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yaimlight · 1 year

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A continuation of this.

The second time you meet Katsuki it’s because of work. Yours and his, though it’s not the kind of work he’s used to.

It’s been a couple of months since your first meeting and with the new rankings and increase in villain attacks you had been too busy to really spare the incident with the blonde hero more than a passing thought. It had been all feature length articles and one off spotlight pieces that had kept you away from the top five heroes and focused on the newer and more unique ones stumbling onto the scene. This was supposed to be a break from all that, a little bit of fun so you didn’t go mad with all the serious stuff. You were glad for the chance to get out of your stuffy office but you really wished you had paid more attention when your boss had been rattling off what heroes would be present so you could at least have prepared yourself, not that you were sure that would even have helped.

For all intents and purposes you were crashing a photo shoot with a whole host of heroes from multiple different agencies. It was a charity thing, all of them coming together to make a calendar to raise much needed funds and you were the lucky reporter who had gotten the pleasure of going round and interviewing each and every hero present to find out why they were doing it. It should have been easy and for the most part it was, everyone friendly and welcoming as you made your way from one hero to the next. Well, all bar one that is.

You weren’t expecting to see Dynamite. This wasn’t the kind of thing the pro hero would do, not unless he was under duress and considering the way he was scowling at Red Riot it wouldn’t be that much of a surprise if that was exactly what had happened. It’s a bit embarrassing but as soon as you see him, only half in his hero costume and ranting like a mad man your struck dumb. You completely tune out the assistant escorting you, coming to a stop and just staring wide eyed at the blonde like he was a ghost.

It’s rude, unprofessional as well and you had been in this business long enough to know you shouldn’t get all fangirl on the heroes. They were people too, granted they were very brave and powerful people but still people all the same and treating them as such had gotten you the inside scoop more than once or twice. That being said, this was Dynamite, untouchable and commanding without even really trying and just like the last time you can’t help but fixate on him. It didn’t matter that you still felt embarrassed about how you had acted last time and how idiotic you have been trying to come up with some grand and convoluted explanation on why he had been so nice. You were captivated by him, fascinated even and at this rate it was going to get you in trouble. With him and your boss if you were super unlucky.

You have no idea how many times the assistant had to call your name before you actually heard them, blinking rapidly and turning back to them with a hum. They don’t look impressed, making a dig about you being here for a reason and it wasn’t to ogle the heroes. That had you flushing, both embarrassed and angry because that wasn’t what you had been doing. Yes he was attractive and yeah you had definitely made eyes at him once or twice in the past but this wasn’t that. You were just surprised to see him, that was all. It is a bit of a reality check though, reminding you why you were here in the first place. So you make a conscious effort to pay attention, keeping your back to the blonde to avoid the temptation to stare a hole through his head.

Work is the perfect distraction and soon enough you find yourself getting sucked in and actually doing your job. There’s twelve heroes, all male and all in various stages of undress. The room you're in is acting as a dressing room, dozens of staff rushing around as they try and get the heroes ready before the illusive photographer summoned them to whatever corner of the large estate they were going to be photographed in. It’s chaotic and you have to quickly duck and weave around haggard looking makeup artists and wardrobe assistants as you make your way from one hero to another. The assistant who had been acting as your chaperone had ditched you a while ago to go deal with some emergency or another, giving you a firm instruction to stay put. And you had, at least to start with.

You start with the ones you had interviewed before, getting the easy ones over and done with, so to speak. Suneater had been the first hero you had approached, the quiet and shy man stammering and fumbling through every answer and desperately trying not to look at you. It was cute and you had told him as much when he apologised like he always does, waving and winking at him as you moved onto the next hero. Next was Mind Jack, the perpetually tired mind controller seemingly falling asleep halfway through your conversation. That doesn’t bother you like it probably would other journalists and a quick flick of his ear had the man jerking back awake quickly enough, apologising for always dozing off on you and swearing it’s not your fault.

From there it was onto Grand, though you didn’t spend long with him before moving onto Gale Force. The vibrating hero creeped you out and though GaleFore could be loud you preferred his booming voice to the other heroes' false kindness and friendly demeanour. Chargebolt was as excitable as ever, barely able to stay still as he recounted you with one of his many stores but you had interviewed him enough by now to know when to duck to avoid a flailing arm. On and on it went, you moving from one hero to the next and asking the same questions again and again. It was monotonous, the whole thing only keeping your interest because of the actual heroes you were talking to. Their personalities more than made up for the repetitiveness.

From then you moved onto the ones you hadn’t interviewed before. Real Steel and Vantablack were next on your agenda, the latter seeming bored with the whole affair whilst the former appeared to be having a great time. Deku was a little sweetheart, polite and smiling as he rambled about the charity they were all there to raise money for and Icy Hot was frustrating with his simple and monotone answers, though that was somehow strangely endearing.

It had taken you just over an hour to get through the nine heroes, your notepad over half full and bursting with stories and notes that probably wouldn’t make it into the finished article. You had three left to go and two of them were directly in your path though you weren’t sure you wanted to go over there just yet.

Dynamite was scowling angrily at Red Riot as he batted off the rather insistent makeup artist who seemed determined to give him panda eyes if the size of the eyeliner pen was anything to go by. You had done a good job of avoiding him so far, having purposely kept your back to him as you moved around the room. Thankfully it had been so loud in there that you hadn’t been able to hear him either so you had done a pretty good job of pretending he wasn’t even there. That wasn’t an option any more though and with a heavy sigh you had made your way towards the two heroes, already giving yourself a pep talk in hopes you wouldn’t embarrass yourself again.

The anticipation and nerves you felt at approaching him were honestly quite ridiculous. He probably wouldn’t even remember you and even if he did it would only be as the idiot who had almost gotten mugged because you hadn’t been paying any attention to your surroundings. Much like you weren’t doing now. Having a crush on a pro hero wasn’t something new, everyone had their favourites who they made heart eyes at and gushed over and though Dynamite was your favourite, your celebrity crush, you had always done a good job of keeping that to yourself. He was unattainable, out of your league and completely and utterly married to his job. You knew without a doubt that he would be an unattainable fantasy for as long as he remained in the spotlight but then you had gone and met him and everything had gone up in flames.

Ahead of you Red Riot nudged Dynamite in the side, gesturing your way and whispering something that had the blonde's head snapping in your direction, those deep red eyes focusing in on you instantly. You hadn’t noticed last time how intense they were, the dim light on the street lights not doing him justice. Now though in the bright light of day you could make out how sharp his cheekbones were, the black of his eye makeup and mask making his eyes seem more vibrant and hypnotic. You felt like prey, frozen under the predator's sharp and cunning gaze, knowing you were caught and waiting for it to strike. You didn’t think you would care that much if he did.

You hadn’t even noticed you had come to a complete stop, the two of you staring at one another and completely oblivious to the rest of the world around you. That was until someone slammed into sending you stumbling forward as they breezed past, yelling at you for being in the way. You hadn’t been able to right yourself, losing your footing and hurting towards the floor. In front of you Dynamite seemed to snap out of his weird stupor, pushing people out his way as he marched towards you.

He didn’t make it, two strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you back onto your feet before he could even make it half way towards you. You only just caught a glimpse of Dynamiter, hands balled into fists at his side, his jaw checked and red eyes dark with anger. Before you could even begin to wonder what was wrong you were being spun round and looking up at golden eyes and a charming smile.

You had met Hawks before, having had the pleasure of interviewing him a couple of times before and on one memorable occasion having helped sneak him out of a rather boring and tedious press conference. Because of this you had a familiarity with him that allowed for you to be a little more relaxed around the man, a feeling he seemed to share because no sooner were you facing him was the number two hero throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you in close to his side whilst loudly asking where his postcard was after your little trip. That seemed to get people attention, heroes and staff alike turning their attention towards the two of you and murmuring under their breath. Used to his antics by now though you just rolled your eyes and told him it’s in the post.

That gets you a laugh and the tension in the room eases a little, everyone going back to what they were doing beforehand. You can feel it though, someone’s eyes boring into the back of your head and you desperately want to turn round and see if it’s Dynamite but you don’t get the chance, Hawks nudging you forward and keeping you pinned to his side as he heads towards the room's exit. You don’t really know what you would have done if you had been able to look back, no clue what it would have meant if you had found those red eyes still staring at you.

It’s easy to talk to Hawks, more like a catch up with an old friend than an interview. You talk about his ranking, about the charity and why he wanted to take part but you also talk about his cat, his latest attempt at making Tonkatsu and the latest trashy reality show that everyone was watching. It distracts you and you barely even notice how much time has passed as you follow him around the large house to the room he’s in for his shoot. You stay for the first ten minutes or so, watching him go from one pose to the next and trying not to laugh when he rolls his eyes and pulls faces when he’s asked to steadily ditch items of clothing. You fail miserably and eventually the photographer dismisses you with an insistent snapping of their fingers and a shooing motion. You take the hint, waving goodbye to Hawks as you go. It isn’t until you're out in the corridor with the door firmly shut behind you that you realise you have no clue where in the big house you are or even how to get back to the heroes dressing room.

Instead of going back in and risking getting a camera thrown at you, you instead began to aimlessly roam the hallways, not in any rush to get back and finish off your assignment. Part of it is that you're enjoying yourself, the calm and friendly atmosphere helping with that. A bigger part of it though was that you knew what was waiting for you once you got back to where you were supposed to be and honestly you didn’t know if you would be able to handle talking to Dynamite, even if you were only asking simple and predictable questions. You weren’t scared of him, you were just unsure of what the hell was even happening and you hated how unpredictable that made things.

As you passed by a seemingly empty room a dull thud and shuffling had you stoping, eyes narrowing as you looked in through the open doorway. The worst thing about being a journalist was that you were curious by nature and a seemingly empty room with strange noises coming from within was a curiosity you were willing to indulge. It was most likely something stupid like a bird or rate but you still stepped into the room, flicking the light on as you went to make it easier to see within the darkened room. It was neither of those things that you found hiding amongst the darkness.

As soon as the light came on Dynamite snapped his head round, brows already furrowed in a scowl and red eyes full of anger. You froze, one hand curled around the handle and the other still outstretched towards the light switch. You're just kind of stuck there, staring at each other and neither of you making even the slightest attempt to say something.

