Spark Of Oblivion

Chapter 2

It was his job to integrate him into every aspect that came along with being a hero, he could not just defeat the villains to become an exemplary one. To aid the stubbornest person he had ever encountered, he shall help by compelling him to work with a person who got under his thick skin. Though he hated most of his fellow heroes, it was her that irked him into madness, and only she could guide him out of his anger and welcome him into the light.

Aki tried to shove her nervousness down her throat as she walked to Best Jeanist's office. She had been called in. For the first time in the 829 days she had been working for him—well, not really for him. For Bakugo. But he was his supervisor, which meant: Double authority.

With every passing step she took in its direction, she struggled to find an issue she might have caused because, truthfully, she was a very diligent worker, no matter how much she quarreled with Katsuki. She always did her work efficiently, meticulously, and on time, of course.

That was why Bakugo couldn't find a legitimate reason to fire her yet.

A vital breeze of calmness swept over her at the thought. She was not in trouble. She simply couldn't be.

As she waited for allowed entrance after knocking on his door, she couldn't help but notice that her coworkers on the colorful floor were curiously side glancing over at her.

She couldn't be insulted by their prying stares considering that she had been involved in more private conversations with Best Jeanist in the last week than most of the heroes working under him in the span of their entire careers ever were.

Taking statements, testifying, and working cooperatively with the police was not something that could be done in a heartbeat. Especially when it was meant to be done secretly. On the bright side, it meant less time spent with Bakugo.

But the matter with Yurei Kurayami was finished for good, or so she thought.

"Please enter."

Aki confidently stepped into the spacious, denim-coated office, even as she felt nervous. She wouldn't allow herself to back down or look unsure.

But that plan was immediately turned to ash as she abruptly halted when she noticed two things: a broad, well-sculpted back belonging to an ashy blond head, and a serious-looking Best Jeanist. Tension was dancing in the air, thick enough for a dagger to slice smoothly through it.

Bakugo wasn't facing her, but Hoshino saw his defined muscles tense as Best Jeanist told her to sit down in the chair next to him, across from his desk.

Aki risked a quick peek at Bakugo and immediately regretted it. He looked utterly frigid, his usual hot temper frozen into cold rage. He stared holes into the wall, arms crossed.

What is going on?

"Hoshino, how are you feeling today?" Best Jeanist asked calmly, as if this were a time Aki would appreciate small talk.

The best one can feel when you work for Bakugo, she almost said instinctively but restrained herself from it.

"As usual," she said flatly, because honestly, nobody in this room cared about a real answer to the question.

"Good, I'm glad."

She nodded, watching him, waiting.

"Let me be straightforward. As we searched Blink's house, we found something," he halted, "a list."

"A list," she repeated, sounding cautious and confused all at once.

"Indeed. There were 12 names written on it. A thorough research concluded that all of the people went missing in the span of last year. There was no connection between the cases, as all went missing in a different way with no evidence left behind." Why was he telling her this? A mere assistant.