heart sped up from his words.
“Thanks, Dynamight.”
The doors slammed shut before he had a chance to correct you, running his palm down his tired face as he felt that familiar ache begin to throb in his chest.
The question Bakugou had been planning to ask you all week now sat at the forefront of his mind, taunting him vindictively as he fought the urge to throw his phone across the room when he looked down at Kirishima's messages.
The annual Hero Gala was fast approaching, and in all his years from sidekick to owning his own agency, Bakugou had never once been bothered about going. The theatrics of it completely lost on him, distracting from his focus of becoming number one. And knowing that any awards would be packaged and hand delivered to his agency the next morning with or without his attendance solidified the fact he did not need to attend (despite numerous pleas from his PR team). All of his appearances at the Gala's had been forced, until now.
This year felt different, he wanted to go— and he wanted to go with you. Picturing the pretty dress you'd wear, and being able to spend the entire evening with you away from this building— just like a real date.
But he'd fucked up. He waited too long to tell you that he liked you, and now he'd lost you forever. This guy would probably be your perfect match and now he'd have to watch you hopelessly in love with a man who isn't him.
Opening the new notification from Kirishima on his phone as he text back.
Kirishima[5.58PM]: Hey man, so did you ask her? What did she say?
Kirishima[5.59PM]: She said yes right?
Kirishima[5.59PM]: C’mon man, please tell me that you asked her?
bakugou x reader
wc: 1.7k
cw: christmas fluff, regular fluff, implied heavy petting
You lazily tug your boots off and leave them in a heap next to the couch in the foyer of the Dynamight agency. You're the only person here on Christmas Eve, everyone else having gone home to trade in their hero names for names like "Mom" and "Dad" and "Rich Wine Aunt."
Being alone on Christmas isn't so bad, really. You finally get one quiet night to yourself. Sure, you were on call to respond to any emergencies, but it seemed even villains took a holiday break, as you'd covered the Christmas graveyard shift three years in a row and never had to so much as stop a purse-snatcher or get a cat out of a tree.
There's a huge Christmas tree set up in the main lobby, at least 15 feet tall with green and orange ornaments hung in alternating patterns. You pass it on your way to the kitchen to grab some snacks and a bottle of sparkling grape juice. You pop the bottle, letting the foam drip into the sink, before pouring yourself a glass and then heading back to the seating area in the foyer.
The heavier accessories for your hero costume lie on one couch, and a mountain of blankets and your laptop lie on another. You curl up into a nest of blankets, positioning your phone and the police radio close to you so that you'll be quick to receive any notifications - just in case - and then open your laptop and settle in for your annual movie night.
"Happy holidays, Dave," you say to the security camera positioned in the far corner of the room, raising your glass. The camera slowly tilts up, then down, making a mechanical whirring sound the entire time. Dave, the remote building security guard, is your annual Christmas companion. Last year you'd climbed on top of a chair and held a piece of paper with your phone number on it up to the lens, and now Dave sporadically texts you with office gossip he's privy to thanks to his position overseeing the security cameras from wherever he actually lived.
Yeah, Dave's cool.
You sip your non-alcoholic bubbly and start your first movie. The police radio and your phone both stay quiet and you're nearly halfway through the third movie of a high fantasy trilogy when you hear some commotion at the front door.
The clock on the wall says it's 5am - time for the Christmas morning skeleton crew to take over. And so passes another uneventful Christmas Eve.
Slowly, you untangle yourself from the mess of blankets and head to the door to help them in. "Dave, can you get the lights?" you call out. As the main overheads of the agency turn on, you see that it's actually only one person at the door, and it's who you'd least expect - the big man himself. Dynamight.
"Sir?" you say tentatively, cocking your head to the side, as you open the door for your boss.
"Thanks," he grumbles as he slips past you.
He's in sweats, a beanie covering the mess of blonde hair on his head. Even then, he's stupidly handsome. And still impossible to figure out.
"Is... everything okay?" you call after him.
He stops in his tracks. "What?" His voice is gruff.
"I just--" you look away from him instinctively, even though he has his back turned towards you, "--what are you doing here?"
"I'm the morning shift. Taking over. You can go home."
"You're the morning shift?"
He sighs, heavily. "Yeah, what did you expect?"
"I don't know," you wave your hand in the air, "someone like me who doesn't have anywhere to be. Don't you have a wife and kids?"
Now he finally turns to look at you. "No? Who the fuck told you I have a wife and kids?"
You shrug. "I dunno, everyone in the office thinks you have a secret family."
He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Well, I don't. Now, get the hell out of here, it's a holiday"
You turn your head slowly towards the security camera and raise your eyebrows at Dave, who you're hoping is seeing your expression from his computer screens.
Dynamight disappears into the locker room, duffel bag and gauntlets slung over his shoulder.
Your phone buzzes against the hardwood of the table where you'd set up shop last night and you check text on your watch.
Dave: you should make a move
"Are you insane?" you whip your head up to glare at the lens of the camera.
A few moments later: i see how you look at him
You scoff, rolling your eyes. "He's my boss. And he's way out of my league."
i see how he looks at you
Your cheeks get hot. "Whatever, Dave," you mumble as you start to clean up the blankets and put away your laptop.
"What're you still doing here?" Dynamight calls from the hallway. You open your mouth to answer, but suddenly the overhead lights shut down and the Christmas tree in the lobby lights up, starting from the bottom, until all of the connected strings illuminate the tree and leave you both in a warm yellow glow.
You want to say something. Really, you do. But he’s walking towards you, eyebrows knitted together in confusion, the sparkling lights of the tree reflected in his irises, and your breath catches in your throat. He’s staring at you and you’re about to drown in his pupils when he breaks the silence.
“I’ll check the breaker.”
You nod quickly. “Sounds good.”
Then he’s gone again.
Childishly, you stick your tongue out at the Dave-camera before cleaning up the rest of your blanket nest. A few minutes later, the lights are back on and Dynamight returns to the lobby.
“Go ahead,” he lifts his chin at you, “I’ll lock the door after you.”
“Where’s the rest of the morning crew?”
He snorts. “I’m the whole crew. I can handle it on my own.” He moves towards the exit.
“Actually,” you clear your throat, “I was wondering if you’d like some company on your patrol?”
He quirks a brow at you. “Why?”
“So we don’t both have to be alone on Christmas,” you answer, biting your lip. A move that, unbeknownst to you, sends Bakugou’s heart in a tailspin.
He pauses. “Get your gear on,” he finally replies.
The patrol, like your evening before, is uneventful. And mostly quiet. You don’t usually have this much time alone with your boss. He keeps his eyes in front of him, chin tucked into the collar of his costume, peering out at the sidewalk in front of him. Everything is closed, so there are no people or cars around. The only thing you hear is the quiet crunch of ice and snow under your boots as you walk alongside him.
“You always take the Christmas Eve shift?” he asks you while you’re walking back towards the agency.
You nod. “It’s kinda nice. I like being alone.”
His expression softens, and a half-smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Me too.”
The sky transforms from a pale blue to a pinkish-orange sunrise as the patrol goes on, making the snow on the ground sparkle.
“Why’d you take the Christmas day shift?” you ask him, turning around to walk backwards.
“Beats bein’ home alone. Or with my parents,” he says, “and ‘s quiet. I like the quiet.”
“Me too,” you echo him.
“You’re quiet,” he muses.
“I guess I am,” you shrug.
“Then I guess I like you.”
It takes you by surprise, and you catch yourself mindlessly staring at him just a moment too late; you’re not looking ahead and you slip on a patch of ice, sending you flying downward on what probably would have been a nasty fall if your boss hadn’t caught you. One of his arms is underneath you, the other gripping on to your shoulder to keep you upright.
“Thank you,” you say breathlessly.
“Looks like I had to save someone on this shift after all,” he laughs as he helps you to stand on your own feet again.
He spends the rest of the walk back to the agency teasing you about your clumsiness, and you pretend to hate it, although you’re secretly enjoying the attention from Katsuki - a name he said you should call him. And when a sudden wind sends chills through your body, he pulls you into his side, happy to share his warmth with you.
cute. says another text from Dave, who can see you both walking arm in arm when you finally make it back.
You enter the agency to Winter Wonderland playing over the P.A. system. The overhead lights have been dimmed to a soft glow. It might even be a few degrees warmer than it was before. You throw a mean glare towards Dave, mouthing a quick what the fuck.
“What’s happening?” you ask Katsuki, putting on your best act, not willing to tell him that your friend the security guard was trying to play wingman via nostalgic music and romantic lighting. He’s standing near the tree, looking up towards the P.A. speakers, and you shuffle towards him.
Just as he turns towards you, there’s a red and green blur in front of your eyes. You blink and realize it’s a mistletoe that’s just fallen down from the ceiling, right in between you and Katsuki.
“How the fuck did you pull this one off?” Katsuki says loudly, looking past you. You turn, but there’s no one there.
Then it dawns on you.
“Do you know Dave?” you whisper, and Katsuki’s gaze snaps back to your face. His eyes move back and forth from the mistletoe to your lips. He lets out a shaky laugh, then grabs either side of your face and kisses you.
Your fingers curl around the collar of his costume and pull him close to you, prolonging the kiss for as long as you can. When you pull away, you eye the security camera, your cheeks getting a little warm.
“Afternoon crew is almost here,” Katsuki says, “and there’s no cameras in my office.”
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I hope you enjoy this one🥺💕
Warnings: A tiny bit angsty, not proofread.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.
Word Count: 1.3k.
Bakugou despised this time of year. The lull after Christmas was slowly going back to normal, the weather still offered a bitter chill that had him donning his winter costume even though the evenings became a little brighter, and the worst thing about all of it— Valentines Day.
It wasn’t enough that this gave the media an excuse to question him about his love life, like it was important anyway. He’s a Pro-Hero for fucks sake, it’s none of their damn business that he’s still single and hopelessly in love with you. But it also meant the fake consumer bullshit that came along with the holiday was staring him in the face anywhere he went. Shop fascias covered in a wild array of pinks and reds, embarrassingly big teddy bears placed in the windows, and tacky gifts everywhere he looked in Musutafu. Even arcades were following through on the hype— pink gifts sat in the crane games waiting to be won, figures of different Pro-Heroes painted a bright red in commemoration of the holiday— Although, Bakugou couldn’t deny he’d be trying to win that red All Might figure on one of his days off.
But the worst thing about Valentine’s Day? The thing he despised more than anything else.
Is the fact that you’ve made him want to celebrate it.
You made it into the office a little earlier today. Whether it was the nerves that had you waking up before your alarm, or the excitement of the holiday you weren’t sure. Waving at the security at the entrance of Dynamight’s Agency as you made your way towards the elevators.
You’d ended up going to bed in the early hours of the morning, spending your entire evening trying to make Bakugou some chocolates. You’d tried to follow the recipe you’d found online perfectly, but somehow you managed to decorate your kitchen in a mixture of cocoa and vanilla. Once you’d popped them out of the moulds you were nervous, a cheap store bought box sat in your living room ready to gift instead if things went badly. And maybe you’d bring those into the office too, in case your boss didn’t enjoy the ones you’d made. Testing one to make sure you wouldn’t accidentally kill the Number Two as you decided that they were good enough. You’d wanted them to be perfect, but maybe he’d like them anyway.
Both chocolates sat in your bag as you pressed the button to call the elevator down as you clung to the strap of your handbag.
“You think you can bring down some of Dynamight’s chocolate later?” He grinned as you shifted from foot to foot nervously.
“Uh— sure.” You smiled back, wondering if your handmade chocolate would even be good enough for the likes of your boss, probably nothing compared to some of the other gifts he’d inevitably receive today.
And you weren’t naive, you’d expected your boss to receive some chocolate or gifts today. He was the Number Two Hero after all— But what you hadn’t expected was the absolute avalanche of gifts the moment you stepped out of the lift.
Bakugou’s floor was covered in hues of pink and red, so much so you thought you’d stepped inside the local department store. Not only were there a huge array of chocolates— there were floral arrangements, teddy bears, cakes and what you assumed to be piles of letters sat around your desk.
Groaning as you dumped your bag onto the ground, shouldering your coat off to place it on the hook in the corner as you wondered how on earth you were going to get any work done when you were surrounded by Valentines Day.
What did Dynamight even do with this stuff? There was no way one man could eat this much chocolate, even with a sweet tooth. Your fingers reached out to stroke one of the vibrant red rose petals as you thought about the tiny box of chocolates that now sat in your bag.
There was no way you could gift those to him now, not after seeing this. Your messy wrapping was nothing compared to the intricate designs and patterns on these gifts. The next one more lavish than the last— some must have cost hundreds, maybe even thousands as you collapsed into your chair with a pout.
Maybe if you were lucky Dynamight would let you try some of the chocolate. You were certain one of the boxes that sat decorating the room contained some of the luxury chocolate that had gold flakes inside, and maybe you’d sneak out one of the bottles of champagne to in order to have with a warm bath tonight to try and drown your sorrows.