It felt as awkward as that night in the alleyway except this was ten times worse somehow. Was it the fact you had admitted to liking him, something you hadn’t done since high school or maybe it was the fact you had acted like an incapable idiot in front of the hero? Whatever it was they were your excuses not his so why was he acting just as weird as you if not more so considering he hadn’t started yelling at you yet whilst letting off tiny threatening explosions?

Now that the thought had entered your mind you couldn’t shake it. You could blame your idiocies on being start struck, an embarrassing thing for you to admit considering you were around heroes all the time but still a reasonable explanation for being struck dumb. Him though, not so much. You were a nobody, just a random extra as he would say and yet here he was looking at you like he was as shocked to see you as you were him. Which, ok, yeah, to start with you could understand that. He didn’t know who you were and to suddenly see you here must have been a little weird but that had been a couple of hours ago now so it wasn’t like he didn’t know you were wandering around. It was weird and the more you thought about it the more you wanted to find out what was going on.

You don’t get the chance to ask him, the blonde seeming to snap out of his sudden stupor as suddenly as it had set in. He’s a scowling, huffing mess, stalking towards you with a quick few strides whilst demanding to know why you were there. You were a little taken aback by the suddenness of it but you had dealt with agitated heroes before. This was familiar, easy even and it gave you a confidence that you probably wouldn’t have had if he had stayed silent.

Your all easy smiles and calm words, admitting you had gotten a little lost after getting kicked out of Hawks shoot. That got you a huff and a scowl, the blondes eyes darkening with anger at the mention of the other man’s name. You don’t press the matter regardless of how interested you are in that reaction. You don’t do gossip, it’s not in your wheelhouse and whatever has Dynamite angry at the number two hero you don’t want to make it worse by drawing attention to it. Instead you're quick to ask why he’s hiding. That gets the reaction you thought it would, the blonde angrily declaring that he’s not hiding, that he doesn’t hide from anything. You could have sworn he blushed when you said you knew that, that he was reliable and fearless and that was why people liked him so much.

It was a bit telling, how complementary you’re being with him but it was the truth. He may have a rather prickly personality but he alway achieved whatever he set out to accomplish, alway standing tall in the face of adversity even if he was hurt and bleeding. It’s one of the reasons you liked him so much, that and his determination, intelligence and loyalty to those closest to him, as well as his more obvious assets. He really did have some amazing arms that you wouldn’t mind feeling wrapped around you but that really wasn’t the sort of thing you should be thinking about right now, not when you were supposed to be working anyway.

Before he can say anything that would have you blushing and trying to hide like Suneater you start talking, asking him why he was even there and pointing out that it wasn’t something you thought he would ever do. He takes the bait and from then on it’s surprisingly easy to talk to him, the hero answering your questions seemingly honestly even if he was being sarcastic and a little rude. For all intents and purposes you conduct the interview you were meant to though never have you been slowly circling a room whilst the person you're interviewing does the same opposite you, the two of you curling one another like you were getting ready to fight.

It’s strangely easy to talk to him, to get sidetracked by things that he probably shouldn’t be talking to someone like you about. Like his dislike of journalists and the media in general. He calls a few of your colleagues out, huffing and puffing about how insistent and intrusive they can be. You think for a moment that he might be including you in that, after all you had disterbed his solitude as soon as you had walked through the door but he doesn’t ask you to leave, doesn’t call you out for it so you carry on, a weird fluttering in your chest that you're not really sure what to make of. He outright laughs at you when you tell him it doesn’t hurt to have a friend in your line of work, the sound loud and booming just like his quirk. It makes you feel warm, a wide smile spreading across your cheeks and making them hurt. You let out your own low chuckle when he claims he doesn’t do friends, a statement that you're quick to rebuff with a promise to let Red Riot know when you see him next.

You're not sure how long you stay in that room, circling one another and talking about everything from his ranking to society's expectations of heroes but eventually it comes to an end and you're left feeling disappointed that it couldn’t have gone on just that little bit longer. It’s Deku that comes looking for him, his head popping around the door with wide eyes and a blush on his cheeks. He apologises of all things, for getting in the way but Dynamite is needed for his shoot and the photographer is getting annoyed with having to wait.

The easy relaxed feeling disappears quickly, Dynamite's face hardening back into his usual cowl as he rolls his shoulders back and stands up straighter. He’s gone within seconds, striding across the room and barely looking back at you, though he does yell back at you to stay out of trouble. When you tell him it was nice to meet him the hero does actually stop, one hand curled around the door frame and head turned to the side slightly so he could see you out of the corner of his eye. There’s a long few seconds of nothing before he grunts out an indifferent whatever and carries on his way, disappearing down the corridor with Deku in tow.

The room was horribly silent and still afterwards, almost like everything had dulled now Dynamite was gone. An impossible thing but whilst he had been with you everything had seemed so much brighter and sharper but then all your attention had been focused on him and now he was gone the rest of the world had come back into focus, reminding you that though you had been enjoying yourself you were still here to do a job, you both were and making moon eyes at the pro heroes wasn’t what you were being paid for.

Sighing you made your own way out of the room, quickly finding your way back down to the hustle and bustle of the main area. You found the assistant who was supposed to have been watching you with little to no effort, cutting off their rant about wandering off before they could get too far into it. You said your thanks and your goodbyes in the same sentence, insisting you had everything you needed when they had looked at you a little funny. They didn’t stop you though when you left, no one did, both heroes and staff were too busy to notice you silently weaving your way through the crowded hallway and out the front door.

The walk back to the station is short and yet your mind races like a bullet train without breaks. You can’t get Dynamite out of your head and how easily he had opened up to you despite being notorious for being uncooperative with the press. Was this just another way for him to get the public to see him in a positive light? Normally he wouldn’t give journalists the light of day but with you he had taken the time to give you actual structured answers instead of the clipped one word answers that frustrated people so much. His relationship with the media was one of the biggest issues with his image. If he improved that, let it be known that he was actually playing nice with the press instead of threatening to blow them up then he would be one step closer to becoming one of the top ranked heroes.

Though Dynamite was currently ranked third Deku was close behind him and early opinion polls showed that the greenett was likely to overtake him and push the blonde down a rank or two at the next ceremony and a lot of that was down to how the public perceived them. There was no arguing with the fact that Deku was an amazing hero, always willing to go the extra mile and put his life on the line but it wasn’t just that that was boosting his numbers. The public absolutely adored him, with his cute looks and sweet personality, not to mention how polite he was along with the fact that he always had time for his fans and the general public. Dynamite wasn’t as welcoming as the other hero, often refusing to stop for photos and autographs and completely ignoring people when they asked him a question, something that had gotten him in trouble more than once.

That excited and bubbly feeling you had felt almost the entire time you had been talking to the hero was gone now, instead replaced with disappointment and resignation. This was just like last time all over again, your emotions getting the better of you whilst your mind sped ahead before logic could set in. Well you were thinking logically now and you really didn’t like what you were seeing. To him you were just a pawn, a means to an end and the sooner you realised that the better off you would be. You weren’t in high school any more, all crushes got you these days were bruised egos and a broken heart, two things you could very well live without.

It’s not till you're halfway home that your Dynamite obsessed brain finally takes a breather and you realise you never actually spoke to Red Riot. Groaning you sink back into your chair and make a mental note to call his office the next day and arrange a brief telephone interview. This had to stop, Dynamite was just another story waiting to be written and if you were going to be the one to do it you needed to get passed whatever idiotic and childish feelings you had and start acting like the serious journalist you were.

Easy.

If only you could forget those too intense eyes and that deep rumbling laugh then you would be fine. Maybe you should ask for a transfer to Osaka. That would probably be easier.

You really were an idiot.

Part 3 ->

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imagination-mess · 8 months

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I am brainstorming, but I can't pick a name for Eijirou's kid name.

I may or may not be bringing this post to live in a series.

Concept: The number eight Pro Hero, Red Riot loses his life at the age of 25 - leaving his son alone. Bakugou has to fight in court for full custody because of the deadbeat of a mother who 'wants' to be a mother now 6 years later.

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anime-rambles · 2 years

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"As it should have been" Snippet

Pairing: Alpha!Bakugou x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Angst, hurt, forced submission, pregnancy, rpe,

Word Count: Snippet - No idea how long this will be.

A/N: Thank you all so much for the support and love for my work, little snippet here of something i've bee working on, My drafts are overflowing currently with all the fix's i've been writing, to stay up to date with everything or want to be tagged, I have a new taglist form follow the link below and it will bring you too it. Much love as always, Tiff <3

Summary: Still Pending

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“Don't make me put you in your place omega.” Bakugou got off the floor, and stalked towards you, releasing his pheromones into the air an attempt to break you into submission.

“How dare you use your pheromones against me” You scream, throwing yourself at him, clawing at him.

“I MAY BE AN OMEGA, BUT I’LL STILL KICK YOUR ASS” You added, Bakugou and you fought without quirks until you could feel yourself being dragged from him by a blur of red. You didn’t even have to look at the person to know who it was.

“Kirishima let me go, LET ME GO” You shout, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms.

“Calm down y/n, please this isn't the time or place for this.” He places you away from Bakugou and makes you look in his eyes. You nod and look around him, seeing all of your friends from UA, standing around.

“What's going on y/n, please tell us.” Mina says as she takes a step forward. You look at Bakugou and see Midoriya trying to calm him down.

“Well, it's a funny story actually, here i was just enjoying my day when a villain attacked the street, a lovely hero flew overhead attacking this villains and ignore the space they were in, now this hero had an explosion quirk and next thing you know the building I was under exploded and I had to activate my quirk, saving the civilians.” you say calmly and gesture to the area you came from. All heads turned to look, your quirk of air manipulation - force fields were currently holding massive boulders of concrete in the air and other heroes were pulling civilians from the broken building.

“Holy shit y/n, are you still holding that up? Always knew you were a badass” Denki asks looking at you, asking for a highfive.

“Yes Denki, I am, I had to train my hardest to keep up with you all this time” you smile at him, giving him a highfive.

“Too bad, you were good enough to stick around, tck” Bakugou says under his breath.

“Kacchen, that is so uncalled for.” Midoriya says, hitting him in the arm.

