Unveiled Winds || Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Chapter 9 - Silent Understandings

The day begins with the comforting buzz of the agency around you, a stark contrast to the quiet of the morning outside. You're on the phone, strolling through the corridors of the agency, a soft smile playing on your lips as you listen to your sister's enthusiastic chatter on the other end.

"I saw you on the news last night! Taking down those villains! Who knew my little sister was so cool" your sister gushes, her excitement palpable even through the phone.

You chuckle, feeling a warmth spread through you at her words. "Thanks, sis. It was just part of the job, you know? But I'm glad it made you happy."

As you round a corner, the sounds of the agency grow louder, a symphony of heroics in progress. It's in this bustling atmosphere that a very familiar voice cuts through the air, its volume unmistakable even from a distance. Bakugou's voice, sharp and commanding, echoes down the hall, a verbal tirade likely directed at some unfortunate soul who's crossed his path.

Your sister pauses, the background noise catching her attention. "Is that Dynamite? He sounds pissed lol"

You can't help but laugh, a sense of amusement mingling with a touch of fondness. "Yeah, that's him. Probably yelling at someone for not doing something his way. It's a daily occurrence around here."

As you watch the scene unfold, you tell your sister, "Hey, I've got to go. We'll catch up later, okay? Love you."

Hanging up, you pocket your phone and approach the group. Bakugou's focus is razor-sharp, his dedication to excellence clear in every word, even if his delivery could use a little softening. It's a side of him that many don't get to see up close—the relentless drive that makes him one of the best, despite his explosive temperament.

As you step closer, his lecture pauses, and for a moment, his fiery gaze meets yours.

Suddenly, Bakugou's attention snaps at you, his expression shifting to one of irritation. "And where have you been?" he demands.

Wiping sweat from your forehead, you meet his intense gaze with a casual defiance. "Jeez dude, what crawled up your ass?" Your response is followed by a smirk, effortlessly tossing his irritation back at him.

In response, Bakugou's scowl deepens, his sharp gaze cutting through the air between you. The atmosphere seems to thicken with his growing annoyance, a tangible sign of his frustration at your nonchalant demeanor.

He huffs, the frustration evident in his posture as he crosses his arms. "I've got several agencies breathing down my neck for assistance, and the Hero Commission is demanding updates every hour. And here we are, still without any new leads on the case." He glares at you, his tone accusing, "And you weren't here earlier when we could've used the extra hands. Every moment counts."

"Wow, suki~ you truly are a wreck without me," you say, teasingly, watching for his reaction.

At the mention of the nickname, Bakugou's irritation seems to momentarily flicker into surprise before he recomposes himself. "Don't start with that nickname crap,"

Sighing, you reach into your pocket, pulling out something small but significant. Without looking up at Bakugou, you simply say, "Give me your hand." Your tone is firm, yet there's an underlying softness, a shift from the playful defiance.

Bakugou, visibly confused, watches as you pull out a pen. His brows furrow in puzzlement, the frustration momentarily replaced by curiosity. "Just give me your hand," you repeat, a giggle escaping you as you see his bewildered expression.

Bakugou awkwardly raises his hand, still somewhat guarded but intrigued by your actions. As you grab his hand, there's a brief moment of contact that seems to bridge the gap between your usual banter and something more personal, more intimate.