Bakugou came into the office around midday, preparing himself for the graveyard shift as he stepped out of the elevator onto his floor. Pulling out one of his headphones as he let his vermilion eyes screen the room, groaning at how disgusting the arrangement looked as he saw you settled in the middle of it all.
“Good morning, sir.” You smiled softly, and it had Bakugou’s heart racing.
Bakugou grunted in reply as he came towards your desk, cringing internally when he noticed the strong scent of women’s perfume permeating the air. The contrasting scents mingled together as it made him feel lightheaded, wondering how you’d managed to work in this room surrounded by all this shit for so long.
“Call maintenance, get them to come up and get rid of all this shit.”
“Oh, I wasn’t sure if you’d want to see any of it—” You smiled softly.
“I dunno how you’re working surrounded by this crap, shit fuckin’ reeks.” He groaned.
“It’s not so bad,” You mumbled shyly, “I can send all the gifts downstairs, but there’s a few letters you might want to see.”
Bakugou looked back at the sacks of letters placed in the corner of the room, wondering why his PR team hadn’t gone through them and sent back generic replies with his photocopied signature like they usually did.
“Lazy assholes.” He mumbled under his breath, “You been eatin’ the chocolate?”
“Uh- yeah, sorry sir. I’m—” You’d taken what may have been your only chance to try the expensive chocolate, deciding that if you were going to drown your sorrows you were going to do it in luxury.
“Take it.” He cut you off, “I don’t care about this shit.”
“Oh,” You felt your heart drop as he continued past you towards his office.
“Fuckin’ hate this stupid day.” He mumbled, opening his office door.
“Yeah, Valentines is overrated. I’ll get this cleared up for you, sir.” You smiled wistfully as he closed the door behind him
Taking the chocolates out of your bag you decided to add them to the massive pile of gifts in Dynamight’s office. Not wanting to take them home and eat them yourself, it was already embarrassing enough that you’d spent so long making them for Bakugou when you should’ve known that you wouldn’t have a chance.
But little did you know on the other side of the door, Bakugou slumped into the chair in his office as he pulled a small gift out of his jacket pocket. Your words playing in his mind as he toyed with it between his fingers.
She thinks valentines is fucking overrated.
He’d been a fuckin’ idiot, stopping into one of the quaint, independent shops moments before closing to try and find a gift for you. Feeling stupid in his full hero costume as the store assistant smiled at him, locking the door so he could have a few moments to himself after closing to help find the perfect gift for you.
Shoving the small box into his pants pocket as he tipped the assistant generously, leaving the store to continue his night patrol.
White Day was approaching, but Bakugou wasn’t sure he could wait. Determined to give you the gift when he came into the office the next morning. But seeing your face surrounded by all those gifts from other women, and seeing how deflated you looked by the whole holiday, there was no way he could give you his gift.
Tossing the small box into the top drawer of his desk as he lay the back of his head against his chair, groaning softly.
Warnings: 18+, v v suggestive, Bakugou’s always having nasty thoughts about you, not proofread.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.
Word Count: 1.9k.
Since you’d started working at Dynamight’s agency you’d found out firsthand how defamatory the media could be. There was often a mixture of positive and negative headlines for all the Pro-Heroes in the top fifty, some more negative than others. Cellophane had been stuck in a messy situation just last week when a saucy text chain had been leaked to the press, the lewd messages accompanied by a rather salacious picture of him in a state of undress. Obviously an attempt by the media to paint him in a bad light, but it actually ended up thrusting him into the top ten.
“He woulda sent that fuckin’ dick pic to anyone that asked.” Bakugou scoffed when you’d told him, grinning at the cheesy headline “Cellophane stuck in a sticky situation.”
But in particular, the media seemed hellbent on making a villain out of Dynamight. A well-known fact that they knew sold papers. His brash personality and fiery quirk made him an easy target for those sleazy tabloids to ridicule. Painting the perfect picture of Number One Pro-Hero Deku, and demonising the Number Two who was always hiding in his shadow.
Of course, the media scrutiny didn’t bother Bakugou much, far used to these words for them to have any real bite. The judgement seemed to have followed him since he was a teenager, and he’d spent the better part of his adult years trying to prove himself through his actions. And although you didn’t know it, your opinion meant far more to Bakugou than a handful of gossip magazines.
It wasn’t unusual for these reporters to call through to the Dynamight agency, especially after a successful mission. Each outlet wanting to be the first to get the scoop hot off the press from the main man himself, but fortunately for Bakugou you were the final roadblock between them and the Pro-Hero.
Most of the time you could weed through the good calls and the bad, finding the best opportunities for Dynamight to showcase himself to the world and add those precious boosts to his hero ranking. Knowing firsthand how much Bakugou hated any kind of interview environment, preferring to showcase himself through his hard work, you were careful with the engagements that you picked. The few he did were always enough to keep him sitting comfortable in second place.
You groaned when you realised who you’d ended up with on the phone, the lead journalist for The Heroic Choice, a controversial tabloid that had just published a rather scathing article about Pro-Hero Welder. And you were certain judging by the “direct” quotes that most had been stretched out of context to fit their narrative.
“Thanks for taking our call,” The voice spoke on the other end of the line, not that you’d had much choice, “Dynamight hasn’t responded to any of our emails, so I thought it best to try and reach you directly.”
“Yes, well Dynamight’s a very busy hero.” You spoke through gritted teeth.
“Oh, we’ve heard. We had a very concerned reader call in earlier to tell us that Dynamight almost killed someone again—” You were already seething at the accusation when the reporter continued, “How many totalled buildings is it this year? The budget must be at breaking point by now, or is it less a budget and more hush money for the victims? Almost as bad as a villain, wouldn’t you agree?”
You weren’t sure what came over you in that moment. Some would probably argue that it was the amount of love that you had built inside you for Bakugou Katsuki that made you want to protect and defend him with your life, or it could’ve just been the fact that being his secretary meant you got to see a side of him that no one else was lucky enough to see. The Hero that dedicated so many hours of his life to protecting the city and its residents, putting his own life at risk to ensure that people made it home safely to their loved ones. The countless amount of times you’d visited him in hospital or done a rather bootleg patch up of his injuries in his office after hours. The scars that now littered his body each held their own story of a time where Dynamight put others before himself, and you weren’t about to let some gossipy B-rate magazine besmirch him. Especially to try and call him, the man that would give his life for others, a villain.
So you did what Bakugou probably would’ve done, you exploded.
You weren’t even sure where it came from, certain in the months that you’d been working for Dynamight you’d never once let your temper get the best of you, even with particularly troublesome callers. His personality must have been rubbing off on you, as you continued to argue back and forth with the man on the phone, your voice increasing in power the more he argued back.
The noise roused Bakugou from his mission report, crimson eyes looking up from his laptop as he tried to make out the shouting on the other side of his office wall. Pushing his desk chair back as he dropped his glasses on top of his laptop he made his way towards the hallway, thinking that another person was harassing you for some kind of Dynamight endorsement deal again. Tugging open the door Bakugou prepared himself to tell whoever it was to leave and stop pissing off his secretary but he was shocked to see you shouting on the phone.
“Dynamight is the greatest Hero of our generation and we’re lucky to have someone like him protecting our streets. There’s no telling what could happen if we didn’t have him. Did you know violent crime is down twelve percent since he entered the top ten? And that’s not including the crime syndicates he’s managed to infiltrate in the last three months—”
Bakugou had to stop in the doorframe at the sound of you listing off facts about him so effortlessly. Mouth agape like a fish out of water as he began to wonder who you were on the phone to, and how they had managed to rile you up to this extent.
You hadn’t even noticed him standing there as you continued to berate the caller, asking them whether they had looked up any crime statistics or whether they were just interested in a sleazy headline.
Bakugou didn’t know what to say, standing outside his office as he stared at you between furrowed brows. After hearing shouting outside, he hadn’t expected it to be coming from you, and he definitely hadn’t expected it to be because you were defending him to the media.
It had Bakugou’s chest swelling with pride as he continued to hear you list of reasons why Dynamight would never do an interview with The Heroic Choice, not that he needed you to tell them that. He could’ve easily given them his own list of reasons, the main one being their scathing reviews of anyone other than Pro-Hero Deku. His throat felt dry as he watched your eyes darken as you continued to argue with them on the phone, nostrils flared as he tried to fight the blood rushing directly between his thighs.
God, you were so fuckin’ perfect.
He’d never had anyone defend him to such a level, and it made it even more special that it happened to be you doing it— the woman he was so madly in love with. Even the shy, wide-eyed look you gave him when you noticed him watching you made his heart flutter as you exchanged the last few words with the tabloid over the phone.
You’d been so heated you hadn’t even noticed Bakugou shamelessly ogling you while you were on the telephone, although you were certain he’d heard you. Your voice at least a few octaves louder than necessary, but you couldn’t help it. The realisation you had an audience now dawning on you as you gave your boss a sheepish smile.
“I’m so sorry about that, sir.” You practically gushed as soon as you slammed the phone down, which immediately began ringing again, “It just makes me so mad, they talk like they know you but they really don’t know you at all—”
“Next time, get me.” He rasped, mainly because you didn’t deserve dealing with assholes like that on the phone, but also because Bakugou wasn’t sure if he’d be able to survive you taking another call like that without blowing his load in public. The thought of having to spend the rest of the day in damp boxers had him squirming as he turned around.
“Yes, sir. I know I should’ve, but he made me so angry. I’m sorry.” No matter how many times he told you not to call him sir, you would do it anyway and it did nothing to quell the ache in his pelvis.
“Take five.” Bakugou grumbled.
“Thank you si— Bakugou.” You stopped yourself with a smile as you stood up from the desk hesitantly.
Bakugou practically waddled back into his office, trying to conceal the tent between his thighs from your praise. The overprotective words had his cock throbbing as he tried to calm his racing heart, and it didn’t help you’d said his name. Slamming his office door a little harder than intended as he pressed his back to the hardwood. Eyes screwed shut as Bakugou made a feeble attempt at steadying his breathing, before glaring down at the obvious bulge. Silently willing it to disappear as he prayed you hadn’t seen it.
But Bakugou had left so abruptly with barely a word that you began to worry that you’d done the wrong thing, remembering Creati’s words one evening when she had been visiting the agency. “All press can be good press if you orchestrate it correctly.” Maybe Bakugou really was mad at you for losing your temper on the phone to one of Musutafu’s biggest tabloids, you’d definitely guaranteed another negative Dynamight article about him. Your eyes glancing over to the shut door to his office as you gnawed your glossed lip between your teeth, pondering whether you should knock on the door to apologise. The phone began to ring again as you were making that decision, opting to pick it up and hopefully do some kind of damage control for his important public image. Hoping that the PR team wouldn’t find out just how hostile you’d been on the phone to a company representative. You had no idea that on the other side of the door, your boss was losing his cool because of you, but not for the reason you thought.
About a week later The Heroic Choice ended up posting their scathing article about Dynamight anyway, although it did little to smear his hero rating. Instead the article seemed to focus on his fiery little secretary who was seemingly even more tenacious than his newly appointed sidekicks.
“Dynamight’s secretary even more explosive than him? More on page six.” It was accompanied by a picture of you that Bakugou was certain they’d managed to take from one of your social media profiles.
You’d been so embarrassed when Bakugou had shown you the magazine with a smirk, highlighting his favourite parts of the article which happened to be the direct quotes of you defending his tenacity and altruism.
What you didn’t know was Bakugou had cut out this article and pinned it to the fridge inside his apartment, grinning at it whenever he passed. The picture they’d picked of you was real fucking pretty after all— it wasn’t his fault that it brought back the memories of you defending him every time he looked at it, his cock standing to attention when he remembered how irate you’d looked that day. Somehow it made you even prettier… But of course, he’d never tell you that.
I still stand by the fact that Bakugou doesn’t know how to use a copy machine, this is purely for ✨plot✨
Warnings: none just not proofread.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.
Word Count: 2.1k.
To many, working at Dynamight’s agency directly beneath the main man himself would be a dream come true. But for you, it was daunting. You’d managed to make it through every stage of the interview process, and you were certain your history of working beneath Gunhead at his agency helped.
Dynamight seemed far more intimidating than your old boss, and you weren’t sure whether you’d made the right choice to move. But his agency was closer to your home, the commute would give you more time for yourself and it could be an amazing career opportunity for you. So you took it—
But when the day finally came, you thought your first first day working at Dynamight’s agency would be your last.
From the moment you stepped into the agency, everything seemed to go wrong. You’d specifically woke up earlier than usual this morning just to make sure that you’d be into the office on time, catching the earliest train as you made your way into the city. Meaning you arrived just over an hour early for your first shift, at least it would be a great first impression.
Unfortunately, it was all downhill from there.