“You wanna say that louder” You take a step away from Kirishima and try to square up to Bakugou.

“Mom, can I come out of the bubble now?” a little voice could be heard. You instantly switch to parent mode and turn to look at your son.

“Of course, buddy I was just making sure it was safe, hence why I'm talking to these lovely heroes” you flick your hand and the protective bubble around your son disappears and he runs towards you. You pick him up, throw him in the air and catch him, causing him to giggle.

“Hold on a minute, there's a little y/n, walking around and I didn’t know” Kirishima asks grinning at the child in your arms.

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sincerelybubbles · 10 months

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"oh i could never date bakugo because he's too mean"

to you? mean? oh, darling, no.

the second bakugo confirms that you're his and his only, it's a one way ticket to being spoiled beyond anything you could imagine. his fight to be the best hero translates line for line into your relationship.

it's "whatever you want" mumbled after every question, it's "the fuck you think you're doing?" when you try to lift a finger toward your wallet, and it's "you drive me insane" with a scowl and smiling eyes, tugging you closer by the hip to soften his words.

trust me, you can't even go a day without him showing up in your relationship in some way. he's working late at his agency, swamped with paperwork? you're greeted in the morning with what seems to be the entire stock of the local flower shop down the street. he's sent away for a week on a mission? when your phone isn't buzzing with texts updating you (nothing too flowery, but it's enough to remind you he's thinking of you), you're eating food he's meal prepped for you or had delivered to your door. it's sunday? he's shoving your drink of choice under your nose and insisting that you spend at least an hour longer in bed.

if you're also a hero, on the streets fighting alongside him, he respects you above any other hero. if you're at home, in college or working in some other career, he's bragging to his sidekicks about how "fucking cool" whatever you're working on currently is.

and then there's the way he would never leave you with any doubts. does he suck at communicating his feelings directly? yes. without hesitation, yes. but he's there and he's blushing and spitting out assurances of his care for you until you're able to soften his jaw with time, he's never shying away from touching you to make up for where his words lack, he's playing your favorite songs in the car without having to be asked and he's always jumping at any opportunity to make your life easier.

(it helps, of course, that you spoil him tenfold by being there for him, holding his hand when nightmares prevent any further touches in the middle of the night and smiling so sweetly at him when he walks through the door to see you. i mean, how could he not adore the only person who sticks around and peeks past the vulgarity of who he is to see the good he fights so hard to maintain? something about you makes him feel human, worth emotion, worth love. he's willing to do whatever it takes to be "the fucking best at this boyfriend shit")

#bubbs.writes #Katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #fluff #x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #pro hero dynamight x reader

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shonen-brainrot · 4 months

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Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who woke up in the hospital after a tough battle, only to realize he had lost his hearing. Fueled by overwhelming anger, he went on a rampage, demolishing his hospital room. The doctors had to step in, applying calming drugs to try and bring down his intense emotions.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who, upon being discharged, adamantly declined any assistance offered to him by you at home.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who fell silent and staunchly refused to communicate with you or others in any way.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who struggled immensely to come to terms with the significant change in his life, frequently shedding tears during the silent depths of the night while you slept.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who quickly learned sign language with remarkable speed

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who found warmth in his heart upon discovering you had learned sign language to communicate with him. He deeply appreciated this gesture.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who realized that despite losing his ability to hear you and the world around him, he continued to fall more and more in love with you and all the little things.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who regrets the most that he won't hear your child calling him "daddy" ever again.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who melted on the spot when your child ran to him one day, climbed onto his lap, and signed, "I love you, dad." Before he could control himself, a few tears rolled down his cheek — the first tears in his life he wasn't ashamed of.

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love-fictional-ppl · 1 month

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Pro-hero!Bakugou who loves to come up behind you while you’re cooking and slap your ass. He’s such an ass guy.

Pro-hero!Bakugou who has photos of you all over his office in his agency.

Pro-hero!Bakugou who loves the massages you give him after he gets into a rough fight with some villain.

Pro-hero!Bakugou who no matter how tired he is will take you out on a date every Saturday. He always plans the date out ahead of time too.

Pro-hero!Bakugou who curses like a sailor towards anyone else, but watches his mouth for his housewife.

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serotonins-stuff · 1 year

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3am pregggy cravings

~BNHA

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♡︎ Bnha boys

♡︎ f!reader

♡︎ Sypnosis: You suddenly get strong pregnancy cravings in the early hours of the morning

♡︎ Includes : Bakugo, Izuku, Todoroki , Aizawa, Hawks

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(characters are aged up)

Bakugo

He shuffled in his sleep, while low grumbles and sniffles echoed from downstairs.

He guessed he was having a dream till the cries sounded way too real and familiar. He patted the space next to him, expecting to feel your warmth but it was empty.

He jumped up from his sleeping position in the warm blankets, shirtless and disheveled as he scrambled out of the bedroom in a panic. Concerns flooded his head but he had no time to stand and think.

Were you ok?

Why the hell are you crying?

He strumbled on various things in the dark, causing him to curse lowly but he moved on.

"Y/n!?" He half yelled, still hearing your sobs echoing through the house. The sound guided him to the kitchen downstairs, so he made sure to be cautious moving toward it.

He clutched a broom nearby, in case something bad was happening so he could prepare. Hell- he didn't even know why you were crying in the first place.

The kitchen was pitch black, although the pantry next to it was beaming with light. The alarm didn't go off which means you were safe.

He strolled into the pantry quietly and the sobs grew louder. He was temporarily blinded by the bright light but blinked repeatedly so his eyes could adjust.

And there you were, sitting cross legged on the floor while holding onto your big tummy.

"Shit-Whats wrong?" he rasped and squatted in front of you, holding onto your shoulders and looking over your features just to make sure nothing bad had happened to you.

"You hurt?" he asked and you shook your head no. "Is the baby ok?"

"Yeah" you cried. "The baby's fine"

Your face was tear-stained and your eyes a little puffy. The baby seemed fine, and you also seemed fine physically so what was the problem?

He positioned himself to sit behind you and placed his hands on your stomach from behind, rubbing it soothingly in hopes to calm you down. "Shhh," he cooed onto your nape softly.

Whatever he was doing seemed to work because, you had calmed down.

"This is gonna sound so stupid but-" you began talking "We don't have any of the food I'm craving!" You wailed in his arms.

Your husband's eyes widened at your mini rampage. He honestly didn't know where to start. "Listen I'll go get you some right now ok?"

He understood that your hormones were all over the place at the moment, so you couldn't control your emotions.

"I don't know why I'm crying so much over ice cream" you sobbed quietly "M'sorry Kat"

"Oi don't apologize for that alright?" He consoled you, still drawing soft circles on your enlarged stomach. "You've got our kid in there, and your hormones are all over the place right now"

He helped you up and guided you to the couch, wrapping a blanket around you and switching on the tv while he walked over to the door. " Call me if you need more stuff." he glimpsed back at you while searching for his cap.

He wouldn't want to be recognized by fans this late at night. Luckily there was a 24 hour convince store nearby your home, so he'd be back before you knew it.

He completed his look with a black face mask, not bothering to change out of his oversized tee and sweatpants.

"I'll be back" he stated, but before he left he made sure to glance at you once more to make sure you were ok but your eyes were glued to the tv screen.

He scoffed a smile as he closed the door and locked it. You had the spare key so it wasn't a problem. Off he was to the covience store.

He didn't take long, only about 15 minutes when the sound of his shoes and the opening of the door could be heard.

He headed over to you first thing and pulled out the food you've been craving the whole night.

"Thank you!" You beamed widely as you accepted it, already eager to open it. Katsuki exhaled a chuckle at your cuteness, flopping himself next to you on the couch and pulling out a tub of ice cream.

He brought another spoon for you in case you would want to taste some. You snickered at dramatic shows on the tv enjoying each others company.

Eventually Katsuki could feel the weight of your head on his shoulder. He peeked to the side to find you snoozing peacefully, some ice cream smeared across your lips and soft snores pouring from your nose.

He sneered back the grin that wanted to appear on his face, giving your stomach one last rub before getting you cleaned up and heading to bed.

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Izuku

"If I can just figure this out" Izuku mumbled from where he sat on the bedroom floor, holding his chin while he stared at the various papers scattered across the carpet.

He knew that you were fast asleep on the bed. You needed the rest as your belly grew each day, nourishing the little bean inside of you.

A shuffle from the bed made him freeze slightly. He didn't want to make any fast movements that would wake you up.

Once you had stopped moving he continued, but as soon as he turned his head away you called out to him.

"Izuku?" You rubbed your eyes "You still up?"

"Um-yeah I just had some work I had to finish" He rubbed the back of his head. feeling a bit guilty if he were the reason you woke up.

"Did I wake you?" He stood up and walked over to your side, leaning down behind you to rub your back.

"No you didn't do anything I just-" you sighed, not wanting to sound silly by telling him that you were craving something at such an early hour.

"Is it the baby?" he asked with slight panic, pulling the blanket down so he could come eye to eye with your stomach.

"Well yes and no"

He raised a brow in confusion.

"This is going to sound stupid but I'm craving some food " you looked at him apologetically.

"Hey" he held your hands and you turned around so your body could face him.

"Nothing you say is stupid" he smiled At you softly. "It's completely normal to feel what you're feeling and I don't blame you because you've got a whole life growing in there" his hands made their way to your stomach.

You smiled at how reassuring he was. This is exactly why you fell in love with him in the first place, he was able to make your troubles vanish just by flashing a smile.

"I'm going to drop some paperwork off at the agency anyway, so I'll get you some by the store alright?"

You nodded.

"Alright then, I'll be back soon" he placed a kiss to your cheek. "Do you need anything else?"

"I need you to eat it with me when you get back". You glanced at his tired features, he was working hard to make his agency successful but it was taking a toll on him.

He's more stressed than usual, and you only see him for a few hours a day because of his messed up sleep schedule. He promised that it would only be for this week, but it's only been 3 days yet you've been missing him like crazy.

He misses you too. He calls you everyday from work and sends a caretaker to look after you and the growing baby in your tummy while he's not around.

"Okay I promise"

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Shoto

He could feel you shuffling uncomfortably beside him. He was half asleep but woke up to check if you were ok.

