Pandora's Gift

Chapter 26

Returning to the agency later than normal the duo was finally finished their patrol. Sweat and soot covered both bodies. Sakaki was rolling her right shoulder wincing slightly at the new pain that shot through her. She had collided with a wall fairly hard while fighting a stupid purse snatcher. The action had been a stupid mistake on her part, and of course after that Bakugou was up her ass about the mistake. Refusing to let her engage in the next villain encounter on their patrol. Which had pissed her off and as such they argued while fighting villains and there may have been another close call had Bakugou not nailed the villain with a little more power than was needed. And the villain was close enough to her that she caught the tail end of his explosion. Causing dusty and a little soot to gather around where her mask sat around her face but otherwise she was mostly fine, though it's not like she would admit if she wasn't anyways. So now with it pulled down to rest along her neck she had a line following the outline on her face where clean skin hidden under the mask met the dirty skin from the fighting.
The two were oddly silent as they walked into the agency forcing the beta woman sitting behind the front desk to arch an eyebrow though neither of them seemed to be paying her any attention. Sakaki was tired of arguing with the blonde and knew if she opened her mouth again it would only respark the arguing and temper from earlier as the two already had their screaming match during their patrol. And Bakugou stomping around like a pissed off toddler had quickly grown exhausting to deal with.

Silently she headed for the locker room wanting nothing more than to shower and throw on comfortable clothes before having to turn what little energy she had left to the paperwork awaiting her. Parting ways with Bakugou had a sigh of relief escape her as she walked into the private female locker room. The man was more hot and cold than Todoroki's quirk was.

One minute the two actually seemed to be able to hold a decent slightly civil conversation, then the next the two seemed at each other's throats. It was exhausting and yet she never backed down either. Which just seemed to irritate the blonde man even more. It was confusing to say the least. Then there was the fact the two had spent a number of days being far more intimate than they should have ever been. At first she had thought that maybe there was something between them. But then after today's patrol she wasn't sure. He treated her like some no name extra as he did everyone else.

Fearing that the last week had been a mistake it made her omega incredibly sad. She quickly blamed her annoying omega instincts for her feelings as she felt the cloud of doubt and self loathing hanging over her shoulders. Showering swiftly she tossed on some shorts and a sports bra before walking out of the locker room and heading towards the one room she knew for sure had some workout equipment. Stepping into the large gym-like training room it was almost nostalgic remembering how just two weeks ago she had walked into this room and came face to face with Bakugou for the first time in at least seven years.

It seems though even seven years since graduation the blonde was still an annoyingly, self centred idiot. She had worked so hard to avoid him back in high school for this exact reason. He would never notice or return any feelings she had for him. And that just filled her with a new rage and irritation at herself as she walked over towards a punching bag. She knew she should have wrapped her hands to keep from injuring herself. But in that moment of pigheadedness she didn't. Instead she turned this array of emotion into punches aimed at the poor punching bag that had never done a thing to her.

The pain in her body was non-existent as she let her emotions take the form of her fist colliding with the bag. The pain in her knuckles was ignored like everything else as she wailed on the bag. Being able to take out her frustration had been soothing and eventually relaxing as her breathing was heavy, sweat ran down her spine. She stopped her attack on the bag to wipe the sweat from her brow but she paused as she raised her right hand moved up and froze it in front of her face. She sighed softly at the notice of a bit of blood from the split skin. Well seemed that was done for the time being as she stopped to clean the blood off the bag. She didn't care about her hands. Instead she still felt too restless to leave yet. So instead she turned her attention to the treadmill as she walked over and quickly broke out into a swift jog.