ᵇᵏtruth bomb!

06

the meeting would start in a small moment, that's what the receptionist told you as you stood next to mirko, who you pulled aside to talk to.

placing your hands on either side of her shoulders, you let her have it.
"mirko, why would you choose to work here of all places?"

"i wanted to play wingman for my favorite partner. sue me."

"but– this is making everything worse! why couldn't you have just done this in a week! or better yet- never!" you cried, stomping a foot on the floor.

"i didn't want or need any help- any now i'll have to spend tomorrow on some awkward random patrol!"

"it won't be so awkward, remember that me and that best jeanist guy will be there too."

"like, third-wheeling? thanks a lot. that really helps me feel better."

"think nothing of it. anyways, this is for the better. i caught wind of you and the girls' plan. it really sucked. maybe my plan will end up working. you never know."

"so? and what if it doesn't?"

"then what? you already got rejected didn't you?"

"yes." a beat passed, your glare only getting stronger. "you're so annoying."

"you love me though, anyways it's time." she
grabs your hand and guides you to the meeting room.

you're sat right next to katsuki, though you do your best not to look at him. it's awkward enough just thinking about how you'd even salvage the relationship you had before, so you try not to.

you realize way too late that you'd managed to zone out through the entire mission. the map displayed virtually might as well had been in another language, the suspects and victims melting into each other, the objectives not clear.
the only notable thing to you was a random, large red circle over a part of the city. but besides that you had no idea what was going on, and based on the look on mirko's face, listening along was vital.

you brushed it off. not thinking that it was that important, and your instincts hadn't failed you that horrifically yet.

you exited the room besides mirko, who had gotten the two of you a hotel for the two nights you were staying here. a penthouse suite awaited you. you would've been more thankful, if not for her betrayal of you earlier.

the night was swift, faster than you wanted it to be. you found yourself already in your hero outfit at the crack of dawn, trudging alongside mirko.
one word described the streets. busy, full of life. something you weren't really used to.

stealth missions and random outposts were where you were usually sent, nobody seen for ages. so maybe you should have spent a bit more time paying attention to the mission debrief..

"is it always like this?" you questioned to bakugo, who stood right next to you.

"what do you mean?"

"like. busy."

"oh, yeah it is. always pretty boring though. no smart villain would make an attack with so many people around. at least one hero would be stationed over here."

"guess you're right."

"i know i am."
and he was proven right. the side of town you two were stationed to, seperate from mirko and jeanist, was completely fine.

the only thing you two had done the whole day was save a cat out of a tree, handing it to a little girl who looked up at you with stars in her eyes as you did.

it was afternoon now, and your shift was officially over. you slumped against a wall dramatically, slipping down onto the floor as you breathed a sigh of relief.

katsuki sat next to you, a close proximity between you two not foreign usually, though with the weird back and forth that had been going on thus far, it was nice to know he still considered you to be close.

"'m fucking hungry." he finally said, making you laugh. "that's what you're thinking of right now?"

"no. not really."

"well, then what is it? im thinking about how that cat kinda looked like you--"

"it's you, [name]." your eyes widened and jaw went slack, you moved to speak but he raised a hand.

he takes a breath. "let me talk, okay." he moved to face you, and at your nod, he continued.

"you confuse me. for years we've gotten close, comfortable. but all of a sudden you avoided me like the plague. i hated it." his face changes with a mixture of emotions.

"i.. i really fucking like you. and i'm confused as if you feel the same way, you seemed pissed to even be with me right now so. it's just odd. you're acting odd.

because sometimes you're like fucking into me. you even brought me lunch at some point. and now with the ignoring me bullshit? i just don't get it." he dropped his shoulders, eyes widening slightly.

"so do you like me or not? or should i just leave you the fuck alone?"

"yes! and no."

his face scrunched up in confusion. "so-"

"ugh! just shut up! i like you- okay? is that what you wanted to hear?"

"yes, actually." he breathed a sigh of relief, a joking hand laid over his chest. "you're confusing."

"i know."

"you're close."

"i mean you sat here-"

"can i kiss you?"

a crack of sunlight dawned through the small corridor, illuminating his eyes, and to him your body. you knew what you'd say for yourself, but you didn't mind this time.

because it's what you truly wanted.

"i thought you'd never ask."

you felt his lips on yours in an instant, his arms wrapping around your lower back and caging you into him, the buzzing of your phone going unnoticed as he tilted his head against yours.
breathless. the only real word you could use to describe how you felt right now, after having pulled away.

you didn't have a chance to wipe your lip gloss off his face, not before mirko and jeanist stood behind you two, her hands on her hips as a smirk came over her face.

"i see someone was having fun."

oh right. the mission..