"Love are you alright?" he rasped sleepily, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your belly. His hot breath tickling your neck as he spoke

"Yes I'm fine Shoto" you stretched your legs.

"Are you craving something?" He asked and you looked at him in bewilderment.

"H-how did you know that?"

"You were staring at pictures at it all day, so I figured you'd crave it at some point" he rubbed his eyes and yawned "You also mumbled it while you were sleeping"

You squealed in embarrassment, covering your face with the blankets. Could you have spoken about food while you were sleeping? You could barely even remember what you were dreaming about.

This only made Shoto laugh lightly, you had such a cute reaction and he just couldn't help it.

"I can order us some right now if you'd like?" You heard him shuffle towards the nightstand, and the light from his phone blinded you temporarily.

"What store is open at a time like this Shoto?"

"There's a twenty-four-hour convenient store nearby that delivers," he said nonchalantly, tapping away at his phone "Looks like they have more than enough"

He proceeded to buy so much of the item that it was out of stock. You scolded him for that but he didn't have much of a reaction

Eventually the items you were craving arrived and you sat onthe bed together, devouring them.

"You are so amazing" you groaned in delight, taking another delicious bite.

"Anything for you," he said with a half-full mouth, also enjoying the delicacy.

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Aizawa

"Shota" you whined, shaking the sleeping man next to you.

"Hm?" he answered almost immediately, meaning that he was probably awake for the whole time this early hour. You knew his insomnia bothered him, but he refused to take pills or anything like that because of the side effects they gave him the next day.

"Trouble sleeping?" He inquired cuddling up to you.

"Yeah I'm having really strong cravings right now" you sighed into his chest. "Insomnia keeping you up again?"

He hummed an agreement at your question, It was a bit difficult to cuddle with the little human between the two of you, but you were excited that soon you could meet your cute little chunk. Who hopefully won't cry throughout the night and keep you awake. You heard a conspiracy theory once that children could inherit that from their parents.

"Did you cry a lot as a baby?" You asked suddenly, playing with his hands that lay on your stomach.

"Never let my parents sleep a wink" he huffed, recalling the stories his mom would tell him. "My mom often called me the pub crawler"

You snickered loudly at that name "Pub crawler....seriously?"

You went silent and he knew you were up to no good "Don't even think about calling me that" he cut your thoughts off.

"You're no fun Shota"

"How would I take you seriously if you called me a pub crawler?" He deadpanned.

"I think it suits you considering you're up at this hour"

"Then I'm calling you a incubator"

Now it was your turn to deadpan. "On second thought I think Shota suits you better"

Shuffles could be heard from him when he slowly arose from your intertwined position on the bed. You pouted your lips at the sudden emptiness next to you.

"Maybe I could get some sleep if I get some fresh air outside" he rasped slowly, stretching as he put on his shoes "I'll go get your cravings from the store nearby"

"Let me go with you" you also sat up from your position but he halted you, placing the blankets nice and snug around your body while a chuckle of amusement left his lips.

"I appreciate the enthusiasm, but you need to rest"

"Party pooper as always" you rolled your eyes.

"I won't be long" he stepped out of the room, stopping in the middle of the doorway to wait for your reply.

"I'll see you then pub crawler" you smirked sheepishly before he breathed a chuckle and swiftly closed the door.

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Hawks

He had never panicked so much in his life.

He didn't even have time to think when he jumped out of bed shirtless with pajama shorts. Your soft sobs echoing in the living room downstairs. Luckily his feathers sensed your discomfort and that's what woke him up.

He jumped down the staircase gracefully, his wings making it possible for him to land softly.

His eyes caught your figure, sitting on the couch while the tv playing in the background. He walked up to you slowly, calling your name to not scare you by suddenly appearing.

"Keigo?" You sniffled and the couch dipped slightly next to you from his sudden weight. He hooked his arm under your legs from where he sat beside you, his other arm gently making its way to your back. You couldn't feel a thing when he lifted you into his arms. Cradling you on the couch as he also tried to figure out what was going on.

He smiled softly, sensing that it was just your hormones making you feel this way. "Is nugget keeping you awake?"

You nodded your head pointing to the tv. At first, he didn't understand what you were implying till he saw delicious food being made and eaten on the screen.

"Ah I have just the trick" he yanked out his phone, typing for a while before placing it down. "It should be here in about 20 minutes Peach"

He was expecting to see you smile and thank him for being the greatest lifesaver ever but was surprised to see tears still spilling out of your eyes as you looked away.

"C'mon talk to me" he clasped your chin so you could look at him.

The truth was that you felt bad for waking him up at such an early hour just for some food. You know very well that he has work tomorrow and he has to be up early.

"Keigo, I feel bad" you whimpered. For some reason, having a baby was making you cry at every single inconvenience. "I know you must be really tired from work and I'm over here ruining your sleep schedule for cravings"

"You have nothing to be worried about, you're waaayyy more important than work," he said making sure to exaggerate the way. "And if anything you're doing me a favor, I haven't been getting much food in because of everything that's been happening lately, so thank you"

He made sure to order some for himself so you could enjoy it together. Spending time with you and nugget makes him feel unstoppable.

"Being with you and nugget gives me extra strength to face the next day." He pecked you on the lips.

"I also think that your cravings might have affected me 'cause now I'm hungry" he deadpanned and giggled slightly.

He would do anything if it were to see that sweet smile all the time.

#anime and manga #my hero headcanons #mha x reader #bnha deku #izuku midoria x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #pro hero hawks #hawks x reader #aizawa x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #mha oneshot #oneshot #my hero acedamia #plus ultra #fypage #mha fluff

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blondieeu · 4 months

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sleepy. bakugou k.

bakugou! who’s a terribly light sleeper, so that means you can’t even get out of the bed for a water without him getting up too.

“what’s wrong?”

“did ya hear something??”

bakugou! who can’t fall asleep without you being in bed with him, so if you happen to be watching tv in the living room he’d sit with you and complain about it until you finally got up to bed with him.

“it’s getting late.”

he’d roll his eyes and slump deeper into the couch, tired eyes watching you and the tv.

“when the hell is this episode over?!”

“you can go to bed first katsuki, be there inna minute”

he sighed,

“i guess ill stay if it’s only a minute.”

or if you just cannot make it to your shared bed, if he’s out on business or you’re on a girls trip he’d call you when he’s about to go to sleep just to be on the phone with you since it’s the closest thing to actually being with you.

bakugou! who for some reason physically can’t leave your presence without kissing you goodbye.

bakugou! who holds your hand during whatever position during sex.

bakugou! who can fall asleep almost anywhere as long as he’s with you.

just a couple bakugou hcs for ya🤗

blondieeu xx

#blondieeu #smut #bnha smut #bnha #mha #mha bakugou #bakugou smut #pro hero bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakusquad #pro hero katsuki #katsuki smut #bnha bakugo katsuki #izuku smut #todoroki smut #dabi todoroki

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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 2 years

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Everyone kinda laughs when they see you and Bakugou together.

Not because you don’t look good together, but because they’ve never seen him like that.

He’s full of soft kisses, an arm protectively around your waist or shoulders when you stand and talk, or firmly holding your own when you walk along side him.

He’s always holding doors open for you, always pressing a coffee into your hand if he’s passing you at his agency between meetings, letting his fingers brush over yours.

At evening events, paparazzi has had an easy time catching the two of you in quiet moments, his lips pressed to your collarbone, mouthing sweet words into your skin. The headlines are always stupid and suggestive, and Bakugou snorts whenever he sees them, mutters about how they’d explode if they knew what you two did in private.

His friends give him a hard time about how whipped he is, laughing over a drink about how they never thought they’d see him buying flowers for anything but a funeral. How all they had to do to get him to smile more was get him a girlfriend. They’ve never seen Bakugou yield to a single soul and there he is, worshipping the ground you walk on.

They don’t realize that up until he met you, Bakugou had been convinced he just wasn’t meant to be in love.

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pinkpastelcalesti · 4 months

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LANDSCAPING LOVE || Bakugou Katsuki x Reader || Chapter I.

SUMMARY -> Tired of bouncing back and forth between the U.S. and Japan after graduating college, you’ve finally secured the career of your dreams: You’re Japan’s first heroics cartographer, a title bestowed upon you due to your quirk and specialty, that creates geographic maps for hero agencies across the country. While your work is highly respected and sought after, you’re known for a more niche reason among your coworkers at the Dynamight Agency: the food you make is fucking amazing. When Dynamight himself inevitably gets word that you’re coming for his cooking title on his own turf, chaos ensues and you find yourself competing against your boss for not only best chef, but also to win over his heart.

CONTENT/WARNINGS -> Pro hero AU, agency reader, reader with a quirk, fem/AFAB reader, reader is originally from America, reader is bilingual (English and Japanese), strangers (more like coworkers that don’t get a chance to speak much) to friends to lovers, fluff & chaos, minimal angst, suggestive humor.

LENGTH -> 7.9K

MASTERLIST

Running late for your first agency project presentation was not on your bingo card this year.

Because of nerves and the constant fear that you were going to tumble over your words during your presentation, you pulled a semi-all nighter and stayed up until 3 a.m. rehearsing your slides and your speech for the Dynamight Agency’s meeting on your current geographic project.

You’ve been working for the company for 7 months now, and this project is the first large-scale assignment you’d been given since you started. You’ve worked on smaller, personal projects for Dynamight and other pro heroes, but this project was your pride and joy, seeing as it was requested by Dynamight himself.

Your quirk, landscape, allows for you to create an entire mental map, in very graphic detail, of the area around you within five miles. This includes the visualization and relative scale of buildings, sidewalks, roads, and alleyways. Your quirk works when you place your bare hands on the ground, which sort of sucks because the city’s grounds weren’t exactly the cleanest. In order for you to utilize your quirk correctly, you grew up practicing cartography of all sorts. One could say your quirk opened up doors to many different career paths, such as engineering or urban planning, but you had decided early on that the best way you would be able to help people is by utilizing your maps for heroes.

