𝗕𝗶𝗴 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗳 𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 | 𝗧𝗪𝗢

Bakugou Katsuki

Workshopped Romance 

Synopsis: Working for a hero costume designer has its perks like; meeting heroes, playing with cool technologies, getting you're name out- Y/n didn't  really expect her own boss will try and hook her up with a customer. 

. . . 

'You know, you shouldn't be thanking me Mr Bakugou. I haven't done anything- my young mentor has been working your case.'

                     His costume sits in a presentable bag with her infamous two dots. His fingers are wrapped loosely around the shoelace handles as it sits on the last rung of his finger tips. While he's shocked about the news it doesn't faze his exterior outlook. His eyes dart past Nimaru Sasori, towards you as obvious exhilarating cherry red eyes set bare themselves deep into your flesh.

                  Other fabrics pool in your arms, tediously heavy and beginning to drain what little muscles in your arms you had. You're stopped, on a diagonal plain to him after hearing your mentor's words. Her hands dramatically waved to your presence.

'You should really discuss further advancements to her, not me, she's a super star in this world- she'll definitely surpass me!' Her voice is whimsical, matches the triumphant emotions Midnight places into the string of her sentences, yet causes your face to go red as you wave over.

                    You bow to him though he simply doesn't acknowledge any power imbalance in the relationship between him and you. You were both the same age so respect was not necessary or demanded from either of you. She shares an excited look before running off from the chaos she started.

'Mr Bakugou it's a pleas-' 'No need for formalities, I haven't done anything to deserve it as of yet.' he cuts you off, 'Uhm- Bakugou then. It's a real pleasure working for you. Your comfort and aid for your quirk are my highest priority, I hope you do find it to your liking based on the information you've given us.'

                   Your eyes stare to the left, unable to make contact as your cheeks sear with redness. He makes no attempt to stare at anything else other than you. Your fingers fidget with the raw edge of the fabric trying to calm yourself down from an obvious explosion.

'Tell him what you're thinking about his costume y/n! Tell him!' Sasori interrupts,

                    She acts as a living icebreaker if there was ever one. While it's comforting that she breaks in every now and again this situation arose because of her. She sits on a stool in the background watching the two of you as if it's some day romance drama where everyone already knows the ending but are still shocked when it happens and you have to wait till next week to find out what happens. Always leaving you on a cliffhanger.

'Uhm- well we are moving into the colder months now and since your quirk works on your sweat I recommend we move towards a costume with blast proof thermal wear, and perhaps a heat fabric that allows your arms to sweat but keeps the rest of your body at a manageable temperature.' Your thoughts spewed out and by the time you had finished you released you had made the decision for him, your eyes snapped up to him flustered, 'I'm sorry! It's up to you it's just a suggestion- If you don't want it is fine it's not like a big deal and I know it sounds like it will affect your overall quirk amount it probably might just decrease if by a few numbers and I just really don't know the specifics of your quirk just the bare minimum and now i'm insulting you and I can't stop tal-'

'It's fine...' he grumbles, his hands placed into the pockets of his sweatpants, 'If you think it's important then do it.' he sighs once more and his eyes drop to the floor in a nervous manner, 'If it helps you, you can come to UA to watch me on Wednesday to better the knowledge you have on me-' 'IT'S A DATE!'

                     Interrupted by Sasori who cheers around you too, he just shakes it off and begins to head towards the door.

'Thanks Bakugou, I'll see you Wednesday.'

                        With that he leaves with a soft nod and your attention and pent up aggression turns to your mentor. She giggles to herself and before you can shout out to her in what thought she got the idea to say it was a date she speaks.

'Aww the way he was staring at you... love at first sight at its finest'

                      Her hands clasp together, as she begins to sway reminiscing on moments she thought was love but it was rather a miscellaneous number of one night stands. Your shoulder hits as you walk past embarrassed and angered. Your head turns around arms sluggish as they're filled with fabric. Perhaps she was true but you didn't want to be delusional about something if it never was there in the first place.

'Get back to work.' you grumbled.