Bakugou Katsuki

"Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!"

The glass doors of the Dynamight Hero Agency practically rattled on their hinges as Katsuki burst through them, his boots squeaking violently against the polished marble floor. He checked his wrist watch, his chest heaving as he let out a sharp, aggressive breath. 8:59 AM. A single, agonizing second away from being late to his own damn agency.

His sidekicks and desk receptionists collectively flinched, instantly bracing themselves for their boss's usual morning explosive temper. But Katsuki wasn't angry at them—he was furious with himself. His infallible internal alarm clock had completely failed him today, all because he had been hopelessly pinned down in bed, completely unwilling to untangle his limbs from yours. The lazy, warm morning cuddles with his spouse had felt too good, and by the time he finally opened his crimson eyes, he had completely blown past the timer.

He had sprinted through the house, thrown on his gear, and driven like an absolute maniac. But as he was about to calm down and feel relieve, standing in the center of his lobby, his hand reached down to his side—and caught nothing but air.

No computer bag. No essential briefing documents. And worst of all, no heavy glass container holding the extra-spicy lunch you had carefully prepped for him the night before. All he had in his hands were his car keys and a metal tumbler of lukewarm coffee.

"You've got to be kidding me..." Katsuki growled under his breath, a heavy flush of sheer embarrassment creeping up his neck. He was completely doomed. The No. 2 hero, utterly defeated by a rushed morning.

Chime.

The automatic front doors slid open once more, cutting through the tense silence of the lobby. Katsuki snapped his head around, ready to bark at whoever was walking in, but the words completely died in his throat.

There you were. Standing in the entrance of his bustling agency, looking entirely calm compared to his chaotic storm. Slung over your shoulder was his heavy laptop case, and gripped tightly in your hands was the insulated bag containing his cherished spicy lunch. A small, knowing smile played on your lips as you caught his eye.

Katsuki’s jaw dropped slightly before his face exploded into a fierce, crimson blush. He marched over to you in four long, heavy strides, snatching the bags from your hands to hide how violently his heart was suddenly thumping with gratitude.

"Hah?! What the hell are you doing here?!" he barked, his voice loud but completely lacking any real bite as he carefully checked your hands to make sure you hadn't strained yourself carrying his heavy gear. He looked away stubbornly, rubbing the back of his neck while his sidekicks disguised their giggles behind their clipboards. "...Tsk. You didn't have to drive all the way out here for this crap. I could've just bought something."

He cleared his throat, his crimson eyes flickering back to yours, instantly softening into a rare, quiet warmth that he only ever showed behind closed doors. He shifted his weight, blocking his staff's view of you with his broad shoulders.

"...Since you're already here," Katsuki muttered, his tone dropping into a rough, low murmur as he lightly nudged your shoulder with his own. "Do you wanna... sit inside for a bit? You can head up to the lounge, or just hang out in my private office where it's quiet. Or... do you just wanna head back home and rest? Tell me what you want, babe."

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