You couldn’t work out the fancy coffee machine in the break room, pulling your cell phone out to try and google the manual for the pristine machine. Maybe it looked almost brand new because no one in the agency could work out how to use it— aimlessly pressing buttons until the glowing green buttons turned an angry red. Squeaking in surprise when a hand reached out from behind you to press three buttons in quick succession, the movements muscle memory as a black mug was placed beneath the nozzle. Turning your head to the side to see your new boss standing beside you with tired eyes and a scowl on his face.
You’d heard rumours that Dynamight was not a morning person, but it was different seeing it for yourself. You’d expected him to turn up to work in a freshly pressed shirt and tie, much like how he’d appeared when he’d first interviews you. But it was intriguing and somewhat comforting to see him standing beside you looking quite normal, in an oversized “Dynamight Agency” hoodie and sweats.
“Morning, Sir.” You smiled softly, standing to the side as the coffee machine whirred in the background, “Sorry I couldn’t work out how to get the machine to work.”
“S’fine.” He replied gruffly, snatching the mug from beneath the machine when the final drips of caffeine filtered into the mug.
Leaving the break room without another word as you remained standing beside the machine that you still had no clue how to operate, too late to try and call your boss back in for help as you flicked the kettle on to make tea instead.
Sitting down at your desk you began to go through your new email inbox, noticing the old secretary had left you thousands of unanswered emails. You weren’t sure whether the sheer volume of emails were a usual day at the Dynamight agency or that they were left out of pure spite but you began the task of filtering through them.
A report from an attempted villain attack on Pro-Hero Rock Lock’s agency caught your eye as you opened it, sending the files to the printer as you prepared them for one of Dynamight’s meetings later that morning. Making your way to the copier that didn’t seem to be printing the pages you’d requested. Yet another red angry flashing light gleaming at you as you tried to push the override button. Checking the toner and even running back to your desk to click print again but to no avail.
Paper Jam Flashed at you as you opened the hefty machine, checking for any paper lodged inside it as you shut the front door again. Trying to get the error message to disappear.
This was not your day.
You didn’t know anyone else in the agency building, and you had no clue who you were supposed to ask. Would the IT department even help you with this? You gave the machine a hard, firm slap with the palm of your hand in frustration as the unit groaned beneath the impact.
“Didn’t know that’s how you make it work, sweetheart.” Your cheeks flushed as your new boss watched in amusement from the door jam, his shoulder leaning against it as though he’d been watching you for a while. Thinking he was angry for you attempting to damage more technology in his agency you began to stutter more apologies.
Bakugou came up beside you to press a button at the side of the machine, the feed resetting as paper began to print from the copier and slip into the tray.
“Thank you,” You heaved a sigh of relief, “I’ll have it on your desk before your meeting, Sir.”
“Quit it with the ‘Sir’, will you?” He replied gruffly, “And quit tryin’ to fight the copier.”
A few hours later you’s managed to make it to midday without an incident. Every call seemed straight forward and you’d yet to have an angry caller, emails were quick and easy to filter through, you’d organised a slew of his reports and you’d let in Pro-Hero Rock Lock for his scheduled meeting with Dynamight at 12pm prompt.
Deciding this would be the perfect moment to take your lunch break as you began to place your out of office on, redirecting the phone lines and ensuring that the company knew your whereabouts. Standing up from your desk as you grabbed your coat and purse, desperate for sustenance. Not wanting to attempt to use the convoluted coffee machine again you decide to go to your favourite coffee shop which was a block away from the agency.
The moment you’d grabbed your favourite drink from the coffee shop you felt your mood lift, determined to enjoy the rest of your day as you took a sip of the warm liquid as you stepped back into the elevator. Pressing the button to Dynamight’s floor as you breathed in a soft sigh of relief.
When the elevator dinged to signal your floor you stepped out into the foyer without looking up and came crashing directly into a large, firm body. The paper cup in your hands crumpling on impact and spilling your fresh coffee all over the man in front of you— your boss.
“Oh my god,” You felt like you might cry, your throat tightening as you watched the brown liquid stain his pristine white shirt. A piece of clothing that probably cost more than your entire wardrobe as you began to splutter our apologies again, “I’m so sorry, sir I—”
His shirt was ruined, the coffee had impacted dead centre and began to trickle down and onto the ground. You were still holding the damaged cup in your hand as you began to panic, wishing you’d picked up some serviettes to help dab him clean as he held his palm up to silence you.
“Just stop,”
“Did it hurt?” You’d walked back from the coffee shop but you were certain the liquid was still scorching.
“Tch, I’ve had a lot fuckin’ worse, sweetheart.” He glowered down at you with his intense gaze as your eyes flitted to the scar on his face, “It’s nothin’. Maybe you should look where you’re going next time, hah?”
He stepped into the lift behind you still soaked with coffee as you stood in the foyer of his floor willing the ground to swallow you whole. Still clinging to the damaged paper cup as the doors closed slowly and the lift began to descend.
You weren’t going to come back tomorrow.
You grabbed some paper towels from the ladies bathroom, too embarrassed to even try calling a cleaner to help mop up the mess that you’d created as you dabbed the wet coffee from the pristine hardwood floor. A few stray tears now clung to your lashes as you tried to blink them back, distraught you’d ended up crying on your first day.
Sitting back down behind your desk as you wondered if it was even worth turning your out of office off if you were just going to leave.
A few moments later Dynamight stepped out from the elevator, the once white shirt gone and now replaced with the hoodie he’d been wearing earlier. Walking towards his office as he stopped by your desk, placing a large coffee cup and a packet from your favourite coffee shop— the same one you’d just left— beside you.
“Take five.” He mumbled, a smaller coffee cup in his other hand as he made his way into his office.
You peeked inside the white paper to see a pretty pink pastry sitting inside, a strawberry intricately placed on top as you smiled softly. Sniffing as you took a small bite of it, finally allowing yourself to relax.
When the phone rang a few moments later you’d calmed down enough to answer it, picking it up with a cheery disposition as you greeted the caller. Surprised to hear Pro-Hero Deku on the other side of the line,
“Hey, you must be his new secretary?” Deku’s voice shone through the receiver, “He told me you started today. How are you finding it?”
“Oh, it’s been great. Thank you.” A lie, but it was easier than listing all the things you’d messed up and it was barely 3PM.
“I’m glad to hear it, I’ll look forward to meeting you sometime,” He continued, “Can you put me through to Bakugou real quick? It’s kinda important, it’s about him loaning me a few sidekicks next week.”
“Oh, yes of course!” You smiled, eager to please the Number One Hero as you prepared to transfer him. Wishing him a good day until the familiar sound of the dial tone began to fill your ears as the line went dead. Your eyes widened in shock when you’d pressed the wrong button on the phone which terminated the call.
This day couldn’t get any worse. You’d just hung up on the Number One Pro-Hero in the country. Even though you could reverse dial the number again, nothing could make up for the embarrassment you felt as you felt your heart hammering against your ribcage. The pit in your stomach growing as you wondered how you could be so stupid to end the call instead of holding it, ready to transfer across to your boss.
The phone on your desk began to ring again, and you assumed it was Pro-Hero Deku trying to get through to Bakugou again as you ignored it, not wanting to explain your incompetence to the Pro.
Standing up you put your coat on, grabbing your handbag as you made your way towards Dynamight’s office to give him the notice that you were done. Your closed fist hovering over the door as you tried to work up the courage to knock, shame clouding your mind.
“Come in,” You heard behind the door as you opened it slowly, slipping between the crack as you left it open.
“I messed up… again.” You muttered.
“What happened?”
“Pro-Hero Deku called, and I accidentally hung up on him instead of transferring the call.”
The words had Bakugou laughing in his seat, and you had to stop and stare for a moment because you were so shocked to see him so happy. In all his promotional photos, candids and news stories he remained stoic and aloof. You’d never seen the man look so happy, so relaxed. His nose scrunched adorably as he let himself laugh at your words, the sound filled his office as you took the reaction as him laughing at you. You’d been so prepared for Bakugou to tell you not to come back, you’d decide to quit before he has the chance to fire you.
“I’m not coming back tomorrow.” You stood fiddling with your hands at the door, “I’m sorry for wasting your time, and I hope you can find someone else on such short notice but—“
Bakugou’s face morphed from happy to stoic in an instant, gleaming eyes glowered at you from across the room as he let the desk chair sway from side to side slightly.
“Everyone’s first day sucks, get over it,” He replied simply, “You’re coming back in tomorrow.“
“I just hung up on Pro-Hero Deku,” You almost whined, “And added to everything else I’ve messed up today I must be the worst secretary you’ve ever had.”
“I don’t even like the nerd,” He scoffed, “My last secretary used to patch him through without even fuckin’ telling me. So I’d say so far, you’re the best secretary I’ve had.”
“But it sounded important.” You mumbled, “He said he was trying to arrange a meeting—”
“So you got me out of it,” He grinned, “That just makes me like you more.”
“Sir, I’m—” You began.
“Stop with the sir shit, you’re making me feel old.” Bakugou cut you off again as he sat back in his office chair.
“Sorry, sir.” You replied almost robotically before you scrunched your face in embarrassment, watching Bakugou’s lips curl into a soft smirk.
“You better be back tomorrow,” He continued, “Cause I don’t want another secretary. I want you.”
Later that night Kirishima text Bakugou to ask what his new secretary was like and he text back that you’d spilt coffee all over his shirt and hung up on Deku.
Kirishima[8.43PM]: You didn’t fire her on her first day, did you man?
☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader
☆ wc: 4.1k
☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 10-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?
☆ warnings/notes: sfw (but suggestive). cop!daichi. lots of too much alcohol consumption. daichi being a drunk, belligerent asshole. vomiting (gratuitous, crack). ANGSTY AS FUCK (don't come for me). mutual pining. jealousy. cheating (mention). appearances: suga, asahi, kuroo, bokuto, yui.
Every now and then she goes off though
Beating on his chest like a bongo
He understands she’s coming from a hurt place
Answers all the questions on her survey
Doesn’t get jealous, doesn’t break trust
Doesn’t call her ‘hoe’ after hang-ups
Give her everything she ever wanted
And even though she still feels haunted
She’s falling in love now
Losin' Control - Russ
You pulled up to the bar on the square, luckily finding a parking spot right in front. Flipping your visor down and sliding the mirror cover over, you checked your hair and makeup. This was the most nervous you’d been about seeing Daichi since you met him.
You had reached out to him a couple of days after he left the other morning without saying goodbye. He was friendly, cordial. But other than asking about how the disciplinary hearing had gone at school and how things were going with Subi at home, he’d kept the conversation light and superficial, giving short answers to your questions about how things were going with him. For the first time since meeting him, the conversation had felt forced. You felt as though you were prying, like he didn’t have any interest in sharing details about his day or life with you anymore. Just as you were about to give up on the awkward exchange, however, he had told you that Suga and the guys were meeting up Friday night at the bar they frequented and asked if you’d like to join them. You had brightened up, figuring if Daichi really had no interest in you anymore he wouldn’t be asking you to hang out.
You touched up your lipgloss before closing it up and dropping it in your clutch. You looked stunning and the little black dress you wore gave you the extra boost in confidence you needed as you said to your reflection, “Knock ‘em dead, girl,” before sliding the mirror closed and flipping the visor up.
You drew a deep breath and exhaled as you pulled one of the heavy doors open, heart leaping in anticipation of seeing the man you’d been sleeping with for the past few weeks. You took a few steps inside, stopping to look around the dark, spacious room for a familiar face. After scanning the loud, crowded area you spotted Daichi standing at the bar looking good enough to eat. He wore a red button-up with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his tan, muscular forearms. His hair was styled in the usual way - thick, dark brown spikes pushed back away from his forehead. The butterflies in your stomach did back flips when you saw the smile on his face - the kind that reached his eyes and made the bridge of his nose crinkle.
That was until you saw the dainty hand with pink fingernails come to rest on his bicep. Your heart turned to black ice as it plummeted to your toes when you realized his smile was for the woman standing in front of him: his ex-girlfriend, Yui.
She leaned into him as the two once-lovebirds shared a laugh. Your choked breath wrenched in your throat and stabbed at your lungs. Her hand stroked his arm before patting his chest - the same chest you’d fallen asleep on so many times while listening to his heartbeat. But she had been there first and for far longer.
You felt sick.
You wanted to run so far away, to be anywhere but here where you suddenly felt like an intruder. But your feet were frozen like cold and fated anchors to the beer-stained floor beneath you. You barely heard Suga’s voice over your pounding heart when he stood and cheerily called out for you. Hearing your name, Daichi’s smile was wiped clear off his handsome face when he finally looked beyond Yui’s shoulder and caught sight of you. From the guys’ table, Suga’s eyes followed your gaze across the room to find Daichi looking right back at you like a deer caught in headlights with his oblivious ex-girlfriend hanging onto him, resting the side of her head on his shoulder as she laughed.
“Shit,” Suga said under his breath. Asahi, Bokuto, and Kuroo all looked at him, none of them having any idea what was happening.
You and the cop both stood like that, staring at one another for what seemed like ages as the bar and everyone else in it fell away - another silent exchange that said it all. You took your first breath in several seconds, shallow and turbulent as your vision blurred with fat, burning tears.
