Amethyst. (Katsuki Bakugo x Reader)

PART 18 - Beneath the Midnight Calm

A few days later, the day of the internship arrived. I packed my suitcase carefully, double-checking that I had everything I needed. Best Jeanist's agency wasn't too far from home—about an hour and a half by train—but I wouldn't have the luxury of returning anytime soon. This would be my home for the next several days, and while I wasn't sure what to expect, I felt ready for whatever came my way.

When I arrived, the agency's atmosphere struck me immediately. It was different from my father's agency in every possible way. There was no imposing grandeur, no overwhelming sense of authority. Best Jeanist's agency was quiet, controlled, and precise. Everyone moved with a clear sense of purpose, like they were part of a well-oiled machine, each piece functioning perfectly within the whole.

The sidekick who greeted me at the entrance mirrored that same calm professionalism. "Y/N Todoroki? Welcome. We've been expecting you."

I nodded politely, my eyes wandering as I followed him through the sleek hallways. "This place is... different," I said, more to myself than to him.

The sidekick glanced over his shoulder with a slight smile. "Best Jeanist believes in control in all things. That extends to how we operate here. You'll find that everything has its place."

There was something about the way the agency functioned that immediately put me at ease—like the tension that usually coiled in my chest had loosened just a little. It felt... organized, like there wasn't room for chaos here.

Finally, we stopped outside a set of large doors. "Best Jeanist is expecting you," the sidekick said, gesturing toward the doors.

I reached for the handle, but before I could turn it, the doors swung open. Standing in the doorway, arms crossed and scowling as usual, was none other than Katsuki Bakugo.

"What the hell are you doing here, Frostburn?" Katsuki's voice was sharp as ever, his crimson eyes narrowing at me.

I blinked in shock, momentarily frozen. "What am I doing here? What are you doing here?"

Katsuki snorted, looking at me like I was an idiot. "Dumbass, this is my internship."

I stood there for a second, trying to process. Of all the places he could've ended up, Bakugo interning with Best Jeanist seemed... out of character. He was all about explosive displays of power, always showing off—this quiet, methodical agency didn't seem like his style at all.

"You? Here? With Best Jeanist?" I couldn't keep the disbelief out of my voice.

"Yeah, what of it?" Katsuki's eyes flashed as his scowl deepened. "You think just 'cause I blow shit up, I can't handle this?"

"No," I quickly backtracked, still thrown off by the revelation. "I just... didn't expect it."

He rolled his eyes and stepped aside, letting me into the room. "Tch. Don't think you're special just 'cause you're here, Todoroki. This ain't your territory."

I raised an eyebrow. "Didn't say it was."

Before either of us could fire off another round of retorts, a voice cut through the tension.

"Welcome," came the calm, measured voice of Best Jeanist. He stood tall, hands clasped in front of him, his posture as perfect as always. "I trust Bakugo has given you his own version of a greeting."

Katsuki scoffed but kept his mouth shut, which I imagined was as respectful as he was going to get.

I smiled faintly. "I think I'm getting used to his brand of hospitality."

Best Jeanist's eyes settled on me, his calm gaze unwavering. "Good. You'll find that control and discipline are the foundations of this agency. It's not only about mastering your quirk but refining your mind and body as one. Here, there is no rushing—no shortcuts. Everything must be done with precision."