Misuse of Power (Yandere My Hero Academia x F!Reader Oneshots)

Let It Hurt Part 2 (Bakugou Katsuki)

This was a Quotev request! I honestly wasn't entirely sure how to continue this, but I did my best!

Title: Let It Hurt (Part 2)

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, abuse of power

Summary: Your boss's requests begin to disturb you.

"So let it hurt, let it bleed

Let it take you right down to your knees

Let it burn to the worst degree

May not be what you want, but it's what you need

Sometimes the only way around it

Is to let love do it's work."

-from "Let It Hurt" by Rascal Flatts

Your boss's requests go far beyond what's normal.

Your job as personal assistant started out normally, it really did. Just filing paperwork for the boss and organizing his schedule. Nothing special.

Then it wasn't normal.

"You've got a new uniform."

Mr. Bakugou wasn't asking when he handed over the uniform and you're confused from the get-go. No one else in the office wore a uniform- there was a dress code, sure, but not a uniform.

You expected a polo shirt with the company's logo on it, but that wasn't the case at all. Inside the packaging he'd handed you was a fairly low-cut button-up shirt with thin material that you could almost see through and a tight skirt that was just barely long enough to be appropriate.

You confronted him immediately, but he convinced you that it was nothing personal. "This is what every personal assistant wears" and "If you quit over something like this, I'll make sure to tell every company you apply to just how petty you are."

He had connections- there was no way you could fight this anymore. It was appropriate, and that was enough, wasn't it? Mr. Bakugou sure seemed to think so, with the way his eyes trailed over your form every time you walked by his desk.

The next request was to move your desk right next to his. You'd been in the corner and you had been happy there, but no longer would you have any privacy. But this wasn't something you could refuse- you were his personal assistant after all.

It just felt creepy to be watched so often.

Mr. Bakugou started requesting that you ate at your desk. If you wanted something from the break room, he'd get it for you. He was the only other person in the office that ate at his desk. You missed talking with your coworkers and not looking down at your sandwich in silence, being scrutinized by your intimidating boss.

Then, he started asking you to tie his tie every morning. Apparently he'd been wearing clip-ons and why he decided to change to normal ones now was a mystery to you. Maybe it was because he seemed to get a kick out of how your trembling hands did their best not to brush against his clothed chest.

He had the smuggest smile you'd ever seen when he asked you to button up his shirt one morning. That's where you drew a line and he immediately had his hands up in defense, claiming that he'd just been joking and telling you to lighten up. You wanted to believe that, but then why did he leave his shirt unbuttoned in the first place?

Today, you felt as though an even worse request was lingering, unasked, in the air. You couldn't explain it, but you could tell your boss was mulling over how to ask you the question he wanted to.

It was late. Much later than the time you were supposed to leave, but that was nothing new. He seemed to like keeping you overtime, but you couldn't put your finger on the reason why. Was it a powertrip, perhaps?

With shaky hands, you continued filing his paperwork, doing your best not to make any mistakes under his sharp eye. He made a noise of dissent suddenly, making you jump in your seat and pivot to face him immediately.

"You've been avoiding me lately," he scoffed. Your back straightened in your chair in confusion and slight fear at his pissed tone.

"How can I avoid you? I never leave the office." It was true- except to go home, you never left the office once during work hours and beyond.

"That's not what I mean," Mr. Bakugou's voice raised, angrier at your response than you expected. Your lip quivered a little as you shrank into yourself, trying to make yourself as small as possible. "You're avoiding my gaze, you're not talking, you're just... ugh."

You were confused. The two of you never talked and you'd always avoided his gaze, even before this personal assistant promotion. Had you been somehow doing that more often these days, perhaps to avoid getting asked to do something terrible?

"Sorry," you couldn't help the meek apology from slipping from your lips automatically, "I must have been a little overwhelmed. I'll... I'll work harder not to..."

"Come here." Mr. Bakugou demanded sternly.

Gulping down your trepidation, you shakily walked in front of his desk, where he'd asked you to stand. He beckoned you even closer with a finger and you stepped closer until your knees were pressing against the mahogany.

"Lean over, idiot." Ah, the insults. You hadn't heard those in a while.

You hesitantly did so and a smirk spread across his face.

"Kiss me."

"Wh-what?!" You were sure you'd misheard somehow, taking a shaky step backwards to physically distance yourself in case he decided to fulfill the request on his own.

"Hmph, I thought maybe you'd comply. Maybe you grew a spine after that shirt button incident," Mr. Bakugou didn't seem too upset, more like he was bored of your answer.

"Yes, well, both requests are extremely inappropriate. I-I'll be leaving now. And I'll be speaking to HR in the morning!" You suddenly felt braver, now that he didn't seem angry at you. Sure, you didn't have any proof, but maybe they'd take you seriously. If not, you'd quit and find a job not in this damned field!

Mr. Bakugou rested his fist on his fist, a slight smile on his face. A genuine one, not a smirk or smug grin like you were used to, "Go ahead, babe."

Babe?! You stood up and stormed out of the office, not bothering to clock out. He could do that for you, that asshole. You were done with all of his shit requests and treatment.

Too bad you'd never get a chance to take it all up with HR in the morning.

Not when Mr. Bakugou had a backup plan.