Daichi’s eyes never left you when he set his drink down on the bar and walked away from Yui while she was mid-sentence. Unapologetically forcing his way between bodies, he took the straightest line towards you, snapping you out of your torturous trance. The closer he got, the harder it became to breathe. You had turned on your heels and were reaching for the double doors when you heard Daichi’s voice boom out your name, but you had to get out of there if you had any hope of breathing again.
Suga, having turned his attention back to you in time to see you pushing one of the doors open, quickly looked back to see Daichi halfway across the huge bar room. Ignoring the other guys’ concerned questions, the grey-haired male said, “I’ll be right back” before rushing in hot pursuit to make sure everything was okay.
You’d just made it to the driver’s side of your car, shaky hands fumbling with your keys when Daichi burst through the bar doors.
“Y/N! STOP!”
But you ignored him in favor of hitting the unlock button on your key fob and reaching for your car door. He repeated himself, more forcefully this time, using his cop voice out of habit as he closed the space between you. He reached for your arm, but you spun around and yanked it away as tears dripped from your once flawless face.
“No, you stop, Daichi! Just go back in there and fuck your ex-girlfriend! You invited me here to what? Watch you get back together with her? Just how cruel can you be?”
He watched the tears wobble in your eyes. “I’m not even here with her! She just happened to be standing at the bar when I went to get a drink and we started talking! I don’t want her, y/n, I want you!”
Just then, Suga made it to the door, barely cracking it open when he heard the two of you yelling at each other. He stopped and listened, but hung back enough that neither of you were aware of his presence. His heart pounded as his two closest friends laid into each other.
“Oh? Is that why you introduced me to her as your friend the other night? Then snuck out of my house the next morning without saying shit to me? Do you really expect me to believe that was pure coincidence?”
“Well, isn’t that what we are? Just friends?” Daichi retorted, getting right to the point.
“We’re a little more than just friends, Daichi,” you said with an incredulous laugh.
“Would you have liked it better if I introduced you as my fuck buddy, then?”
“You don’t have to be a smartass about it, Daichi!”
“And you don’t have to be a jealous girlfriend about it, y/n!”
“I’m not your girlfriend!”
“Exactly! So why are you stirring the shitpot with me tonight? Even if I am fucking my ex - which I’m not! - what the fuck do you care? Hm? Maybe you do wanna be with me?!”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, feigning indifference. “Please. You’re not even my type.”
Without missing a beat, Daichi quipped back. “What, not toxic enough for ya?”
You whipped around to face him again, your eyebrows knitting. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that I know I treat you right and respect your boundaries! I want to take care of you, but you only seem to be interested in emotionally unavailable asshats who want to take advantage of you!”
“How dare you-” you hissed through gritted teeth.
“What, tell you the truth? You think I don’t see it? You think I don’t know what your fucking game is? Once again, pushing me away, trying to sabotage everything between us? Why? Because that’s what’s familiar to you? Staying and being honest about how you feel makes you uncomfortable as fuck, doesn’t it?”
You cut him off, “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are-”
“I think I’m the guy who can make you happy-”
“I’m already happy!” you snapped, eyebrows deeply knitted and your lips twisting in an effort to keep more tears from falling before sliding into the driver’s seat.
Daichi put his hands up in sarcastic surrender as he took a couple of steps back. “I rest my case,” he said calmly with a victorious smirk.
“Fuck you, Daichi!” You slammed the door, backed out, and peeled away from the bar.
Suga stepped outside as Daichi watched your tail lights disappear. He ran his fingers through his hair with a growl before yelling “FUCK!” out into the night.
“Hey, bro…” Suga said gingerly, testing the waters. “Are you gonna go after her?”
Daichi’s laugh sounded borderline maniacal as he turned and swatted his arm at the notion, batting it away. “No! She wants to be left alone, let her be alone! I’ve had enough of her sanctimonious shit for one night! I’m going to have a good time!” he said, marching indignantly back inside the bar.
Suga sighed before turning and following suit.
Less than a mile from the bar, you couldn’t see through the tears and had to pull over. Daichi had cut right to the core of your insecurities, pulled them out, and held them up to the painful light of scrutiny. He had exposed you. He had left your ego standing naked after stripping you bare of your bullshit. He had seen right through you all along and it left you feeling embarrassed, vulnerable, and ashamed.
You had stopped crying by the time you made it back home, but your embarrassment and shame had turned to anger and resentment. To say you were pissed off at Daichi was a worthy contender for the Understatement of the Year award.
“This guy! The fucking audacity!” you yelled to no one as you opened the front door. “He can kiss my ass! Make me happy…” You threw your coat to the foyer floor as you grumbled on, your self-righteous rant continuing as you stomped through the empty house. “I can make my damn self happy! I can take care of myself! I don’t need a man, especially not him! Stupid jerkwad of a cop!”
You yanked your phone out of your clutch and checked your phone to see that Suga had texted you. You cursed your disappointment at Daichi’s apparent lack of concern or effort to make sure you’d even made it home safely. Fuck him.
SugaPie: please let me know you made it home okay?
You: I’m home.
SugaPie: are you okay? you want me to come over?
You: I just wanna be alone right now.
SugaPie: okay, let me know if you change your mind. I’ve got my phone on vibrate.
You: k, thanks.
Back at the bar, Daichi had been throwing the drinks back with abandon. His frustration level had been rising for a couple of weeks, since the day after your stargazing…whatever the hell it was. He’d tried being patient, he’d tried bottling it up, he’d even taken a page from your book and tried putting cold distance between you. After your argument outside that night, his patience had reached a tipping point, and what better way to blow off steam than to get piss drunk and flirt with Yui. He wouldn’t normally reduce himself to such immature behavior but at his lowest, even the stable and responsible Daichi Sawamura had it in him to be a manipulative, petulant asshole.
Suga groaned as he watched Daichi regress 15 years and act a fool all night. He tried a couple of times to lure him away from Yui with excuses about why he needed to come hang out with his bros, but every time he’d get Daichi away from her it was only a matter of time before she came prancing back over to wherever he was.
Suga never really cared for her, to be honest. He was only one of a few people who knew that she had cheated on Daichi last year with his buddy from middle school. And he certainly didn’t want to see his best friend piss away whatever was left between the two of you by letting him do something stupid…like Yui, for example.
But Daichi became increasingly agitated and (accurately) accused Suga of cockblocking every time he tried to maneuver him away from his ex. Finally, Suga threw his hands in the air and settled for keeping an eye on his drunk friend from a distance. Having to be the adult supervision for Daichi was a rarity, but when it was necessary, everyone looked to the former vice captain. If he hadn’t already been at the bar tonight, the other guys would’ve called him. Suga’s the only one of them Daichi has never tried to fight when he’s been drunk and acting like a raging prick.
The more Daichi drank the louder he got. He was slurring his speech and had stumbled into another guy. From his perch at the table, Suga’s eyes grew as wide as saucers when the guy, probably equally as drunk, bowed up to Daichi and exchanged some heated words. Fortunately, it didn’t escalate beyond that since the other guy tucked tail and backed off when Daichi flashed his badge and told the guy to fuck off.
For the rest of the night, Suga strategically placed himself mere feet from Daichi wherever he went so that if something popped off, he’d be in the wings to help his buddy out. Even if said buddy was acting like a douchenozzle at the moment, he was still his best friend.
The bartenders shouted last call when Daichi and Yui made their way to the back door and out onto the bar’s patio. Sneaky Suga followed far enough behind that they were unaware of his presence. It wasn’t as crowded out there and after some more playful banter, Suga watched as Yui placed her hand on Daichi’s cheek and pulled him down for a kiss. Not only did Daichi not back away or try to stop her, he kissed her back. Hard. With a lot of tongue.
Suga decided it was time to step in when his bestie suddenly doubled over and puked his guts out, barely missing Yui’s face and hitting her shoes instead. She shrieked and backed away with something between disgust and shock all over her face.
“Jesus Christ! Okay loverboy, let’s get you home!” Suga said with a grimace as he patted Daichi’s back.
Daichi pushed Suga’s hand away and spit on the ground before looking at him with half-open, unfocused eyes. “Nah, fuck that! I’m goin’ home witfh Yui ‘n m’gonna fugck ‘er!”
Suga wanted to punch his friend in his stupid, inebriated face, but didn’t want to get any vomit on his hand so he kept his cool and said, “I think you just blew your chances of that all over her feet, Daichi.”
Daichi groaned.
“Dude, listen. I get that you’re pissed at y/n, but as your friend I’m advising you to keep your dick dry tonight or you’ll seriously regret it.” Suga glanced over at a still-surprised Yui, knowing she could hear him, but fuck it. She wasn’t very smart, but he knew she could do enough math in her head to understand that “y/n” was far more than a friend to Daichi. “Y/n is probably asleep in her bed right now and to be perfectly honest, bro, that’s where you should be too! Not here trying to get even with her by fucking your ex.”
“F’m gonna do th’time, migh’ as well do th’crime,” he slurred, weakly swatting at Suga with a hiccup.
“Then I’m making a citizen’s arrest,” Suga said, making Daichi laugh. “Come on, let’s go.”
Suga pulled his friend’s arm across his shoulders and his arm around his back, but Daichi’s hand went down hard on the patio table beside them as his laughter turned to anguish, Yui long forgotten. “‘M fallin for ‘er, Suga! ‘M fuggin fallin’n love with ‘er!” Daichi lamented, drunk crying with his arm covering his glassy, bloodshot eyes.
Asahi saw Suga stumbling inside with Daichi’s arm over his shoulder and rushed over with Kuroo to help get Daichi out to Asahi’s car. Suga squared up Daichi’s bill at the bar and walked out with Bokuto to join their friends.
Suga told Asahi, who had volunteered to be the designated driver, that he would stay at Daichi’s place to make sure he made it inside and to bed without passing out in a pool of his own sick. He could count on one hand how many times he’d had to do this for Daichi. It was a rare occurrence, but it certainly wasn’t the first time.
“You sure you can handle him by yourself, Suga?” Kuroo asked, offering to help.
“Fucgk allaya! Talkin’ bout me like ‘m not even here! I can fuggin walk ‘n don’ need yer help!” Daichi sputtered, nearly falling out of the back seat when he opened the car door in his driveway.
Suga got out and hurried to the other side to help his friend so he wouldn’t fall face first onto the concrete. By the time he got there though, Daichi was puking again. Bokuto, whose stomach flipped at the sound of it, jumped out of the car and started barfing as well. Asahi, who wasn’t even drunk, had been sympathy gagging and when Bo lost it, so did he.
Suga looked up to see three of his friends puking in Daichi’s front yard and driveway. “Oh my god, fuck all of you! You’re all a bunch of wimps!” Kuroo huffed and Suga clarified, “Except you, Tetsurou. You’re cool.”
Volunteering his aid with a laugh, Kuroo got out of the passenger side to help Suga walk the plastered police officer to his front door, giving the other two a chance to pull themselves together. Suga unhooked the carabiner of keys from Daichi’s belt loop and unlocked the door.
The former Nekoma captain helped Suga get Daichi to his bathroom before setting him down to lean against the wall next to his toilet in case he tossed his cookies again. Daichi tried to be belligerent a couple of times, but failed on account of being too sleepy to pose any real threat to anyone. They rid him of his shirt and pants and cleaned him up, making light of Daichi’s asinine protests.
They’d barely gotten him to his bed before he passed out. Suga thanked Kuroo and assured him he could take it from here. Once the rest of the guys had left, Suga grabbed a blanket and draped it over Daichi’s body before setting up camp on his couch for the night.
It was just after 10:30 on Saturday morning when Suga woke up on the couch with a dull headache and a growling stomach. He’d gotten rather tipsy last night as well, though nowhere near the level to which Daichi had. The school teacher got up and followed the faint groans of his former teammate as he made his way down the short hallway to his bedroom door.
Suga spoke softly, mindful of Daichi’s probable bitch of a hangover. “Hey man, gonna make some coffee if you want some…”
Still lying in bed with his head splitting, Daichi could only respond with a grunt as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
Several minutes later, Suga heard his friend before he saw him. Daichi shuffled into the kitchen, moaning and wincing at the bright morning sunlight while covering his eyes. He plopped into a chair at his table and grumbled, “What th’fuck happened las’night?”
Though he wasn’t surprised that Daichi couldn’t remember, Suga frowned knowing he was going to be the one to fill him in on his shenanigans. He set a small glass of water and some pain reliever on the table next to Daichi, who popped them before chugging down the entire glass of water in three gulps.
“What do you remember?” Suga asked, wondering if downing that much water just yet was a good idea as he added it to the list of Daichi’s questionable decisions over the past 12 hours.
With his elbow resting on the table, Daichi propped his head in one hand while rubbing his face with the other. “Gettin’ in a fight with y/n…then goin’ back in th’bar…” He complained about feeling like shit before continuing. “...Yui was there…”
Suga glanced at him sideways as he poured him a fresh cup of black coffee.