Heroes use maps for everything, and you were going to profit off of that no matter what. Your quirk could expand past the five mile radius if you kept bouncing around to different areas, drew their maps from your memory, and combined all maps to create one whole map of a specific city or town. During your time in undergrad, you majored in and graduated (Summa cum laude, may you add) with a degree in geography, your main focus of research being urban cartography. Heroics cartography didn’t exist, so you figured the next best thing would be urban areas.

Your undergraduate research consisted of said urban cartography, and because of your academic standing, you were offered a study-abroad program for geographers that was located in Tokyo, which you took without a second’s hesitation. You always dreamed that you’d be helping U.S. heroes, however, during your time in Tokyo, you fell in love with the entirety of Japan and the vast landscapes you got to visit and draw. Your research professor oversaw your projects, which consisted of city maps, data collection, and utilizing GIS software to create digital maps that could be used for multiple different areas, whether that be infrastructure planning, evacuation routes, or heroics, your main focus.

Your current job as a heroics cartographer is a first in Japan. While it’s not that well-known that you’re the first person to ever have such a title, the pro heroes around you seem to understand its importance. Your job at Dynamight’s Agency allows you to create maps for Dynamight and his sidekicks to use for patrol routes, monitoring high crime areas across the city, and visualizing the areas where property damage occurs most. Not only do you work for Dynamight, but your skills have been requested and used by other pros across the city, including but not limited to Deku, Shouto, and Red Riot.

You really got into this career out of sheer luck and fate. While you were drawing up maps for the city during your third year of undergrad, pro hero Red Riot had reached out to you after he accidentally destroyed one of your maps at the post office in Musutafu during a fight with a villain. He’d picked up the broken display and noticed your name in the corner and contacted you through your professor. Initially pissed off because you’d just finished that map literally a week and a half prior to its destruction, you gave him grace and told him you’d be in touch with the post office to create a new one.

He ended up paying you back for the damage, and upon realizing how detailed your maps were, inquired about your skills in cartography. It was quite jarring, sitting in Red Riot’s agency at the ripe age of 20, sweat dripping down your back through your blouse as one of the top heroes in the nation asked if you’d be able to draw up a map of a large electrical facility for him to use for an upcoming mission. He’d apparently been trying to find an up-to-date map of the interior, but had no luck. Within a week, you were being driven in a fancy company car to the facility so you could use your quirk and recreate the building’s interior infrastructure.

After you’d created the map for him, Red Riot, or Eijiro, as you now get to call him, had asked that you look into working for the pros after you graduated. He was under the impression that you were actually a Japanese university student, so you had to break the news that you actually worked in the U.S. Upon realizing, Eijiro explained that he would be more than happy to get you in contact with plenty of heroes that could use your work and give you a job abroad for almost double the pay you’d be receiving if you stayed in America.

Turns out that keeping in contact with a top hero in Japan that destroyed weeks of your work within 3 minutes of a fight was a good idea after all. Eijiro was the one who ultimately hooked you up with a job under the roof of Dynamight’s agency. Once you’d graduated, you decided that you’d work in the U.S. for a little while longer to build up your experience and resume before you decided to go abroad.

You ended up staying in America for two more years after graduation, traveling across the country and working with urban geographers in cities like Los Angeles, Detroit, Chicago, New York City, and Washington D.C. During this time, you were given full travel privileges to fly to Japan and help Red Riot and his pro hero allies develop brand new patrol map routes across different cities. You loved this part of your job most, and after finishing up your second year post-grad, decided to make it official and asked Eijiro if the job position was still on the table.

He would go on to give you one of the prettiest smiles you’d ever seen and excitedly tell you that yes, it was always available to you. Being friends with Eijiro meant not only a once-in-a-lifetime career connection, but it also meant realizing your potential early on.

You absolutely adore the work you do for Dynamight and his peers and wouldn’t trade it for the world. However, if you don’t hurry the hell up and get to your building in the next 7 minutes, your dream job might as well go poof. Dynamight absolutely hates when people are late, and you’ve had the pleasure of watching him blow up on company execs for showing up 15 minutes late and “wasting his fuckin’ time.”

Working for a man like Bakugou Katsuki was definitely a wakeup call the first two months you were at his agency. Turns out that while he approved your position that would inevitably change the way cartography was viewed in the modern world of heroes, Bakugou didn’t exactly care to look into what you specialized in, or so you thought. You really hadn’t had a chance to actually speak with him aside from filling him and his manager in on upcoming projects and maps you were in the process of making. After 7 months of working for the agency, you’d spoken to your boss a whopping four times, all lasting under three minutes.

This presentation you were about to give is the first one where Dynamight would be present, and fuck if you weren’t about to shit your pants from not only nerves, but fear that you might not get in the door on time for its start.

Racing past the front desk and haphazardly greeting the security guards before flashing your badge to be let through the agency gates blocking visitors from reaching the elevators, you managed to press the button for the remaining elevator on the ground floor that was being sent up.

You probably looked like an absolute atrocity in front of your fellow coworkers, with windswept hair and panting in the virtually silent elevator, save for the whirring of the machine as it took you up to the fourteenth floor of the building.

As soon as the doors of the elevator opened, you booked it down the hall to the meeting room, with 43 seconds to spare before the clock hit 9 a.m. sharp. “So sorry I’m running late! I was supposed to be here setting up earlier but some big stupid bitch tried hijacking the bus I was going to take-” you began in a rush, placing your bag and coat on your chair in the large room with a round table full of your team members and other coworkers from the analytics department.

Your team member Carl, one of only three others in the cartography department at the agency, hit your foot from under the table while calling out your name. “You’re speaking in English, we have no clue what you’re saying,” he whispered, with you quickly muttering out an apology. “Shit— sorry about that— slips my mind to switch back and forth sometimes. Apologies for not being here sooner,” you bowed to the ten workers in the room, suddenly realizing Dynamight himself nor his manager had shown up yet. Thank god, you let out a small breath of relief.

“Is Dynamight going to be in soon or should I begin without him?” You asked as your other team member Kanako grabbed your computer out of your bag and plugged it into the projector while you began pulling out your speaker notes.

“Said he’d be in soon, had to catch up with Red Riot about an ongoing police chase outside the city,” your last team member Naomi spoke out loud. Naomi was your resident work bff, and was also the one that regularly reached out to Dynamight for you to inquire about starting new projects or letting him know of recent updates. She honestly didn’t even like having to email her own boss that much, but she was more than happy to run into his manager and talk about the highs and lows of cartography if it meant staring at the poor man like he was on the lunch menu.

“Well that at least gives us some time to set it up. Sorry you all had to wait on me to get here to pull up the slides.” You felt guilty that your team had to sit in awkward silence with a department that rarely ever interacted with your own for probably a solid 20 minutes, but at least you got to the room before Dynamight so you didn’t risk a verbal ass beating in front of everyone.

As soon as you’d finished laying out the hand-drawn maps of your project out on the round table, Dynamight himself opened the large oak door and walked into the meeting room, glancing at you for a split second before sitting in the chair that was opposite of you, towards the back of the room and for him to be able to see everyone clearly. His manager trailed in behind him, scolding him for not slowing down and hearing his run down of how the meeting would go. Dynamight only waved his hand in the air at his manager before casting his sharp gaze back to you.

You felt a twinge of anxiety race up your body. You really hadn’t been expecting him to come to this meeting until Naomi filled you in two weeks ago that he wanted to attend. Guess it meant he actually did pay attention to what he hired you and your team for. Regardless, you bowed to him and began speaking, not waiting for him to tell you to start, as he wasn’t one that gave directions to grown adults.

“Thank you for joining us today, Dynamight. The project that my team and I have been working on recently is one you formally requested for us to start three months ago,” you clicked the presentation remote that flipped to the next screen on your slideshow. “As you requested, the cartography department created digital and physical choropleth maps of the districts within Musutafu and their relative crime rates within the past year.” You pointed towards the round desk. “The top map is the same as the map you see on our slideshow,” you spoke in a quick, easy-to-understand manner and glanced at everyone’s faces to gauge their reactions throughout your presentation speech.

The maps that Dynamight had asked for were so that he would be able to see if his patrol routes needed to be changed in order to monitor areas of Musutafu that were still unresponsive to patrols by heroes in terms of crime decreasing. If there was one thing your boss prided himself on, it was his patrol routes and his ability to cut crime and villain attack rates in his designated areas in half. However, recently there was an uptick in petty crime rates, and in order for him to not get shit on by the public for a “lack of appropriate response,” he put in a formal request for your department to create maps relating to recent data changes in crime rates across the city.

You and your team were more than happy to fulfill this request, as it meant working with real, recent data and meant you got to visit neighboring hero agencies and compare their patrol route crime rates with Dynamight’s. Any excuse to get out of your department’s office on the fifth floor was a godsend because your back really couldn’t handle anymore work days where you were hunched over the large workbench mapping out the city for hours at a time.

As you continued on with your presentation, you periodically glanced towards Dynamight to check his facial expressions for any annoyance or confusion at your maps. Seeing none, you internally LETS FUCKING GOOOO’d because you knew it meant at the very least that if he was understanding the maps, everyone else most likely could too.

Once you reached the last slide, you made a small noise of dissatisfaction. “When we took a look at certain districts, we did notice that the victims of the crimes committed were young women who regularly walked home by themselves later at night. They seemed to be around their early 20s to their late 30s.” Naomi nodded at you, a silent way of saying to continue on.

“I’m sure that you don’t like when many do this, and forgive me if I’m stepping out of bounds,” you began, feeling your hands sweat. “But please do take this information seriously. I know you’re a hardworking hero, so I trust your skills. But I sincerely hope the next time I check the data that the rates will have fallen. People deserve to walk home without fearing for their lives.”

Dynamight’s eyes seemed to bore into your skin, wanting to bark a clipped response back, but he managed to nod silently. You didn’t want to outright mention you yourself were scared of the trend in crime since you fit the statistic, often walking home by yourself late after all-day shifts, but it seems like he’d caught on by the look on your face.

You wrapped up the presentation and answered a couple different questions that the analytics department had about the data collection and resources you used. After your coworkers began packing their bags to leave, you noticed that Dynamight had gotten up out of his chair and walked over to you, who currently stood beside your bag, closing all the tabs you had open that were starting to overheat your little computer.

