Office days (Bkdk story)

Office days

Im new to writing, I hope you enjoy. I am trying my hand at writing fanfics. I will try to pump out the next chapter if you guys like this. Might be hard since... school. No smut yet though, that comes later (mhua hah aha ha). ENJOY!

POV: Izuku

Hi I'm Izuku Midoriya. I work at the Bakugo agencies. I am Mr.Bakugo's assistant, but sometimes I wish I wasn't. Every morning I wake up at 6:30 am and get dressed and ready. Outside the cherry blossoms are always sparkling in the air. I drive to work, making sure to get a venti mocha latte with two pumps of mocha, 2% milk, 3 shots of the signature Espresso, no added sugars, extra foam, heated and steamed. It was hard to remember at the beginning but now it's routine. Driving over I spot a little cat stuck in a tree, I stop on the side of the road and jump out. I reach out my hands to the small black cat meowing for help. As I reach out, the cat jumps onto my green nest of hair and runs off. I fell on my ass. I got up and undusted my pants getting back in the car with a smile on my face. I park my car in my designated spot and enter the tall building. The building has black tinted windows and has a sign on the front reading "The Bakugo Agencies" in bright orange neon lights. I walk into the building, showing the guard my ID. On the way in I scan my ID and take the elevator up to the 73 floor. It is where my office is, along with Mr.Bakugos. I carefully put away my things trying not to make much of a racket. I make sure that I look nice and neat because he hates people who don't dress correctly for work. I take a deep breath and prepare myself. I knock on the door two times.

"Mr.Bakugo?" I ask.

"Come in, Shitnerd." He says from the other side of the door.

"Good morning Mr.Bakugo" I walk in with the coffee and set it on his desk. I shyly smile trying to hide how nervous I am. I can feel sweat beading down my neck. Yup, I do this every morning. The sweet smell of his cologne, like burnt wood and cinnamon.

"Deku, deku, deku. Come closer." He says in a deep voice. His pointy hair shadowing his eyes. Even though he knew my name was Izuku, he chose to call me Deku, someone weak and worthless. I come closer standing beside his desk. Nervousness and a chill creeping down my back as I see his piercing orange eyes. He turns on his chair and faces me, slowly standing up. He did that because he doesn't like anyone looking down at him. He takes the coffee in his hand, gesturing for me to try some. I'd never told anyone this, well except some of my coworkers but I had a secret crush on my boss. Ever since I had gotten the job I have been admiring him from afar. He's handsome and obviously goes to the gym. He's amazing and brave.. no.. courageous for going out on his own to start this business. However me, I'm easy on the eye, keep my head down and stay out of trouble. I've never had the guts to do anything on my own. I only moved out of living with my mom two years ago to get this job.

"Earth to shitnerd." He says as I realize that he is still holding the coffee towards me. I take a sip, blushing slightly at the fact that we both just kissed, not directly though. It tasted fine, very bitter though.

"I-It's cold.." I say realizing that it is no longer the temperature he likes.

"That's right. What did your loser self do now." He says after placing the cup on the desk and looking into my soul. I was looking at his shoes though.

"U-umm..I-i saw a kitty.. and... Umm..w-want.. I wanted.." I said with a stutter that only materialized when I was around him.

"Oi, Dumbass look at me." He said with a tone sharp enough to cut diamonds. He had a serious face as he looked at me. Our eyes met and I immediately felt panic creeping up on me. Ready to kill me when I showed weakness. "You wanted to do what?" He asks, bringing his hand up to rub his chin. His other hand across his chest. Ohh..his chest. He totally works out. No doubt about it. His pecs are perfectly preserved inside his fitted navy suit. Maybe one day he will let me touch them. No who am I kidding. A loser like me touching a trophy like that. It would be like a boogery child holding gold.