“Do you remember going out to the bar patio with Yui?”
Shielding his eyes from the daylight, Daichi furrowed his brow in concentration for a moment. “No?”
“You kissed her.”
“Who?”
“Yui.”
“Wha–?” Daichi looked over at Suga long enough to see him nod with a frown.
“Yeahhh…then you threw up on her.”
“You’re kiddin…”
Suga pursed his lips and shook his head slowly. “It was glorious.”
Daichi cringed, burying his face in both hands now. “Oh shit…”
“Then you said you were going to fuck her…”
Daichi didn’t move, his hands still covering his face.
“...in front of her.”
Daichi’s hand moved to cover his mouth as he rushed to the kitchen sink and hurled once again, cursing as he spit and gagged.
Suga shook his head and fetched the bottle of pain reliever. “At least you made it to a drain this time,” he mumbled, setting the pills and coffee on the table.
Daichi turned the faucet on and rinsed his mouth before grabbing a nearby dish towel and dragging himself back over to the table. Suga brought him more water just as he picked up the second round of headache medicine. “Don’t chug it this time.”
Daichi wiped his mouth with the back of his hand after swallowing the replacement pills. “I gotta ‘pologize to ‘er…” he grumbled remorsefully.
“Y/n kinda owes you an apology too.”
“M’not talkin bout y/n. Talkin bout Yui.”
Suga closed the refrigerator door and twisted his torso to look at his friend. “Yui?”
“Yeah. For actin like a douche-”
“What about y/n?”
“Whatabout ‘er?”
Suga tipped his hand back. “So that’s it? You’re just done with her?” he asked in an unconvinced tone.
“Yeah,” Daichi replied defensively. “What else s’there t’do, Suga? The fuck can I do? I can’t…’ve done all I can! Th’ball’s in her fuckin court! If she doesn’t wanna be with me, m’not gonna force it! But m’not gonna let her hold th’fact that we’re not together o’er my damn head either! Like it’s my fuckin fault! F’I had my way, we would be together! She…” He growled. “Fuck her for pushin’ me away n’ then bein mad at me for gettin’ on with m’life!”
“Big words for someone who’s falling in love with her…” Suga mumbled.
“Who said I’m fallin in love with ‘er?”
“You did, dumbass! Last night while you were three sheets to the wind!”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. ‘Oh’ is right,” Suga mocked. “Or was that just the booze talking?”
“No,” Daichi admitted, shaking his head in his hand. “I am fallin for ‘er, Suga, and tha’s egxactly why I need ta put the brakes on everythin. I’m in too deep and m’fuckin heart is breakin,” he said with a voice crack and a sniffle.
Suga’s shoulders slumped in defeat. He loved the idea of you and Daichi. The poignancy of the dynamic between you was the stuff of fairy tales and sappy romcoms.
The cop and the survivor.
The survivor who used to dream of being with a man who would take care of her, and finally meeting him only after she herself had long been independent and self-sufficient. The one who equated cops with danger and mistrust ultimately finding solace and safety in one.
Suga knew you would be perfect for Daichi too if you could get past your fears of intimacy and abandonment. More than anything he wished he could snap his fingers and make you both see in each other what was so clear and obvious to him.
He knew he wasn’t wrong. He knew that you and Daichi could finally find what you both deserved in each other. Perhaps this was just part of the process and pain of growing together rather than apart.
Even if the two of you had lost hope, Suga had not.
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Summary: You’re at Prince Daichi’s Birthday Ball and it’s very boring.
Trigger Warning(s): being alone with a boy, boredom, mentions of kids and having kids
Pairing(s): Royal AU Daichi x female reader
Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: Thank you @kingdaddydaichi for letting me joint your 31 Days of Daichi event! This was my first event, and I really loved it! Thank you @ceo-of-daichi for helping me proofread!
This ball was horrendously boring. You had been standing in the corner for most of the night, watching all the Lords chase after the Ladies for a dance. You scoffed as you watched a nearby Lady wave her fan at a Lord to invite him over. At least this corner was quiet and pretty.
The doors to the veranda were just a few steps away, adorned by lavish drapes. Perhaps if you'd be able to slip away, you'd be able to enjoy the rest of your night peacefully. Your eyes slipped to the open doors for the hundredth time that night. If there were any chance, now would be it. There was no one in sight to stop you.
You took one more look around to ensure no one was watching and slipped out. The fresh air kisses your cheeks refreshingly. The night sky captured your attention with its scattered stars. If you closed your eyes you’d be able to imagine you were alone at your own home, not some Prince’s Summer home.
You sighed heavily. That was another reason you decided to slip out. It was “the season” and you were currently attempting to avoid any potential suitor. Marriage wasn’t necessarily something you hated, but you didn’t welcome it willy-nilly like the others. There was something you just found…weird…about it. How could you dance with someone a few times and decide that’s the person you want to spend your life with?
Another sigh. Perhaps you’d spend your life like your aunt—in the countryside with far too many animals for one person.
“Does this event truly bore you to the point of melancholy sighing?”
You jumped at the voice, not expecting anyone to be out here already. Your eyes tries to find the source of the words, but it was too dark. You could only make out a tall, thick shape. You stepped forward cautiously.
“Pardon my intrusion, sir,” you said wearily. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to be out here.”
The figure chuckled and shifted slightly, leaving on the veranda’s railing. “It’s quite alright, no need for apologies,” he said. His voice was deep and rich, with a bit of a boyishness to it. “What’s a Lady doing out here, when everyone else is inside?”
You rolled your eyes, smiling. “That the point, isn’t it? Everyone else is inside.” You, too, leaned against the veranda’s railing, facing the dark, beautiful garden. Without the Sun, the flowers and hedges looked daunting and mysterious. You wondered how many unchaperoned Lords and Ladies were within those hedge walls right now. You smiled wider to yourself. The scandal.
The man chuckled, his voice going softer with amusement. “A good answer we both share.”
You furrowed your brows, moving your head towards the shadowy man. “Why would an eligible bachelor want to avoid everyone? Shouldn’t you be—I don’t know—looking for a wife to give you a brood?”
The man laughed, his head leaning back. Was what you said that funny? At this point, you were thoroughly intrigued in this man. You turned your full body to him now and squinted, trying to see any features that might reveal his identity.
“Perhaps if all the Ladies and their mamas weren’t so persistently demented. They’re not being truthful anymore.” You saw him shift his body to face yours. “Why, just the last ball a Lady was claiming to be proficient the pianoforte. I asked her who was her favorite composer and she said Monet!”
A laugh escaped your lips, sounding something between a scoff and a snort. A most unladylike gesture, but you didn’t care. Not when this man couldn’t even see who you were. “He’s not a composer.”
The man let out a breath, almost sounding relieved. “Exactly. I’d rather sit this ball out of it means I won’t have to deal with any lies.” It was silent for a moment, only the sounds of the crickets filling the night air. “Shouldn’t you be looking for a husband to give you a brood?”
You couldn’t help the scoff that escaped your lips. You probably shouldn’t be so unguarded with this unknown man, but you couldn’t help it. You just felt so…comfortable around him. Which, in retrospect, was very silly. On top of not knowing this man’s identity, you had no idea what he looked like. Worst case scenario, he could be some random civilian who crashed the party. Still, you answered with candor.
“How can anyone decide their future based on one encounter?” you replied. “One dance and little conversation?” You laughed to yourself cynically. “It doesn’t make any sense to me.”
It was quiet for a few long moments. You were afraid you might have said the wrong thing and been too comfortable. It was hard to gauge the man’s reaction in the darkness, with no facial expressions visible. It was rare anyone would object to the way things were done in society, and even rarer that it be a Lady. But you couldn’t help your doubts and suspicions. Too many times had you heard—seen—failed marriages based on these one encounters. It’s easy to play a character, to lie your way up on the societal ladder, than to be yourself.
Finally, the man spoke. “I think it’s quite romantic,” he said, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “To meet someone and fall in love with them on sight.” You heard a shuffle and felt a man’s body heat.
He hadn’t moved that close, just close enough to barely graze your shoulder with his. His arms were crossed over his chest and leaning on the veranda railing. With the few lanterns and star out, you were barely able to make out some features in his face. Dark, cropped hair, a strong nose and jaw, full lips. You squinted your eyes slightly, a familiar sensation gnawing at the back of your brain. Did you know this man?
“I think I’d like to get to know someone before I decide to marry them. It’s only forever,” you responded. Your eyes scanned the man’s features, trying to recognize him. “I’m sorry, I don't believe we’ve formally introduced ourselves..?”
The man shifted to face you, taking your hand and placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. He seemed stiff, as if you had asked him a question he didn’t want to answer. All the same, the action mixed with the anticipation of a revelation had butterflies storming your stomach. You couldn’t discern why you stomach was in knots, though there could only be two options—you were nervous at who this man might be, or the gesture had touched you. You mentally scoffed to yourself. A simple gesture done by every gentleman you meet managed to touch you. Possibly.
“Prince Daichi of Karasuno,” the man—the Prince—bowed. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
You blinked, too stunned to speak. Suddenly, everything and nothing made sense. Ladies lying to him just to get his fancy made sense, you could see anyone doing that. Maybe if you were a different person, or even if you knew you were talking to the Prince, you’d lie too. But this ball was in honor of him, why wouldn’t he at least try to keep to himself inside? You were sure people were already looking for him— Panic rose in your chest. People were looking for him. And you were with him. Alone. With no chaperone. In the dark. Close enough to be touching—
You removed your hand from his and curtsied. “F/N L/N,” you replied hastily. Your eyes grazed the closest areas for anybody. Maybe if you left now you wouldn’t be caught.
Prince Daichi furrowed his brows, his head cocking to the side. “I see my introduction has made you uncomfortable.”
“No,” you blurted, “—I mean yes. You see, you’re a Prince, and I’m…I’m just me. And we’re alone. In the dark.” You couldn’t pay attention to the Prince’s facial features, or even how he stepped closer to you. You were too focused on someone—anyone walking in. You’d never outlive the scandal. A Lady below his rank alone with him—they’d think you were seducing him. Testing his honor.
“Ah.” The Prince took a deep breath and extended his arm. “If you’d like we can go inside? Perhaps I can get a waltz in—”
You looked at him at that. “You want to dance with me?”
“Only if you want to..?”
You blinked, eyes wide. You were in disbelief. Why would a Prince want to dance with you? “And you want to use your only waltz with me?”
The Prince lifted a brow in amusement. “Yes? Am I not supposed to?”
“N-No—I mean yes—I mean,” you took a deep breath. “You can do whatever you want, Your Grace.”
The Prince shook his head with a smile and took your arm. “Then allow me to escort you to the dance floor.”
You swallowed hard, all of a sudden nervous. “And perhaps if you think I’m a good enough dancer, I can fill your punch card?”
You looked at Prince Daichi, astounded. He genuinely wanted to dance with you—all night. Someone who was just venting about the Ladies of today had their sights on you. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and fluttered up to your throat. How could you be feeling this way about someone you just met? After one encounter?
Merry Christmas my loves! Thank you for giving me and my silly writing the time of day💕
I know I said there isn’t really an order to these, this one is the day after the secret santa.
Warnings: none, as always not proofread.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.
Word Count: 1.4k.
Unlike most of the country, Bakugou liked working Christmas Day. It was quiet, the streets were empty, the office was peaceful and it was the perfect excuse not to go to his parents house early for festivities. The festive period was often a subject of contest between Bakugou and his mother, the judgement far worse than any other month of the year. Questions of when he would be giving them Grandchildren and when he’d finally be setting down and getting married. Questions that pushing thirty, pained him to answer.
Thankful that the building was still warm as he stepped in from the frozen streets, cheeks pink from the cold chill outside as he buried his hands back inside his coat pockets. The Christmas decorations were still up all over the agency, the fairy lights casting a soft glow on the building as he stepped into the elevator to take him up to his floor. Scoffing at the mistletoe that was positioned all over the building.
When the elevator door dinged open and he stepped out onto his floor, Bakugou was surprised to see the lights on and you sat behind your desk.
“What’re you doing here?” He rasped gruffly, his voice still laced with sleep.
Every year on Christmas he’d arrive at his agency, and spend the day alone— until now apparently.
After avoiding you at the work Christmas party the night before he hadn’t expected you to be in the office so early the next morning. Bakugou hated to admit that he thought about you for the rest of the evening when he finally made it home, collapsing onto his bed alone as he scrolled through the pictures of you on his phone. Wishing that he had stayed a little longer, if only to see you in your pretty outfit and wish you a Merry Christmas. To have you look at him the way you looked at Kirishima—
“Merry Christmas to you too.” You smiled softly from behind the desk as he stepped closer, “I knew you’d be alone in the office today, so I thought I’d come in to keep you company.”
Bakugou hated the way you made his chest ache from your words, the soft tone of your voice had him pining for you even more as he cherished being the reason why you were here on Christmas Day.