Glancing up, you nearly choked on your spit at the proximity between the two of you. He was in his winter hero suit, with the black turtleneck beneath his chest piece being pulled tight against his arms, making his muscles pop out unnecessarily in your face, but you definitely were not complaining. Bim..g… muscles… you thought, trying not to stare too long.

“Y-Yes, Dynamight sir?” You managed to sputter out, all too aware of your team members looking at the two of you now. Dynamight managed to grunt in acknowledgement before speaking. “Wanted to ask if you could make one of your fuckin’ maps for Deku. The shithead keeps begging me to ask, he wants one to hang up in his office of his patrol routes.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Of course you would make him one, but you didn’t expect for Dynamight to ask you directly. Typically he forced his manager Atsuno to write out emails of requests he had. You managed to nod eagerly to him. “Yeah, no problem. I can email him later and ask about details. Thanks for letting me know.”

Dynamight only grunted once more before turning on his heel and leaving the room, leaving Atsuno to give chase to his boss as he bowed quickly at you and gave his appreciation for your presentation before leaving the room himself.

The only ones left in the room now were your teammates, and all it took was one glance between the four of you before you all let out a holler in excitement. “We did it! You did incredible up there girl,” Naomi slung her arm around you as you pulled her in for a hug. “I was shitting bricks the whole time, I don’t think I realized how intense Dynamight’s stare can be.”

Kanako and Carl high fived you as you all made your way to the elevator to take back down to your department. “Our first big project presentation and we didn’t get screamed at for a minuscule error? I think we deserve to celebrate tonight,” Carl wiggled his eyebrows towards you and Kanako, with Naomi agreeing excitedly.

“Bar or at someone’s place? Should we drink? Oh we’re totally drinking.” You couldn’t help but smile at your coworkers beside you. You were so grateful to have them beside you while you’d adjusted to the agency life the past couple months. All three of them had come from a specialized area in the analytics department that related to gathering information data on the public, which included things like crime rates and damage assessments.

When your job had been approved, Atsuno told you that you’d be working in a new department in your own section within the agency with some people taken from the analytics department, taking you off guard. You’d surely thought you’d be thrown into analytics too, seeing how geography and cartography could squeeze into it somehow.

Meeting your team for the first time, you were more than grateful to have them work with you as you’d expected to be alone in your department for a while. You helped walk them through the basics of cartography and digital mapmaking using current software, quickly realizing the talent each one had for different areas. While you were technically the head of your department, you felt like everyone pulled their weight equally and deserved to be held on the same level.

“We can go out or I can make us something,” you spoke out loud as the elevator dinged open. “I know you guys have been bugging me about cooking since I bring my own lunches everyday.” Naomi cheered beside you, agreeing as Carl and Kanako hummed in thought. “I’ll pitch in for ingredients if Carl and Naomi buy the alcohol,” Kanako said, casting a glance to her coworkers that were chanting, American food! American food! Over and over again to one another.

All in agreement, you quickly got off on the fifth floor and entered your department room. Located towards the right hand corner in the back of the large office floor, the department itself wasn’t noticeable to the general eye unless you went looking. You each had respective offices lining a small back hallway, with the room at the very end of it being your workshop that expanded into a large open-area space containing desktops, workbenches, and cartography supplies strewn around the place. Atsuno had been kind enough to order a custom nameplate to go above the awning of you and your team’s hall, with Heroics Cartography Department written out in beautiful gold lettering, contrasting nicely against the cool grey paint of the wall.

“Let’s lock in on the rest of the requests and orders today so we can leave at a decent time,” you said, closing the door to the workshop as everyone spoke in agreement. Carl called out your name as you were booting up the desktops to pull up emails from your clients. “We doing hard liquor shit tonight or going with something like wine? Need to pair it well with whatever you’re making.”

You hummed in thought. “We could definitely do cocktails. I was thinking about making gumbo since it’s still cold outside.” You grabbed your phone that was situated in your bag and opened up the Notes app to create your grocery store list. Luckily Japan kept up with their spices and typically had an American section in larger stores where you could grab some of the spice mixes needed for your food.

“Make it spicy as fuck girl, I wanna feel tears pouring out of my eyes to your incredible cooking,” Naomi said, sending you a dreamy look. “If I make it too spicy, Carl’s gonna shit his pants. We all know this man can’t handle spice to save his life.”

“Hey! Will not,” Carl scoffed in surprise. “I just got dunked on by my ancestors because they thought it was funny to give me no spice tolerance in a country that literally eats spicy food in almost every meal.” Kanako managed a laugh at that, sending Carl a sympathetic glance before speaking to you. “If it’s not too much trouble, you could always split it into one pot being spicy and one pot being milder.”

“Fair point, but y’all better eat every morsel of my food. Southern cooking isn’t for the weak,” you mentioned as you scrolled through your finished grocery list, checking for any missing items. Naomi sent you a questioning look before asking you, “you’re from the south U.S. right? Isn’t that like hella country?” You sighed as you nodded. “Yeah, but I lived in the city, not necessarily rural. Didn’t stop me from cooking all types of recipes though.”

“Well wherever you were, you managed to become a pretty kick ass chef on your own. Your lunch always looks god tier.” Kanako said as Carl and Naomi nodded in agreement. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment at the compliment. “Living on your own in college will make you think of some wild new recipes in the name of using up all your groceries to not waste food.”

“That’s for sure, I lived off 20 different cup ramen recipes I created myself with random items from the dining halls I could snag before I got caught.” Carl muttered out loud while he pulled different sized calipers from his desk drawer to begin sketching up a project for Chargebolt.

“Food is food, for real,” you nodded in solidarity. There’s been one too many times where you felt too lazy to make full meals during school, which meant being stuck with random microwave food you kept for low energy days in your apartment kitchen. “Can’t wait to get shitfaced and discuss the existential dread of fucking up on expensive mapping paper,” you mused. Being an absolute geek over geography and cartography, you’ve caught yourself in too many drunken rambles about work-related topics when out with college friends after finals and papers were finished up for the semester.

“Let’s do our best so we can enjoy our Friday into the weekend!” Naomi pumped her fist in the air as she spoke, all of you cheering in agreement.

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Later that night, after you all managed to finish up your progress for the day and headed out to grab your respective supplies for your celebration, you found yourself humming to a random 2010s playlist that Kanako had thrown on randomly while you cooked in the kitchen of your apartment. You lived not too far from the agency, a 25 minute walk or an 8 minute bus ride, in a nice neighborhood adorned with townhomes along the street, away from the major roads but still comfortably accessible. The salary you had now had blessed you with the opportunity to live in a nicer place, but you still opted for a more homey feel rather than all the modern bullshit that people were raving for. You really hated the idea of solid white walls and no color in your living space.

Your apartment was on the smaller side but it was just you who lived there. Naomi actually lived in the townhome across the street on the second floor. You both had found out early in your job at the agency, walking home at the same time and going from that awkward “going the same way, sorry” to “oh word you live here?” It meant that you had regular girls nights together and grew close, the friendship between the two of you falling into place naturally. Kanako and Carl were actually roommates in a flat that was a 10 minute train ride away. It truly was fate that all of you managed to not only work well, but vibe with each other outside the office too.

As you finished plating your dishes in bowls, you could hear the conversation flowing between your team in your living room. A couple drinks had already been thrown back and you were more than aware that drinking before you had food in your system was probably a bad idea, but you were about to eat anyways so fuck it. You were already two Moscow mules deep by the time you’d finished up the gumbo.

“Food’s ready!” You called out from the kitchen, the open floor plan making it easy for you to get the attention of everyone else sitting on the couch watching Love is Blind. That show was a debatable one, but you enjoyed watching Carl’s bewildered expressions at the absolutely heinous jokes Kanako would throw out about the men and women of the show and some of their horrible personalities.

“Girl get in here and tell me whether or not you think Gigi needs to up and leave ugly ass Damian,” Naomi said, helping you grab two of the four plates you were bringing out to the coffee table. “I can tell you right now that she does, she’s way too good for someone that looks like a chad version of Ed Sheeran.”

Kanako busted out laughing at your remark, agreeing at the resemblance. As you ate, everyone poured endless compliments into your food, making your chest swell with pride in your hobby. You absolutely loved to cook, and it helped you get through the more rough parts of life when you were struggling to keep up with the demands of school and research. Cooking was your safe space and you made sure you perfected staple recipes from home so you could share them with others, like you were doing now.

Kanako threw back another shot as she chased it with a can of Dr. Pepper before speaking your name. “You do know that your cooking could rival Dynamight’s, right?” You paused mid chew, throwing up an eyebrow at her to continue. You didn’t strike your boss as a cooking connoisseur, but you yourself didn’t look like one either, so you kept an open mind.

“He brings food to the potlucks we have during holidays sometimes. When I tell you that man can damn well cook, believe me,” she slurred slightly, the alcohol already hitting her. Naomi nodded in agreement. “Trust us when we say his cooking is top tier. He’d never admit it, but he likes cooking for others if it means feeding into his ego.” Naomi said, letting out a huff of laughter.

“I tried his signature mapo tofu once and it was so good but I literally had to call in sick the next day because I could not handle the spice he puts in his recipes,” Carl’s forehead thudded against the wood of the coffee table as he grimaced at the memory. “If he ever found out I nearly passed out on the toilet from what he called ‘baby shit spicy’, I think he’d fire me.” You barked out a laugh at that, imagining Dynamight drilling it into your teammate about not appreciating his food and getting sick from it.

Your team had been working with the Dynamight Agency for almost 2 years before you’d joined. It was always jarring to hear the stories of Dynamight from them. Your initial reactions to him early on were anything but pleasant, and still sometimes lean on the side of moderate annoyance. He sounded like a total dick at the beginning, but had apparently mellowed out after high school. You heard he’d bullied the hell out of the current number 1 hero during his time in middle school and a little bit of high school, which had made you livid.

You grabbed the handle of Tito’s sitting in front of you all and poured it into your glass before cracking open a new can of ginger beer and pouring it into the glass as well. You could feel the warmth of the alcohol spreading through you, loosening up your tongue the more you drank.

Retrospectively, you really shouldn’t have said the next thing that you did if it meant saving your ass in the workplace that following Monday.

