10 Things You Should Never Do At Work

#1 Never mess up the coffee

This is a Ceo AU, some things might not be accurate. I'm rewriting my previous story a little differently, and better. I hope you enjoy it, I promise it'll be more modest.. more demure.. - LL

No one POV:

Izuku Midoriya was a mess.

In the bustling, sleek office of Bakugo Enterprises, where every inch of space exuded power and precision, Izuku stood out like a sore thumb. His tie was always slightly askew, his paperwork perpetually disorganized, and when it came to making coffee... that was a whole other disaster. The worst part? He was hopelessly, utterly in love with his boss, Katsuki Bakugo.

Katsuki Bakugo, the CEO, a man who commanded respect and fear in equal measure. He was the kind of man who could silence a room with a single glare, whose presence demanded attention, and whose every word was law. But to Izuku, he was more than just a boss. He was the embodiment of everything Izuku admired; strength, determination, and charisma that set Izuku's heart racing every time their paths crossed.

Of course, Izuku was fully aware that his affection was doomed to be one-sided. Bakugo was everything he wasn't; strong, confident, and capable. Meanwhile, Izuku couldn't even brew a cup of coffee without spilling half of it on his way to Bakugo's office. He could never get it right.

"Deku!" Bakugo's voice was like a thunderclap, and Izuku jolted, nearly dropping the tray he was carrying.

"Yes, K-Kacchan?" Izuku stammered, using the childhood nickname that he still couldn't shake, even after all these years. He regretted it instantly, his face flushing with embarrassment as Bakugo's sharp eyes narrowed at him. 

"What did I tell you about using that name here?" Bakugo growled, leaning back in his plush office chair, his hands steepled as he stared down the flustered assistant. 

"S-Sorry, Mr. Bakugo!" Izuku quickly corrected himself, his voice trembling as he set the tray on Bakugo's desk. "Here's your coffee, sir." He took a step back and fixed his hair while awaiting his verdict. 

Bakugo eyed the cup suspiciously, knowing all too well what to expect. He picked it up, took a deliberate sip, and then grimaced as the bitter, too-strong coffee assaulted his taste buds. With a slow, exaggerated movement, he set the cup down, his gaze never leaving Izuku's face.

"Can't even make a decent cup of coffee, can you?" Bakugo's voice was cold, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes, something that Izuku, in his nervous state, couldn't quite decipher.

"I-I'm really sorry! I'll make another one right away!" Izuku stammered, reaching for the cup with trembling hands. He cursed himself for being so hopelessly incompetent, for not even being able to do something as simple as making coffee right. But before he could take the cup, Bakugo's hand shot out, gripping his wrist tightly.

"Don't bother," Bakugo said, his voice low. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through Izuku, his breath hitching as Bakugo's grip tightened just enough to make his point. "You're useless, but for some reason, I keep you around."

Izuku's heart pounded in his chest, the mix of fear, shame, and something dangerously close to hope swirling inside him. He wanted to ask why Bakugo tolerated his incompetence, why he kept him as his assistant when anyone else would have been fired long ago. But the words stuck in his throat, too afraid of the answer to voice the question.

Bakugo let go of his wrist, and Izuku instinctively took a step back, his eyes downcast. He felt like a child being scolded, the humiliation burning in his chest. But there was also a strange thrill in the way Bakugo's attention lingered on him, in the way his sharp eyes followed his every move.