“Go home,” He shook his head, “Spend time with your loved ones.”
He wondered whether Kirishima knew you were working today, and if he’d blame his best friend for it.
“I’ll be okay for a few hours, Dynamight.” You teased, using his hero name, before your expression changed, looking up at him wistfully, “I missed you at the party last night, I thought you said you’d come.”
You missed him.
Bakugou’s heart shuddered against his ribcage at the words, trying to stop the heat from rising in his already cold, pink cheeks.
“Yeah, sorry. Somethin’ came up.” He tried to shrug it off, not wanting to tell you the real reason he left so early.
“I left your secret santa present in your office,” You smiled, “That weird guy from admin was eyeing it up, I wanted to make sure you got it.”
“Uh- thanks,” He continued, remembering the way you looked at Kirishima when he gave you your gift.
Bakugou noticed a new photo frame sat on top of your desk, the picture facing you as he tried to tilt his body to the side to see it. You must’ve noticed his subtle movement as you lifted the frame so he could see the picture, a photograph of you both.
“Oh, yeah. Kirishima got me it last night, he was my secret santa.” You smiled softly, looking down at the picture.
So that’s why Kirishima refused to swap names with him, the sly bastard. Bakugou would definitely be having words with him later as he looked down at the photograph on the desk. The thought of you displaying it like that for anyone to see had a possessive swirl in his abdomen as he remembered exactly where the picture wa taken. He felt so stupid for leaving last night after seeing you with his best friend, jumping to conclusions that there was something going on with him.
“That’s a pretty shitty gift.” Bakugou mumbled.
“I dunno,” You mused, “I actually really like it.”
Bakugou couldn’t hide the dopey grin that spread across his cheeks at your words, also the fact that there was now going to be a picture of the both of you placed perfectly on your desk so any Pro-Heroes visiting that felt the need to flirt with you would see it. The thought had his cock throbbing in his pants as he tried to calm his racing heart, nostrils flaring to try and control his breathing.
“You should go home,” Bakugou tried to avoid looking at the picture frame any longer, “I’ll only be here a few hours anyway.”
“If you’re sure, sir.” You worried your lower lip between your teeth as you began to exit out of your work programs, collecting your things as Bakugou hovered over your desk watching you. You would never admit to your boss that you wanted to see him on Christmas Day too.
“Before I suspend you.” Bakugou replied gruffly.
“Alright, alright. I’m leaving.” You laughed, and it had his chest puffing out with pride that you enjoyed his joke as you stood from your desk chair.
He wanted more than anything to have you stay with him, to spend the day with you instead of his family, but instead he patiently began to walk you towards the elevator. Pressing the illuminated button as it made the familiar ding.
“You don’t stay too late either, the world can cope without Dynamight for a few hours.” You smiled up at him as you fiddled with your fingers shyly.
You broke the gap by leaning forward and reaching up on the tips of your toes to pull Bakugou into a warm hug. The action catching him off guard at first as he stood awkwardly with his hands balled into fists at his sides, completely surrounded by the sweet scent of you. The warmth of your body against his had him melting into you, as he finally managed to get his body to react to his brain as he placed his arms around your waist to reciprocate.
Bakugou buried his nose into your neck as he inhaled deeply, crimson eyes clenched shut to try and imprint this moment to memory. Not wanting to forget how your arms felt around him, or the way your breasts pressed against his chest. It felt as though time stood still as you both stood in the foyer of his floor, the elevator dinging shut again beside you but it wasn’t like either of you cared.
This made up for missing you at the party last night, and getting a shitty secret santa. His cheeks ached from smiling so much with you, and it had only been ten minutes in the office. Bakugou may have held on a little longer than you as he felt your grip begin to loosen as you pulled back. His arms still settled gently around your hips as your gaze met his and you gave him a sheepish smile.
Bakugou had never wanted to kiss you more than he did in this moment.
“Merry Christmas, Bakugou.” You smiled softly, forgoing the titles as you leaned forward to press the button to the elevator again. The doors quickly opening for you, illuminating you in fluorescent light as you stepped inside.
“Yeah,” Bakugou smiled as the doors began to shut, “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”
But if either of you had looked up as you were standing at the elevator doors, you would’ve noticed the fresh sprigs of mistletoe that were left hanging on top of the head jam. Mistletoe that could have granted both of your Christmas wishes.
There are a multitude of things Bakugou Katsuki hates about the festive period. The freezing temperatures that make it difficult to use his quirk and leave him shivering on patrols, the fake hallmark bullshit that corporations try to sell during the holidays (he deliberately refuses any Yuletide collaborations for this exact reason), the way people seem to only care now it’s Christmas, the crowds and one of the worst things…
Forced fun.
Every year the Dynamight agency arrange a secret Santa, and every year Bakugou refuses to participate. Just another bullshit, meaningless waste of time during the festive period, and he never has any idea what to get anyone anyway.
But this year is different, because this year you worked at his agency. Bakugou groans as he looks down at the piece of paper with a name scribbled on it, his secret santa.
When you asked him one evening as you were leaving if he was going to participate in the secret santa event, he was going to reply with a scoff. Wondering why on earth you were asking him such a ridiculous question, what would give you the idea that Dynamight would want to do secret santa? But it was the adorable, hopeful look in your eyes that had his throat going dry and his heart palpitating as he stopped dead in his tracks. The words leaving his lips before he could even stop it— yeah, I am.
Bakugou hated the way your cheeks seemed to glow at his response, how happy you looked that this year he would be participating.
And that’s why he now found himself with a piece of paper in his hands with a name that wasn’t yours.
He didn’t even know who the fuck it was! Apparently after searching his employee database it was a lady in admin. Now stuck with trying to find a workplace regulation gift in between the long holiday shifts, maybe he’d get one of his sidekicks to get a gift for her instead.
How foolish he’d been to think that he’d get your name, that after all the shit he’d been through in his life that fate would grant him a free pass this once and give him the gift of you. But as always, the odds were against him. Crumpling up the piece of paper with a groan as he threw it onto his desk, tugging his glasses off to rub the balls of his hands into his eyes.
But perhaps he could swap with someone…
Finding out who had you was proving near impossible, it had been easy to get his sidekicks to announce to him who they had for the secret Santa, but everyone else in the agency was proving to be rather tight lipped. Whether it was the fear of their boss, or the fact that one of them may have him, he’d near but given up hope of swapping to get you.
“It’s supposed to be a secret, Bro.” Kirishima shook his head as he tucked into his bento box, a mouthful of rice slurring his words.
“I don’t give a shit, who ya got?” Bakugou pointed his chopsticks holding a piece of Gyoza towards Kirishima before shoving it into his mouth.
“I can’t tell you! It’ll ruin the whole thing,” Kirishima shook his head, “What if I’ve got you?”
“You ain’t got me.” Bakugou knew who had him already, it was a poor man from the cyber security department who seemed terrified when he’d revealed the big secret to the man himself.
“How do you know?” Kirishima sat back in his seat, “Man, this is why you never participate isn’t it? You don’t like fun.”
“I like fun,” Bakugou scrunched his nose in mock offence, “I hate surprises.” He mumbled, and truth be told, he hated not having you more.
“Well, I’ve already bought my gift so I can’t switch.” Kirishima grinned and Bakugou raised a surprised eyebrow.
For how generous and altruistic Kirishima was, he wasn’t usually this prepared. Often ignoring deadlines and leaving things until the last minute which would often result in him racing around like a headless chicken.
“Why don’t you just get her a gift anyway, man? I’m sure she’d appreciate it.”
“I can’t do that.” He shot back, glaring across the table.
There was no way he could get you a gift out of the blue, even if it was for Christmas. Being the only person in the agency outside of the secret santa that he’d purchased a gift for would make it completely obvious that he’s in love with you, and the thought of your rejection made him blanch.
“Yeah, you can.” Kirishima continued, “You were gonna get her something if she was your secret santa anyway, so what’s the difference?”
It was a huge difference, it would mean the gift he’d give you separately was far more personal… Even if he would’ve gifted you the exact same thing.
“Doesn’t matter.” Bakugou grumbled.
“Just wait it out man, and think positive. She might have you!” Kirishima smiled as he took a long sip of his protein shake.
The thought of you holding a piece of paper with his name on it had Bakugou feeling all giddy inside, trying to stop the ridiculous smile from tugging on the side of his lips as he pictured you going out to shop for a gift for him. Wrapping it and writing his name on it to gift it to him on Christmas Eve.
It was the only thought keeping him sane the closer it got to the day, finally acquiring his gift late after one patrol as he bought an obnoxiously Christmassy gift bag to place it inside as he brought it back to his agency. Scribbling the recipient onto the tag as he left it with the other gifts sitting beneath the outlandish tree. Bakugou wanted to look for your name in the huge pile, wondering if he could find out who actually had you or what the gift was but instead he made his way to the locker rooms. Tired bones aching from his arduous patrol as he made his way to shower before the annual Dynamight agency Christmas party, refusing to wear a Christmas jumper as he opted for a plain cable knit burnt orange sweater instead.
Turning up to the party late meant that most people had already opened their gifts, the loud bustle hitting him as he weaved through the crowds. Reaching out to grab a flute of champagne as he took a healthy sip as he gave polite nods to his staff that wished him a “Merry Christmas” as he walked through, not wanting to make it obvious that he was looking for you.
Giving up as he spotted the familiar red mop of his best friends hair hidden beneath a bright red Santa hat as he made a beeline towards him. Bakugou’s heart instantly sped up when he noticed who was standing beside him.
His heart fluttered at the sight of you, a gorgeous smile on your face as you seemed to hang on Kirishima’s every word. Handing him the glass you were holding as he handed you a gift in return. Was Kirishima your secret Santa all along?
The familiar ache returned to his chest at the sight, something he’d never experienced until he met you. His adam’s apple bobbing as he watched you slowly begin to tear open the messily wrapped present. He could make out the garish paper from across the room as Kirishima leaned in to gage your reaction, a huge grin on his face.
Bakugou couldn’t even be mad that Kiri got you as a secret Santa and didn’t tell him because the way your face lights up at whatever Kiri got you makes his heart palpitate. You’re so beautiful.
But he can’t avoid the hurt that aches in his chest or the way he feels his throat tighten as he watches how happy another man has made you, wishing it was him that made you look that happy instead.
Lifting his glass up to his lips he downs the rest of his champagne before placing the glass back onto the table, ignoring the lone present sitting beneath the large Dynamight tree addressed to him as he makes his way out of the room, his head down to avoid catching anyone’s gaze as he leaves.
Maybe he should’ve got you a present after all.
But if Bakugou had stuck around the office party, he would’ve seen what Kirishima gifted to you as your secret Santa, and the real reason why you were smiling. The horribly wrapped gift was actually a framed photograph of you and Bakugou at a press interview for Dynamight’s agency. Your eyes gazing up at him in adoration as you both smiled softly at something the other had said while you both acted like you were the only two in the world.
You’re always buying your boss coffee each morning, so you’re surprised to see he knows your exact order.
Warnings: none.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.
Word Count: 0.8k.
One thing you’d learned whilst working as Dynamight’s secretary is that he liked routine.
No matter how much you could tell the man was definitely not a morning person, the amount of cheery morning messages from Pro-Hero Deku were enough to attest to this, he still managed to make it into the office before everyone else. Except you.
And through working under Dynamight you’d managed to work out his routine to the minute, making it easy for you to time it so you were inside his office to leave his paperwork on his desk along with his morning coffee, just how he liked it. To you, it seemed like such a small thing. Bosses you’d had before would expect far more and berate you for far less, but some would say Bakugou was easy to please. However, his previous secretaries may beg to differ.
It was something you enjoyed, being in the office before Dynamight. Sitting behind your desk as he came in, giving you a gruff “mornin’” before disappearing inside his office. Bakugou never small talked, not one for frivolity anyway, but he never complained either. It was like a constant routine you’d both worked yourselves into. You’d never imagined you’d be able to make it in to the office this early each day, although you’d admit the commute was nicer, quieter. But what made it worth it was being the only two in the office at such an early hour, it felt intimate, personal— getting to spend those extra moments with the man you were so shamelessly in love with, even though he had absolutely no idea. It was silly really, but it was something you looked forward to each day.
Until the first day you were late, that sick feeling swirling in your chest when you had to make a call into the agency to let them know that you weren’t going to make it on time. Cursing the train that had lost power at one of the mainline stations as they waited for a replacement. Clicking your black patent pumps against the floor, typing away at your cell phone screen to send Dynamight a personal email to apologise, knowing the receptionist would probably forget to relay the message when she arrived into the office herself.
You debated making a stop at Dynamight’s favourite coffee shop on your way into the agency, you were already late so it wouldn’t make too much difference. But being late had an uncomfortable feeling swirling around in your abdomen and you were eager to get into the office to apologise.
But when you made it to his floor, stepping out of the elevator disheveled and heavy breathing as you clutched your bag to your side. You were surprised to see a large white coffee cup from Dynamight’s favourite coffee shop sitting on your desk.