“I could definitely kick Bakugou’s ass if we had a cook off, I mean I’m basically a god tier hobby chef at this point,” you muttered, missing the expressions of your coworkers, specifically the smirk Naomi had on her face. “You think so?” Carl nudged your leg with his own, casting you a tipsy glance. “Fuck yeah I could, I don’t think you realize how hard some southern cooking can be. If I can keep making the recipes without screwing them up, I’m pretty much a god in the kitchen.”

Naomi snickered as Kanako sighed out. “Don’t let Dynamight hear you say that. He gets competitive fast, especially when it comes to food. He was known in high school as the chef of his dorm, didn’t trust others to cook as well as he could.” You definitely could see that, as he struck you as the type to call his friends’ cooking skills trash compared to his own. You hadn’t had the chance to try anything by him yet but could assume it was pretty good if your coworkers spoke of it so highly.

“He can bring it on, I’m not scared of his ass, I bet he couldn’t cook a Cajun recipe if he tried,” Your mouth was moving before you had a chance to realize the words you were saying. “Yeah yeah, big talk for a girl that stuttered after taking one look at her boss’ biceps.” You nearly choked on your drink as Naomi absolutely obliterated you with one sentence. Damn, I really thought I was slick with the look. You sighed as Kanako simply whistled in your direction.

“Don’t tell me you’re falling for him already? His good looks are hard to miss,” she said as she handed you a napkin to wipe your mouth with. Muttering out a thanks, you tried to save yourself some embarrassment. “Oh please, if I wanted to torture myself by falling for a narcissist, I’d go for Shindou instead.” You shuddered at the thought of working for someone like him, suddenly grateful at the fact that you were working for Dynamight instead.

“Don’t deny yourself. I bet you probably had a Dynamight wall in your dorm room at some point.” Carl was an absolute menace when he got tipsy, clearly not skipping out on poking fun at you. You groaned at his comment, shaking your head. “Nah, it was a Deku wall, actually.” You weren’t lying if you thought about it, you did have a lot of respect for the hero as you’d learned more about him during your study abroad. He came from a humble background, what was there not to like about someone as sweet as the number 1?

“You always struck me as the type of person to go for someone batshit crazy though. I bet you’d probably like it if Dynamight was mean to you.” Kanako sent you a look that made you shiver. “How dare you accuse me of such nonsense,” you tutted, sipping on your drink before muttering a small, “I probably would.” Naomi slapped her hand on the table, yelling out, “I heard that you freak!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as your team members switched the topic to their picks for hottest heroes, with Carl sighing dreamily as he named Red Riot his number one choice, Uravity being a close second. During the chaos of the conversation, you forgot all about your quip towards Dynamight’s cooking.

You really should have remembered, because remembering would mean you could have prepared yourself more for your conversation with him later.

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After the eventful weekend and nursing a massive hangover from the sheer amount of vodka you managed to drink together, your team trudged their way into the workplace again and began the process of uploading and creating new maps on ArcGIS to send over for clients’ approval. You were all lucky you got weekends off when there wasn’t a high demand of requests for maps and geographic data.

You were midway through a rough sketch of Deku’s patrol route, taking a small break to grab a water bottle from the vending machine on the second floor when you heard the first whispers.

“— she definitely wouldn’t,” a man from the finance department whispered to his coworker who was shaking his head enthusiastically. You recognized the guy who was speaking as Leo, a coworker you’d met early on that helped you budget out what was needed in terms of supplies in your current workspace. He often chatted with Naomi, who regularly contacted him to put in new orders of pencils and ink for the maps you all drew by hand. “I think she could. She’s from the west, they tend to take home cooking pretty seriously over there. No doubt she could beat him.” The other coworker beside Leo spoke. Now that caught your attention. It sounded like they were talking about you, but you couldn’t be sure. You didn’t know how many other people were in the agency that were also from the west, they could be talking about anybody, right?

As soon as they saw you, Leo nudged his coworker to shut up before waving at you with an uneasy smile. “What are y’all talking about over here? Something about cooking?” You said, walking over and greeting both of them. Leo nodded, slightly caught off guard. “Yeah, we— uh, we were talking about a cooking show we both watch! One of the chefs is from the west and she’s competing with other chefs to win a national title.” You raised an eyebrow at him, not really buying it but not really caring too much to think that hard about it. “Well remember that westerners can be pretty goated at cooking all kinds of food. She’s probably got a chance,” you shrugged before excusing yourself, waving at them as you walked back to the elevator once you purchased your water bottle.

You continued to flutter in and out of your workspace throughout the day, stopping for lunch and eating in your office with Naomi before returning back to work. However, you weren’t stupid; there were way more eyes on you today than you’d ever experienced, even more than when you first joined. You knew Naomi was sort of a gossip guru in the office, but you’d assumed she was probably flexing your cooking to anyone that crossed her path during the day.

You didn’t mind it, but the attention on you was definitely kind of concerning, especially because people kept whispering about something to do with an upcoming agency event that would include food. You figured you could probably whip up some good appetizers to bring to it, whenever it was.

As you were finishing up your sketches and scaling them correctly with the notes on your computer, Atsuno hurriedly burst through the door of the workshop, looking slightly disheveled. Your coworkers all glanced up at him at the same time before he coughed awkwardly and straightened his posture.

“New request sent in? Surely it’s not that important for you to have to run in here for,” You asked him as you wiped your hands on a towel to get rid of the ink stains along your palms. You definitely couldn’t risk messing up the paper now that you were this far along. He sighed heavily before shaking his head. “No, I uh— I had to come in here and ask that you go meet with Dynamight before you get off work. He wants to check in on the progress with Deku’s patrol route map.” You raised an eyebrow. Couldn’t he just shoot us an email? you wondered before nodding, asking if he was in his office. Atsuno nodded, offering to walk with you there, filling you in on the progress that’s about to be made with the maps your team had created relating back to crime rates along the districts in the city.

You missed the slightly concerned glance Naomi cast your way as you exited the shop.

After taking the elevator up to Dynamight’s office located on the 10th floor, you stepped off the lift and looked around the interior. You rarely ever came to this floor since it was mainly Dynamight’s office, the rest of the floor filled with smaller offices that were for his sidekicks, Atsuno, and his other head managers from different departments.

Turning right out of the elevator, Atsuno walked you to Dynamight’s office, adjacent from his own. Upon knocking, a gruff “come in” came from the other side of the door. Dynamight’s office was fucking nice.

It was as large as your own workshop, if not larger, and contained Dynamight’s desk, shelves full of memorabilia and other items, a couch in the center of the room, and what seemed to be an en-suite bathroom. His office overlooked the rest of the city, large window panes lining the wall his back was turned to. Along the rest of the non-windowed walls were frames of photos that contained Dynamight in his younger years, from when he was in high school to now. He was still in his mid 20s, but the photos along the wall told an interesting story of his life the past few years as he climbed the hero ranks.

Turning towards him, Atsuno cleared his throat before bowing to you and leaving, citing that he had to go sit in on a phone call with a sports clothing brand that was looking to sponsor Dynamight. He sure did clear out of here fast. You figured he was probably just busy, as all Mondays are.

Dynamight was staring into your soul again as you turned back to him and awkwardly shifted your weight onto your other foot. You began the conversation with, “you wanted to check in on Deku’s request, right?”

“Yeah. Nerd’s looking forward to it and won’t shut the hell up every time he calls me. Enjoys your work a fuckin’ ton,” he spoke, his gravelly voice sending a pleasurable hum through your body. If he wasn’t a hero, he could definitely be an ASMR YouTuber, you mused.

You gave him a small smile. “I’m surprised he’s heard of me. My work isn’t exactly groundbreaking,” you began to fiddle with your work jacket’s zipper. It was cold as shit in your office, so you had Leo sneak in an order for your team to have matching work jackets by Carhartt since they were durable and warm. “Yeah, well get used to the recognition. Your job is a first for the country. Constantly gettin’ questions about why I hired you.” You felt a small spark of annoyance work through your system. “Not sure you mean that in a good or bad way.” You huffed, walking towards his desk and sitting across from him in one of the plush seats. He eyed you with mild curiosity before explaining.

“Not a bad thing. People just don’t understand why yer work’s so important.” You nodded in acknowledgement. He wasn’t wrong. Cartographers are uncommon in the modern world now that technology has dominated the industry. You remember the times in college where people would always ask why you got into your field. You had to explain that cartography wasn’t just hand drawing maps; it related back to software and digital images too.

“I get to create anything I want on a map. My quirk’s a weird one, but it helps a lot of different people, so I’m not complaining.” You eyed the pack of pink sparkly sticky notes and glitter pens sitting next to Dynamight’s keyboard. Pinky probably brought him her new stationary set that launched recently, you thought to yourself with amusement.

“Speakin’ of, been wantin’ to ask you a question.” Dynamight caught you eying his stationary and scratched his neck in what you could assume to be embarrassment. “Shoot,” you replied, noting that the sun was finally beginning to set later in the day now that the winter solstice happened a month ago.

“Why didn’t you become like— a fuckin’ underground hero or some shit? Your quirk isn’t that niche. Could use it for raids n’ infiltrating places.” You didn’t know whether or not to take his commentary as a compliment or not, but you figured that if he was questioning your avoidance of the hero career path, it meant he noticed something in you that you didn’t.

“It wasn’t for me. My quirk is exhausting. Five miles sounds like a pretty small radius, but when I’m visualizing the area, everything is visualized. Buildings, roads, you name it. Drawing it from memory takes a lot out of me,” you spoke. “I take a while to draw and digitize my maps. It wouldn’t be easy to keep up with the hustle of hero work, let alone working within a time crunch.”

Dynamight hummed in acknowledgement. You really didn’t expect to be conversing with him about your life choices, but it was a nice break, and it meant you got to learn more about him, even if he was asking about your life.

“You still chose to work with heroes though.” You let out a small laugh. “I guess you’re right,” you began, meeting his stare. He was really pretty now that you were looking closer at him. “I figured if I couldn’t handle the stress of real hero work, that working behind the scenes is the next best thing. My maps are almost always accurate and to scale; I pride myself on it. Means that heroes can rely on the information for a multitude of things.”

