Black, dirty, overused and muddy boots stepped foot into a nice building. Apart from the very much obvious clean and open look to it, this was the agency of someone who'd never once in his life thought that he'd own a building quite this neat looking. His eyes would usually dart around the buildings excessively and overly long hallways, usually always study all the nice white textures of the walls and the special poster of himself, plastered on what everyone accused of being purposefully and surely out of selfishness, right next to his very own office.
His black and orange boots made a little sound for every step he took. He was not in a hurry but his job was stressful, so acting as if you were always in a hurry seemed to have been deemed the smartest thing for this kind of job. His narrowed red eyes scanned the room until they met with the usual black desk where fan mail and other non-important mails would be delivered. Sitting there, and typing on a grey laptop, was the nice lady with dark purple eyes, almost black, and a dark brown sharp bowlcut that only just reached the end of her neck. Her face was one of many freckles and it reminded him of someone he used to see wherever he went. A nerd, useless klutz. He almost let out a sneer but was interrupted by the nice lady's greeting.
"Kacchan! Good to see you." She smiled and waved, then immediately went to a pull-out drawer from underneath the sharp cornered black desk.
"For the ever-loving fuck. I'm pretty sure this is the millionth god damn time I'm telling you this; Just refer to me by my last name, Aratao. It's not 'Kacchan'. B.A.K.U.G.O.U. got that?" he let out an annoyed snarl, accompanied by a growl as the nice lady named Aratao laughed at his comment. She knew that, as Bakugou had told her again and again how annoyed he was that she referred to him by his hero name. she would always shrug and correct herself by his wish, although she utterly believed that a hero should always have their coworkers and sidekicks refer to them by their hero name. she noticed Bakugou was leaving her desk, so she did the best of her ability to keep him at her there. "sir Bakugou, it'd be wise to stay here. I got something quite important to give you!" she waved a little creased letter out for Bakugou in a rather exaggerated manner, almost like an angler trying to lure a fish to take a bite into the hook. Bakugou rolled his eyes and released a downright tired sigh, exhaling as sharply as a busy hero could manage. Walking back towards Aratao he snatched the letter angrily from her waving hand.
He took a brief look at the creased letter, his patience running out slowly. "The hell? I swear Aratao, by the name of All Might himself, if this is another 'deemed important' fan mail, I'll fucking-"
"HOLY FUCKTRUCKS AND SHITCOASTERS! " He exclaimed, eyes widening. His baby-faced features changing drastically from pissed off, to shocked beyond belief. The 26-year-old man felt a slight twitch at the corner of his lips, even though this was no time to be smiling. He looked up from the letter to find Aratao nodding sharply. "I recommend you read it in your own office. It's most likely very important, coming from the man himself." Bakugou returned a determined nod back, and darted as fast as possible, to his own office just at the end of the hallway. He closed the door in a hurry, and locked it, then proceeded to try to open the door three times to make sure it was locked for good. Bakugou placed the letter harshly down on his own black wooden desk and then went to the left of his office to open up a huge closet-like locker there. He close to tore his gauntlets off his hands, and pulled his head mask off. He threw all of it into the locker, and then went to sit down at his desk. Picking up the letter once again, Bakugou scanned the name of the man whom had send him the letter. Yep, this was him; there was absolutely no mistake whatsoever. The sender who's name read as 'Yagi Toshinori' in bold kanji. The once symbol of peace had send him a letter. All Might himself had send Bakugou a letter. This must be, without a single doubt, extremely important and urgent.
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Together once more
Actionsomething big and terrible is going down in USA, and they are requiring assistance from Japan. it's been over 10 years, and all of the class 1-A students now have their own agencies, work as heroes, do their own things. as Bakugou walks into his off...