Picking it up you felt the cup still heavy and warm, looking at the side to see the little label with the initial Dynamight always used whenever he ordered from there, never giving his actual name. Except for the few times the workers recognised him and emblazoned his cup with “Dynamight”. Raising a brow when you read the contents inside to find that it was your usual order—
“You left your coffee on my desk.” You knocked before entering, peeking around his large office door as you motioned to return the coffee cup back to him, “It’s still warm.”
“That’s for you.” He doesn’t even glance up from his laptop, thick rimmed glasses over his eyes as the glare from the screen reflects against them.
“What?” You stood shocked as you looked down at the coffee cup in your hands and then back at him.
It was almost like tradition buying him coffee each morning, something so embedded into your routine you didn’t even think about it as you made your way towards the coffee shop before going into Dynamight’s agency.
“You’re always getting here early with coffee, bout time I repaid the favour.” He looked up from his screen as he gave you a soft smile, the kind of smile that had your heart pounding and your knees shaking as you leaned against his heavy office door.
“I—,” He got your order perfect too, like he was the one buying you coffee each morning and not the other way round, “I’m sorry I was late. The trains—“
“Don’t even worry about it,” He rasped, cutting you off, “You do enough around here as it is.”
“Yes, Dynamight, sir.” You nodded as you made to leave.
“How many fuckin’ times do I have to tell ya, it’s Bakugou to you.”
“Yes, Bakugou, sir.” You couldn’t hide the grin on your face as you repeated it back to him as he scoffed, shaking his head.
His eyes following you out of the room as you took a sip of the warm liquid, it almost tasted better because he’d bought it for you.
But what you didn’t see once Bakugou closed the door to his office was the little fist punch to the sky as he couldn’t wipe the grin from his face. Your exact coffee order inscribed in messy black ballpoint on his inner hand, worried that he was going to forget part of it even though he remembered it exactly. The ink slightly blurred now with his sweat causing it to seep into his skin and bleed.
summary: after a media misunderstanding, you agree to fake date number 2 hero katsuki bakugo to keep his ratings up. the plan doesn’t quite work out how you wanted it to.
cw/ light swearing
*****
DYNAMIGHT SPOTTED GETTING INTIMATE WITH MYSTERY GIRL
…
“look how your ratings have risen” all might said, pointing to the tablet in his hand. “this is good, it’s great, bakugo.”
“this is gossip bullshit,” bakugo spat. “i’m a fucking hero not some celebrity.”
“heroes are celebrities,” all might sighed. “please, just think about it. i’ll talk to the girl.”
“don’t lie to her,” bakugo ground his teeth. “have her sign an nda, i don’t give a shit, just tell her the truth. don’t need her thinking i actually like her.”
“fine.”
…
when all might came to the bakery you worked at and asked to speak with you specifically, you thought you were getting arrested. you should have never run after bakugo to give him the croissant you’d shorted him. you never should have smiled at him when you handed him the bag. you should have seen the paparazzi. you should have known you’d be front page gossip news with the hottest, most dangerous bachelor (their words, not yours).
all might smiled and asked if you were about to close.
you nodded, scared out of your mind. he was going to kill you.
“i’d like to talk to you privately, if possible,” he said.
you told him to take a seat, that you’d be back in a minute. the bakery was already empty, you just flipped the sign to closed and made sure the guy in the back was distracted. you sat on the chair across from the former hero, now hero manager.
“i want to start by saying that you’re not in trouble,” all might tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace. “i’m not here to get mad at you. i’m here because…well it’s actually quite awkward.”
you blinked.
“i’m sure you’ve seen the news articles and ratings.”
“yes, i am not sure how they got so much out of one blurry picture,” you laughed nervously.
“no, i mean previous to this…incident,” all might prompted. “bakugo is powerful, but he’s harsh and rude and sometimes a pain in the ass. his ratings reflect that. we’re worried about his, er, likability affecting his top three ranking.”
you still didn’t see why he was having this conversation with you.
“bakugo’s run in with you was the first positive media we’ve seen in over a month. with the hero billboard chart jp coming up in three months, we’re concerned about his future. public view and appearances have recently been valued more in the ranking system.”
you were still confused. “i’m glad i was able to help,” you smiled. you wanted to go home.
“i was wondering if you could help us out again,” he smiled nervously.
you blinked.
“a significant other often reflects well on heroes. we want bakugo to look like a loving partner instead of a cold, distant, power hungry hero.”
“oh, no, i’m not interested in-“
all might laughed, “no, that’s not it. we’d like you to go on a few “dates” with him, be pictured by paparazzi. nothing more. you’d be well compensated for your time and energy.”
“you want me to be dynamight’s fake girlfriend?”
“essentially, yes.”
“you want me to lie to boost his ratings so he can remain number 2?” you frowned.
“i know how it sounds,” all might sighed. “that’s why you’ll be getting a big check.” all might slid a paper across the table. “three months with three public outings a month. nothing more.”
holy shit. $1,000 for an hour long date. $500 for a staged paparazzi picture. open contract to leave anytime.
“it’s a lot of money,” all might said. “the media team will come up with a fake last name and history and leak it when needed. we’ll do our best to keep the paparazzi out of your hair, but know that the media can go a little crazy.”
“you’re banking on the media going crazy,” you muttered. compromise your morals and get paid extremely well but have to live with the guilt of lying to everyone. no. you were being too serious. this was a media pr stunt that wouldn’t harm anyone. right?
“take your time,” all might said, standing up from his chair.
“wait… i’ll do it.” if you played your cards right, you could make enough to…maybe. just maybe.
…
dynamight was picking you up at 7. the bakery closed at 6, giving you one hour to get changed. you’d spent most of the afternoon scrolling through fashion blogs and influencers, trying to figure out what to wear. you took a shower on your lunch brake, begging your hair to cooperate. the mirror in the back was used more than ever, as you tried to get the curls on the left to match the right side of your head and the straight pieces to look like they fit in.
you clomped down the stairs at exactly 7 pm, still adjusting to the heels you hadn’t worn in months. a black car was waiting outside. you locked the door behind you, willing your hands to stop shaking. you opened the passenger door of the car, smiling to the driver inside, “hi, i’m-“
“get in and close the door before someone sees you,” the blonde grunted, not even looking over at you.
you frowned, sliding into the car. the second your door was closed, the car sped off, pushing you back against the seat.
bakugo kept his eyes on the rearview mirror, “you live above the bakery?”
you nodded, “i got the apartment before the job.”
“don’t tell anyone you work or live there. no one needs to know where you work. not the media or the paparazzi.”
you nodded, “okay, sorry.”
bakugo caught your eyes in the mirror, “don’t apologize. you didn’t do shit.”
you nodded, closing your mouth as soon as you opened it.
“i fucking hate small talk,” he grumbled, pulling into a parking lot.
there was a valet. bakugo whispered something in their ear before passing him the keys. you walked close behind him, elbows brushing slightly.
“i’ve never been here,” you whispered, taking in the gorgeous high vaulted ceilings and gold framed paintings on the wall. “it’s gorgeous.”
bakugo said nothing in return, instead waiting for the hostess to get back to him about his reservation.
she smiled at you, “you look lovely. that dress was made for you.”
you beamed, “you’re too kind, thank you.”
“i’m sure mr dynamight agrees,” the woman smiled at the two of you.
your lips twitched. bakugo looked at you for the first time, taking in your black babydoll dress. his eyes caught on your pink ballet flats, black ribbons lacing up your ankles.
“i love your nails,” you smiled at the hostess, trying to diffuse tension created by bakugo’s staring.
“thank you,” she smiled. “i can take you to your seats, now.”
bakugo trailed behind you as you followed the hostess to your seats. the first flash of a camera went off. you smiled to yourself. cha-ching.
"this is wonderful," you smiled at bakugo as you slid into the booth, very aware of the woman at a nearby table pulling out her phone. the hostess left you with menus. you almost keeled over dead at the prices.
bakugo read your face, "this one's on all might, get whatever you want."
a waiter approached you table, smiling widely at bakugo, "good evening, dynamight, sir. can i get you a drink?"
"water," bakugo grunted.
"i'll have the same," you smiled.
"did you pick this resturant?" you asked once the waiter left, still eyeing the gorgeous and outrageous decor.
"all might did," he replied, fidgeting with the cuffs of his suit jacket.
the waiter sat down your waters and took your orders.
"your shirt matches your eyes," you said, glancing at the ruby red dress shirt under his black jacket.
he stayed quiet, eyes flickering over your dress.
“so, tell me about yourself,” you smiled. god. this was so terrible. you remembered why you hadn’t dated in years.
bakugo raised an eyebrow. “google it.”
you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “this is what people talk about on first dates; their favorite colors and movies they rewatch every year and-“
“black and die hard,” bakugo swirled the water in his glass.
“favorite book?” you asked.
“all might’s autobiography.”
“mighty or behind the mask?”
he seemed vaguely impressed with your all might book knowledge. “mighty.”
“i prefer behind the mask.”
“of course you do,” he sighed.
you narrowed your eyes, “what’s that supposed to mean?”
“you’ve read both hoping that mighty would be better than behind because it would be ‘punk rock,’” he even does little air quotes, “but deep down you’re incredibly emotional and you can’t help but favor behind the mask.”
you laughed, “dynamight the book critic. the media would spear you.”
“bakugo.”
“bakugo,” you smiled sheepishly. why did you suddenly feel embarrassed?
click, flash. bakugo’s half smile left his face with the flash of the camera.
just when you were getting somewhere, too. you twirled the fancy straw in your water glass. “i know you hate small talk, but i need to be well versed in dynamight trivia, so tell me more about yourself; the dynamight behind the broody, gloomy exterior.”
…
you smiled wide, showing your teeth, “there’s no way that actually happened.”
“look it up,” bakugo turned the steering wheel, light reflecting off his fancy watch. “my ratings dropped a shit ton.”
“mhm,” you hummed, eyeing his profile in the lowlight of the night. he was pretty; a sharp nose, angled jaw, deep red eyes, skin you wanted to touch.
“whatcha staring at, princess?” he huffed.
you blinked. you hadn’t realized he’d parked in front of the bakery. you ignored his question. “i’ll see you later,” you smiled, already stepping out of the car.
“night.”
you looked at him; furrowed brow, pretty lips, intense eyes. “sweet dreams, bakugo,” you shut the car door, turning for your apartment.
you walked up, unlocked the bakery door and locked them behind you. you took the stairs slow, fingers shaking a bit as you unlocked your apartment. you stepped inside, switching on the lights and peering out the window at the street below.
only then, did bakugo drive off.
…
DYNAMIGHT AND MYSTERY GIRL’S DATE NIGHT
DYNAMIGHT AND ASSUMED GIRLFRIEND SPOTTED SHARING A LAUGH
WHO’S THE LUCKY GIRL, DYNAMIGHT?
you smiled looking at the headlines the next morning. your whole social media feed was filled with the same picture; your hand wrapped around bakugo’s elbow, walking out of the restaurant, your face turned from the camera.
maybe you could request next saturday off. you could do something for yourself, something besides working 8 hours a day, 6 days a week.
you felt a bit guilty. but you weren’t hurting anyone. this was just a silly little game of pretend. that’s it.
…
DYNAMIGHT CONFIRMS GIRLFRIEND RUMORS IN INTERVIEW
you clicked on the video. bakugo all decked out in his hero gear was on screen next to a reporter. he was breathing heavy, black soot smudged on his forehead.
“dynamight,” the reporter said, “you know i have to ask about the girl.” a picture of the two of you popped up on the screen. it was from your last date, bakugo’s hand around your waist, him looking back at the camera with a frown on his face. you could spot the restaurant you ate at in the background. your second “date” was much like your first; both at fancy restaurants all might had picked, both full of awkward silence and you making jokes bakugo didn’t laugh at.
bakugo grunted, “what about her?”
“are the two of you together?” the reporter asked.
bakugo nodded, obviously annoyed with the conversation.
the reporter smiled, “tell us all about her! how’d you meet? how long have the two of you been together? tell us everything.”
you giggled at the fully grown man squealing over a fake relationship. bakugo didn’t share in your amusement. “we’re trying to keep our relationship mostly private. thank you.” he walked off screen, leaving the poor reporter stunned.
you laughed, scrolling down to the next video.
A FULL TIMELINE OF DYNAMIGHT’S ROMANCE
you clicked on the video, already giggling at the cheesiness of it all.
someone grunted.
you looked up, meeting eyes with bakugo. “oh hi. i didn’t realize you were here,” you smiled. “have you seen this?”
he frowned at your phone, “i don’t look at gossip about myself.”
you grumbled in your best dynamight voice, “i only watch critiques of my hero performance because i get off on people talking about how much property i damage.”
bakugo smirked, much to your surprise. “whatever. let’s go.”
you looked at the clock and frowned. “i told you to get here at 6, it’s only 5. we don’t close for another 30 minutes.”
he looked around the room, “there’s no one here.”