He nodded, seemingly hesitating before speaking again. “Know we ain’t had a chance to talk much since y’started working here. Red begged me to put you in my agency because he figured you’d be easier to reach here and your name would get recognized if it was associated with my office.” You hadn’t really thought of that before, but he was right. Red Riot’s office was packed as it was, and you figured everyone else’s was too. It was a lucky shot that you got placed with Dynamight, since he was still looking for workers to fill in his office due to it being newer than most.

“I really appreciate Eijiro being able to start my career off like this. I never would have imagined moving across the country to start my dream job so soon, if at all,” you said, casting your gaze to the pictures on Dynamight’s shelves behind his desk. “First name basis, huh?” the hero smirked as you let out a small noise of shock. “Y-Yeah, we kept in contact a lot and he would regularly help me gain clients in different cities. Told me that we were friends and to stop addressing him by his hero name every time we talked.”

“That’s Eiji for you.” A pregnant pause followed before your boss let out a groan of frustration. “I’m not— I fuckin’ hate small talk like this. Don’t know how people do it,” Dynamight said finally, pinching the bridge of his nose before speaking again. “Couldn’t figure out how to speak to you without sounding like a dick ‘cause I didn’t do it sooner. Atsuno was grilling me about not even having a functional conversation with you yet, even though I’m the one that hired you.”

You let out a laugh at that. You had been a little mad at him for not even properly greeting you since you began your work for the agency, but you assumed that being the number 2 hero in Japan was busy as shit. “I get it, you’re a top hero. I’m sure you’re busy enough as it is, can’t blame you for not being able to talk to a cartographer of all people,” you shrugged as you spoke, Dynamight leaning back in his office chair and giving you a small nod.

“Yeah. Sorry for steering the convo elsewhere. How’s Deku’s shitty map comin’ along?” He asked as you began going through the details of your progress.

After you explained the gist of it, he grunted in response before standing up. He’s tall as fuck, you realized as you hurriedly stood up as well, assuming your talk was over with. Dynamight walked you to his office door before stopping once you turned around to thank him again. “Thanks for uh— earlier. When you were complimenting my work. It means a lot, truly.”

“Don’t let it inflate yer shitty ego. Can’t handle another person that gets a big head after someone compliments them,” he spat. You could tell he wasn’t used to being given a sincere thanks very often. “Hey. One more thing.”

You raised an eyebrow at him as his face turned blank for a moment before he sighed and his signature scowl returned. You should have known the conversation you were having earlier was too good to be true.

“You would not be able to win against me in a fuckin’ cook off. My cooking probably beats yours by a shit ton. Watch your mouth next time you run around all bark and no bite.” You nearly fainted on the spot as your body ran as cold as ice. What the fuck. What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK? You repeated in your head, eyes going wider than dish plates as Dynamight’s glare sent another chill down your spine.

“Shit.” Is all that came out of your mouth after he all but pushed you by your back out the door and closed it in your face.

It’s official, you think as you trudge your way to the elevator, the beginning of a migraine creeping into your skull. You were going to kill Naomi.

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You meet Katsuki for the first time down a back alley in the early hours of the morning. Of course he had just been the number five ranked hero Dynamite back then, all snarling fury and confidence as he dealt out justice. You really should have suspected trouble, a young woman such as yourself walking alone at night, taking shortcuts and back roads to get home as quickly as possible. You were lucky Dynamite had been there, following his patrol route back to his agency when he spotted the dark and hulking shape following behind you.

You didn’t want to think about what would have happened if he hadn’t been there, if he had been slower or just not cared enough to look into the suspicious behaviour further. He had been there though, dropping down from the roof with a thud and spark of his quirk that had scared you half to death and screaming at the hero's sudden appearance. He had dealt with the man quickly, getting him on his knees and in cuffs within a minute or two. It had been impressive, watching the explosive hero work and if it wasn’t for the fact that he had saved you from a very terrible situation you probably would have been gushing over him like the fangirl you were. Not that he would have given you a chance to.

He yells at you, of course he does, calling you reckless and stupid which was fair enough. It had been stupid of you to walk home by yourself instead of getting a taxi or just crashing at your friends house and it had been especially idiotic of you to take the back roads and alleyways when really you had known better. So you let him yell at you, his voice carrying through the silence of the otherwise quiet night and probably able to be heard all the way over at the port despite how far away it was. When he had finally stopped you had taken the opportunity to apologise, citing lack of sleep and half a bottle of wine as the reason for your poor decision making though really there was no excuse for your poor judgement.

He had continued to glare and huff about you being an idiot whilst he logged the incident with the police, barely even sparing you a glance as he did so. You had thought that would be it, job done and the explosive hero would be off again, a brief yet memorable meeting, well for you at least. So you had once again thanked him for saving you and said your goodbyes, turning to continue on your way home and hopefully put the whole incident behind you. So imagine how surprised you had been when not even two steps later a large hand was curling around your bicep and yanking you to a stop.

You can admit that you had been a little bit scared, turning back to face the scowling hero with wide eyes and trying to remember if all your insurances were up to date, just in case. He demands to know where you're going, yelling at you once more when you give him the simple answer of home. You're confused, a little on edge as you watch him stomping around the alleyway, dragging your would-be attacker behind him until he finds a suitable drainpipe to tie the man to. He’s not gentle as he shoves you forward, demanding you get moving because he hasn’t got all night. You're in such a state of confused disbelief that you wordlessly comply, heading towards your apartment with the hulking figure of Dynamite stomping away next to you like his boots were filled with lead.

It's awkward. Neither of you say anything for the almost twenty minute long walk, the silence only broken up by his heavy footfalls and the occasional far off sound of a car going by. You can’t help but keep stealing glances at him, trying to covertly pinch yourself to make sure you hadn’t actually passed out on your friend's couch and this was some sort of weird wine-fuelled dream. Considering how badly your arm was stinging you could safely say that this was really happening, that pro hero Dynamite was walking you home.

That was weird, right? Dynamite wasn’t known for being friendly with the public or all that caring about the people he saved and yet here he was, walking you home like a true gentleman. Granted, he was clearly annoyed about the whole thing, his jaw clenched and red eyes dark with irritation but still, a gentlemanly act all the same. Maybe he had hit his head in the brief tussle with your assailant? It hadn’t last that long and you had been watching the whole time but there was always the possibility that you had simply missed something.

You continued to steal glances at him as you walked, looking for any sign that he needed you to take him to a hospital. All you see though is his clenched jaw tightening and his eye twitching slightly. He seems fine, apart from the obvious weirdness of his kindness so you continue to keep your mouth shut, wondering how you were even going to explain this come the morning. If anyone believed you that is.

When you finally came to a stop outside your apartment building you hadn’t really known what to say to him, the two of you awkwardly looking at the other like you were expecting them to say something. In the end you had been the one to break the tense silence, once again thanking the hero and awkwardly joking that he was your favourite for a reason. As soon as the words had left your lips you had clamped your mouth shut, face going red with embarrassment. You couldn’t understand why you had said that regardless of how true it was. He didn’t need to know how much of a fan girl you were and probably didn’t even care anyway, used to idiots like you getting all flustered and embarrassed over him. Not that you were flustered because of him, you were just, you know, a little weirded out because of his out of character behaviour. Not because he was hot or anything.

He just stared at you, brows furrowed and looking far too attractive considering there was the possibility he was going to start yelling at you again. You stood there, nervously fidgeting with your fingers and wondering if you could die from embarrassment. Finally he looked away, rolling his eyes and scoffing at you like the idiot you are. He tells you just as much, yelling at you over his shoulder as he heads back the way you came and threatening to kill you if he ever catches you running around so late at night on your own again before disappearing into the dark and leaving you in a confused daze, struggling to believe any of that had just happened and half convinced you had imagined it all.

You're still struggling to process it the next morning, hidden away in your usual booth at your local coffee shop as you recounted the events of the previous night to your friend, whispering and looking around like you were expecting him to just show and start yelling again. It sounds even more unlikely as you talk about it, the explosive blonde not the kind of hero who would walk civilians home in the dead of night, not like Deku or Red Riot would have. You spend a lot of time talking in circles, going back and forth between it did happen and it didn’t happen until finally you had to stop to get some much needed air. It’s then that your friend speaks up, barely even looking at you as they remind you that the hero rankings were due soon and he was probably just being nice to you to boost his score and get closer to the number one spot.

The realisation is like a bucket of cold water had been chucked over you.

It should have been obvious really. You were even set to cover the event for work so how you had managed to forget about the damned thing was beyond you. But it had been late and he had just been so…him. Dynamite had appeared out of nowhere, all confidence and rudeness that had left you completely blind to everything but him. Of course he was only being nice because of the rankings. He was a great hero, one of the best actually and he would probably be ranked a lot higher then he actually was if it wasn’t for his foul attitude and brashness so it made sense that he was trying to soften his spiky edges before the rankings ceremony. He was right, you really are an idiot. After all, that was the only explanation as to why a hero like him would bother with a civilian like you.

Nodding and mumbling your agreement you lean back into your seat and silently sip at your drink, embarrassed that you had gotten so carried away. The conversation changes, your friend launching into a story about some celebrity couple whose relationship had very publicly fallen apart. You hum and nod in the right places but you're not listening, not really, your mind still stuck on last night and the angry blonde hero who had saved you before you had even known you needed saving.

The more you thought about it the more foolish you felt, the embarrassment from last night doubling as you remembered how awkward and cringy you had been with the number five hero. You had probably made an ass of yourself, had probably given him a good laugh for a few minutes but by now you would most likely be forgotten, just another nameless face in the sea of people he had saved over the years. So why were you so fixated on it? Sure he had saved you from harm but who hadn’t been saved by a hero in this city? You weren’t anything special, it didn’t mean anything, the hero just doing his job. A job he was paid to do. It hadn’t been out of kindness, hadn’t been anything to do with you really and it was idiotic of you to think it had.

Determined to get on with your day you forcefully shove any thought of Dynamite out of your head, easily falling into conversation about an upcoming article your friend was working on. It’s easy enough and as the weeks pass and you fall into your hectic and fast paced work schedule you forget about it all together. It becomes a distant memory, a thing that happened once that was kind of weird at the time but inconsequential in the end. You were saved once, by pro hero Dynamite, now ranked third in the hero billboard charts.

Weren’t you the lucky one.

Now with a part two!

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