Only one- Katsuki Bakugou x reader

chapter 16: patrolling pt.1

word count: 740

y/n's pov:

"that's all you need to know about patrolling." maken finished explaining.

"right, got it." i gave him a thumbs up.

"we'll cover a few more blocks then we could head back." he gave me a pat on the head.

i gave him a nod. if i'm being completely honest, this is fucking boring.

"shit. it's best jeanist." maken stopped walking.

"huh?" i look up from my phone and see the number 4 hero and...bakugo? his hair was weird and he was wearing jeans. "oh it's one of my classmates!"

"maken!" best jeanist called out. "you're looking the same as ever. how have you been?"

"nice hair." i take a picture of bakugo.

"shut up! i will blast you!" his hair poofed back to normal. it was really funny to watch. "tch. i thought you were going to your dads agency." he changes the subject.

"oh i am. he had to take care of something so i'm with maken today." i point to the said man. bakugo eyes him.

"sorry to cut our conversation short but me and y/n have to go somewhere." maken tells best jeanist, placing a hand on my shoulder. a 'tch' comes out of bakugos mouth.

"right! we'll also be off then." they start walking the opposite direction.

"bye, bye!" i wave to bakugo. "what's that?" i point to the bag maken was holding.

"uh, best jeanist gave it to me just now." he looks in the bag. "it is a pair of jeans and hair gel."

"has he ever tried to give you a make over?" i ask, holding in a laugh.

he sighed, "yup, many times. he says it's so i can look more approachable, whatever that means."

we've been getting stares and people move out of the way when we're walking.

i sweat drop. "haha! yea, whatever that means." it's not everyday you see a 6'3 ft man with tattoos all over his arms.

.•*•.

"we've been patrolling for a while. want to get lunch?" maken checks his watch.

"yea, sure." i nod.

"my treat!" he gave me a thumbs up.

we went to a ramen place near us. maken said it was one of his favorites. he gladly ordered for us.

after lunch we headed back to the agency.

"y/n, maken. welcome back! how was patrolling?" pieck asked as we entered the building.

"fun!"

"boring."

maken and i answered at the same time. we quickly look at each other with different face expressions.

"you thought it was boring?!" maken says dramatically, putting his hand over his heart.

"unfortunately, yes." i place a hand on his shoulder. "but lunch wasn't!" i smile this time.

pieck only laughs at our interaction. "eraserhead came back a few minutes ago and said to meet him at his office."

"right, thank you." maken says, dragging me to dads office.

maken was about to knock on the door before i opened it.

"we're back." i say, sitting on a chair.

"great. how did she do?" dad asked maken.

"she did pretty good. i think she will be fine from here on out." maken replies.

"that's good to hear." dad looks at me, "looks like you did good on your first day of internships. congrats kiddo."

"yea, sure, but all we did was patrol." i sink in my chair.

"but you worked with someone you just met and you did great. when you become a hero you will have to work with others, even if you don't know them. you have to get used to it." dad explains.

"so this was some sort of test of how i would work with new people?" i sit up straight.

"you could say that!" maken gave me a smile.

"tomorrow we will start your physical and quirk training." dad explains, shuffling through papers.

"will i get to work with maken?" i ask.

"if i'm free, sure." maken answered.

"oh that reminds me! dad can i get my nose and septum pierced?" i give him one of my biggest smiles.

he raised an eyebrow. "we've already talked about this."

"what? when?!"

"right now. and the answer is no." dad looked at maken, "thank you for helping, you are free to go."

"yes sir." maken quickly leaves dad's office.

"but-"

"and that's final, y/n. you are not getting any piercings."

"yes, sir." i sink back into my chair. i'll come home one day and surprise him.