𝒜𝓇𝒶𝒸𝒽𝓃𝑜𝒾𝒹 || 𝒦.𝐵. 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔬𝔫𝔢

You felt a shoulder nudge you awake. You mumble as you lift your head and see Bakugou next to you. The world finally starts to come to and you realize you fell asleep on him. You spring up from your seat and immediately see stars. You stumble mentally as you stand still focusing on the seat infront of you until the dizzy feeling fades.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to fall asleep- I swear I wasn't even that tired." You stuttered a couple words as you spoke.

"'ts fine." Bakugou muttered as he stood up and waited for you to go through the train doors out into the Tokyo station.

You guys chatted about Jeanist's agency and why you wanted to intern there while you used GPS and your papers for directions. It took you two around 35 minutes walking time to get to the said building. It was very tall and sleek. Much expected of an agency of a pro hero like Jeanist.

You guys walk in and are immediately greeted by a nice man probably in what seemed to be his early 30's sitting at the front desk. You show him your internship paper's officially issued by UA and he nods and directs you and Bakugou to the elevator.

The ride in the elevator was a bit awkward, given how you could probably hear a pin drop cause of how quiet it was. The elevator chimed a beeping sound signaling you were at the 6th floor. The two of you walked out, Bakugou leading you as if he knew the way.

"Do you know where you're going?" You asked skeptical of his directions while looking at the paper where it shows the room number.

"Of course I do. I studied the agency layout before coming here. You didn't?" He replies keeping his gaze forward while looking at the plaque panels on the left side of each door as if he was looking for a specific one.

"No..? How much of a nerd do you have to be to memorize the entire layout?" You laughed in your head a little at your own joke of him being a nerd. He surely didn't have the appearance to be a nerd but the thought of him with glasses muttering like Midoriya made you giggle to yourself.

His head whips behind him towards you, giving you a glare as he rolls his eyes choosing to ignore that comment. A couple moments after he abruptly stops making you run into the middle of his shoulder blades. You grimace as you look up and then to the left where the gold panel reads ' 207 '.

'I guess he really did know where he was going. hm. ' You shrugged off the annoyance that he didn't warn you before stopping as he knocked on the door rather loudly. Your eyebrows furrow to him as a tall blonde man also known as the one and only Best Jeanist opens the door.

"Katsuki Bakugou; F/n L/n, please, come in" Best Jeanist says with a faint smile in his eyes.

The two of you step in as he goes over rules, behavior requirements, curfew for the hotel, etc. Bakugou seems like he's half-mindedly listening to Jeanist, while you're putting your whole heart and soul into what he's saying. Really compares you two's commitment. (just kidding we know Bakugou is paying full attention)

Both of you end up being dismissed after the debrief of what's going to happen while you guys are here. So tomorrow according to Jeanist, you two are going to showcase him signature moves (if you have one, if not; he will help you create one. Like he said "a good hero must have a signature move to be known by)

But for now, you two were told to unpack and get to know the place. "Become familiar with your surroundings." So that's what you did, you unpacked and laid on the queen size bed of your hotel room. You pulled out your phone and decided to text Bakugou.

You: unpacked yet ?

Bakugou: Yea.
Bakugou: You?

You: yeah
You: so what are you planning
to show jeanist tmr ? dyk ?

Bakugou: Maybe howitzers impact
idk yet tho. What are you showing
him?

You: no clue, ive never thought of
a 'signature move'
You: any ideas? i dont want to
seem unprepared.

Bakugou: You are. Very
unprepared.

You: 🤬🤬

'Bakugou' laughed at your message '🤬🤬'

You: wanna hangout?

Bakugou: Why should I say
yes?

You: cause im awesome sauce😎

Bakugou: That's a lie. Try
telling the truth and I'll consider
it.

You: 😐
You: 🙄
You: cause im lonely in here

Bakugou: Coming.

You put your phone down as you start to smile a bit, but you catch yourself and stare off into space for a while. Hearing a knock at the door of your hotel you go to the door and look through the peephole on your tip toes. Seeing who it is you open the door with a slight grin on your face.

"Helloo" You greet him as you elongate the 'o'.

Bakugou grunts in response as he goes and flops on your bed. You roll your eyes internally contemplating your decision of asking him to come over.

"What were you planning to do while I'm here?" He asks while resting his head on top of his hands behind his head while he lays back into the plush material.

You shrug, "I don't know. I guess I didn't really think about it." You go to sit down on the sofa infront of the TV turned around with your stomach against the backrest facing Bakugou.

He gives you a look of confusion and remark, "So what I'm hearing is that you just wanted my company?"

Grimacing, you shake your head, "No, well- yeah I guess- but not in a weird way. You know?"

Bakugou grins a little, "Yea sure."

There's a small moment of silence before you speak again, "This is the most tame I've ever seen you."

His eyebrows furrow, "Tame? What, you're comparing me to a dog now?"

You smirk, "If the shoe fits."

He scowled as he looked to the wall on his right, "Whatever".

"So how are you liking it here? Feeling like home yet?" You ask trying to spark conversation.

He shrugs as he looks back at you with tired eyes, "Nope. You?"

You shake your head, "No but it will have to do for a week."

Bakugou nods as he pulls out his phone and you two just sit in a comfortable silence. You stand up and walk over to the bed and lay near him. It's your bed after all. He doesn't seem to mind as he ignores the sudden weight added to the side of the bed next to him.

After a couple minutes of watching either instagram reels or tiktoks you hear light snoring coming from the left of you. You look over to see the blonde passed out with his forearm over his eyes blocking the dimmed light.

You choose to let him be and put a blanket over him, messily of course who are you? His mother? You end up falling asleep on the sofa with another blanket and a nightlight soon after.

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