“i’m not closing early just for you, mr hotshot hero,” you sassed. “men always expect women to drop everything for them.”
“jesus christ, you sound like you’re from a 2000s feminist romcom.”
you beamed, “that’s the closet thing to a complement i’ve ever gotten from you.”
he grumbled over to a seat, the vintage wooden cafe chair with a metal rod heart for a back looking comically small next to him.
“um no,” you frowned, pointing to a handwritten note on the wall. “seats are for paying customers only.”
“i don’t eat any of this shit,” he grumbled, gesturing to the display case full of baked sweets.
“give me the shiny card and i’ll make you a plate full of semi healthy things,” you sighed.
he caved, handing you his gold mastercard. it was like holding a brick of gold, probably even better.
you filled a plate with fruit tarts and nutty breads and handmade granola barks.
bakugo muttered a thanks under his breath at your sweets treats.
you flitted around the shop for the following 30 minutes, completing your usual closing tasks. you picked up bakugo’s empty plate with a smile.
bakugo grumbled as soon as you locked the doors. “fuckin finally, let’s go.”
you frowned, “i still need to change. you can come upstairs if you want or you can wait down here?”
bakugo sighed. god, what a grump.
you led him up the tiny staircase and into your tiny apartment, leaving him in the kitchen.
you quickly changed out of your work clothes, opting for jeans and a shirt. you had something special picked out for today.
“okay, i’m ready,” you stepped back into the kitchen.
bakugo was inspecting your pots and pans. he held up a tiny pan, “what do you even cook in this?”
you shrugged, “i don’t really cook that often. only for myself, anyways.”
he grunted in disgust.
“you teach me how to cook then,” you said under your breath, walking past him for the door. you headed down to his car, bakugo close behind you.
“where are we going?”
“it a surprise,” you giggled.
he scowled. it was your favorite facial expression he made. even though he was a total ass about it, he followed all of your passenger princess directions, his frown turning into a wicked grin when you directed him into the parking lot.
“surprise!” you smiled. “i got tired of all might’s third wheeling.”
bakugo led the way, immediately pulling out his gold mastercard for the outdoor go karts. he was too distracted by the karts whipping around the course to notice a few people taking pictures.
you trailed behind him, smiling at the boyish joy he was trying hard to cover up. “you can smile, you know?”
he ignored you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the go kart line. people moved out of his way, scared and a bit in awe of dynamight in the flesh. he slid into a parked kart, grinning like a fool.
you got into the one behind him, strapping the harness around you. “wanna race?” you yelled up to bakugo.
“you’re on, princess,” he replied, speeding off.
you laughed, pressing the gas to the floor.
…
“let’s ride the double one,” you said, tugging on bakugo’s sleeve, moving slowly up the line.
“only if i can drive,” he smirked.
you rolled you eyes. “fine.”
“excuse me?”
both of you turned to the small voice. a boy stood behind you in line, holding out a dynamight hero trading card.
“mr. dynamight sir, can you sign my card?” the boy asked.
bakugo frowned, “i’m not working right now, kid.” he shooed the kid away.
the boy looked like he was about burst into tears.
you crouched down to his level, “hey, what’s your name?”
“kai,” the boy stammered, eyes watering.
“hi, kai,” you smiled. “dynamight’s a bit grumpy right now. it’s past his bed time.” you winked. “let me talk to him real quick and i’m sure he’ll sign your card.”
the boy nodded.
you stood up, immediately catching bakugo’s eyes on you. “what is wrong with you?” you hissed, jabbing a finger into his chest. “no wonder your ratings are so low, you’re a total ass. would your all might ever treat a kid like this? sign the goddamn card, katsuki.”
you’d never called him by his first name before. he seemed as surprised as you to hear it come out of your mouth.
you turned back to the kid. “you know how sometimes your grownup has to ask you twice to pick up your toys? dynamight is the same way! why don’t you ask him again?”
“will you please sign my card, dynamight?” the boy asked.
“kai asked if you would sign his card,” you glared at bakugo.
bakugo took the card and marker from the kid, signing his card.
the boy squealed, “thank you! thank you! thank you! this is the best day of my life. thank you, mrs dynamight!” he scampered off, clutching the card to his chest.
you frowned, your face red.
bakugo growled. “kids, they’re fucking crazy.”
…
5:34 am, unknown number : look at this shit
unknown number : this is bakugo
you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, clicking on the link attached. you laughed out loud.
DYNAMIGHT BLASTED BY GF FOR NOT SIGNING CARD
front and center was a blurry picture of you and katsuki in line.
you: i thought you didn’t read gossip about yourself
bakugo: i read it about you
you felt your face heat up. no. he didn’t mean it like that. whatever. you continued to scroll through the article.
‘fans spotted pro hero dynamight at adventure express go kart tracks saturday evening along with his girlfriend…’
you smiled at the obviously fake last name all might had come up with for you.
‘while waiting in line, dynamight refused to sign a hero card of a little boy, witnesses claim. his girlfriend then became upset with the hero, whispering to him aggressively. dynamight signed the card not long after.
‘several other pictures of the couple on saturday were posted, several of them on go karts getting the most attention. however, several twitter users have thoughts about this photo.’
you scrolled down, going through screenshots of tweets.
‘dekulover333: i know she tops’
‘socalistcow: bakugo getting absolutely dog walked by his gf in public is not what i expected to wake up to today but i love it’
‘dynacumslut: stop acting like she’s a girlboss when she literally humiliated him in public.’
the article continued.
‘don’t worry though, the couple seemed to be getting along just fine after the brief argument, witnesses claim. scroll down to see every picture from their date we could get our hands on.’
you couldn’t help but laugh. the pictures were cute, candid moments you were surprised to see. your favorite was you and bakugo in the double go kart, you looking over at him with a big smile on your face while he grinned, speeding around a curve. you saved it.
you: did this bring down your ratings?
bakugo: boosted them. at 67% approval
you: i knew i was a good influence!! i’ll publicly berate u anytime
you giggled, tossing your phone down. you were too tired to tease bakugo.
☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader
☆ wc: 1.4k
☆ warnings/notes: sfw (this chapter; nsfw to come in later chapters). (mention of) cops.
☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 10-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?
'Cause her last relationship was a disaster
Accusations everyday, she didn't know why
All her calls would be ignored, he's on his own time
Should've ended it before it started
All she ever got was broken-hearted
He was cheating on her, trying to flip it
Back on her like a victim
Now she all alone and starting over
Now she got baggage on her shoulder
Losin' Control - Russ
You sat nervously in the gymnasium stands, your fidgeting hands propped on your restless legs. You craned your neck to catch a glimpse of your son as he walked out of the tunnel and onto the mat.
“Hey…” your husband said, a comforting tone in his voice as he rubbed his warm hand along your back. “He’s been training his butt off for this for almost three years. Try to relax a little, okay? He’s gonna be fine.”
You returned his smile with one of your own, though worry still flashed in your eyes. You were grateful he was there. He’d always had a way of anchoring you in times of uncertainty. He nodded towards the center of the gym floor, and you followed his eyes to the mat where Musubi and his opponent bowed to each other.
Achieving his second black belt in judo had been a goal of his since getting his first one two years prior. Winning this competition would be the final step in making that dream come true. The promotion ceremony would be held the following day, which also happened to be Musubi’s 14th birthday. You couldn’t have been prouder of your boy, but getting to this point had been a long row to hoe…
~ THREE YEARS EARLIER ~
Your phone rang. It was your son’s fifth grade teacher calling. Again.
You groaned and propped your forehead on your palm as you answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Hiiiii…” the familiar voice on the other end drawled out with an audible smile. A friendship had formed between the two of you in the three months since school had started, but it was just after 11:00am on a school day so you knew he wasn’t calling to confirm this week’s Margarita Saturday.
“Oh gosh, what did he do this time?” you groaned.
“Well,” Suga started, “after multiple requests to do his work, he stormed out of the classroom yelling that math is stupid-“
“-Oh god-“ You buried your face deeper in your hand.
“-and when I tried to offer a compromise he said, and I quote, ‘go fuck yourself, Mr. Suga!’”
“Shit,” you swore under your breath. “I’m so sorry, Suga.”
You couldn’t see it, but the teacher waved his hand in dismissal. “No need to apologize, y/n, you know that. This isn’t your fault. I know how great of a mom you are…”
“Thank you, Suga. I’ll talk to him. Is there anything I need to sign when he gets home?”
“No, but the Vice Principal does want you and I to have a formal PTC. Can you come 15 minutes before school lets out this afternoon?”
“Of course. I’ll see you then!”
When the call was over, you propped your elbows on your desk and massaged your temples. Subi was going to send you to an early grave. He’d been having behavior issues since first grade, shortly after you split from his father.
Over the past few years, you’ve been to multiple behavior analysts and therapists, as well as tried so many different combinations and cocktails of medications, you couldn’t even keep track of them anymore. Sometimes it felt hopeless. Every step forward felt like two steps back. But you were your son’s biggest advocate. Giving up simply wasn’t an option. You loved Subi more than life itself and would do whatever it took to give him the best possible shot at life, even if it killed you.
When you walked into the classroom, you found it empty save for your grey-haired friend and his bright, warm smile. You considered yourself fortunate that your hellion son had such a laid back, patient teacher with an easy-going sense of humor.
Upon your first meeting with Mr. Sugawara, as you called him back then, you developed a little crush on him. He was quite attractive. Downright cute, even. But as you got to know him better, your interest in him shifted to more of a platonic rather than romantic nature.
“Hey,” Suga said, getting up from his desk, “thanks for coming on such short notice.”
Normally the two of you would share a hug upon greeting, but you respected the fact that he was at work and had to maintain professional boundaries. Or at least give the appearance of such.
You sat and talked about some of the things Suga had been doing to make learning and schoolwork more palatable for Subi, as well as some calm-down strategies that could be used at home and at school to keep things as consistent as possible. Suga suspected that Subi had been feeling a sense of instability in his life ever since your split with his dad. You’d been working hard to give him a solid home life, but there was only so much you could do on your own and Subi’s feelings were nonetheless valid.
When the meeting was over, your friend walked with you to the gymnasium where the car riders were waiting to be picked up so you could collect your boy.
Just as he opened the door for you, Suga said, “We’re still on for margaritas on Saturday, right?”
“You bet your sweet ass we are,” you mumbled from the corner of your mouth.
You and Suga were halfway through your pitcher of margarita when a group of three older ladies stopped next to your table. “I just have to say you two are one of the cutest couples I’ve ever seen,” one of them beamed, her friends smiling and nodding behind her.
You and Suga both had the same reaction:
“Oh! Well, thank you!”
“Thanks, that’s very sweet of you!”
After a couple more pleasantries, the women carried on, leaving you and Suga staring at each other with wide eyes for several seconds before cracking up.
“As often as we’re mistaken for a couple, do you ever think that maybe we should date?” you asked him playfully.
“Do you wanna try kissing and see how it feels?”
You gasped. “Seriously? Here? Now?”
“Sure, why not?” Suga shrugged.
You both leaned in and before your lips touched you said, “Close your eyes or it’ll be weird.”
You could smell the tequila on Suga’s breath when he huffed out a laugh. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
You were both still smiling when your lips touched, but your smiles melted away as they slotted and began to move together. Suga stopped and said, “Should we try it with tongue?”
“What are we? Twelve?” you said, quiet snickers bubbling from both of you. “I think so. Just to make sure.”
The experimental kiss continued, but this time you welcomed Suga’s tongue into your mouth and pushed back against his—warm, soft, and bittersweet with triple sec.
A few seconds later, you pulled away and looked at each other, thinking for a moment before simultaneously scrunching up your noses and laughing. “Nahhhh!” you said in unison before topping up your drinks.
“I just don’t know what I’m gonna do, Suga,” you lamented, propping your chin on your palm, mindlessly swirling your swizzle stick.
“You know my best bro I’ve told you about? The one who’s a cop?” You looked up at Suga as you took a drink through your straw. “I’m sure he’d be happy to talk to Subi-“
With a mouthful of margarita, you shook your head before swallowing. “Absolutely not! I do not want the cops to get involved if I can help it. He’s only 10 for crying out loud!”
Suga put his hands out in front of him. “Relax, I said talk to him, not arrest him. Jeez, lady. Here, have another drink,” he insisted, tipping the pitcher of alcohol over your half-full glass.
Your shoulders relaxed as you chuckled at Suga’s silliness. “You’re a bad influence, you know that? I’m surprised they leave you in a room with twenty plus children all day.”
Suga shrugged. “Yeah, and one of ‘em’s yours!”
“Maybe you’re the one who needs a talking-to from your cop friend!” you said, cackling.
“Please,” Suga rolled his eyes, “been there, done that, got the t-shirt!”
You both broke into a fit of laughter.
It did give Suga an idea though. And the more he thought about it, the more he kicked himself for not having thought of it sooner. Suga’s inner schemer rubbed his wicked hands together and grinned. Let the plotting begin.
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