Red lights

Chapter 4

Bakugo's three day weekend went by far too quickly for his liking. As he had suspected the marks hadn't faded at all from Thursday night and he could feel the curious stares of his coworkers as he wandered towards the break room. Making himself a strong cup of coffee he sat down heavily in one of the chairs. His lower back complained and he shivered as a sharp bout of pain ran up his spine.

Leaning forward Bakugo propped his head on one of his hands while he stirred the scalding drink with the other. He heard footsteps from behind before a hand landed on his shoulder and the annoying voice he knew and kinda cared for asked.

"Hey Bakubro, how yo- OH WOW you had fun over the weekend didn't you." Bakugo looked across the table as the redhead sat opposite him. His usual bright smile seemed slightly forced and Bakugo could feel him eyeing his hickeys and bite marks. Bakugo rolled his eyes in an exaggerated fashion.

"If you got something to say, say it Kirishima. I know you're my ex and all but it doesn't mean i'm heart broken. That was almost a year ago." Kirishima seemed to flinch at the harsh words that came from Bakugo's mouth but he couldn't deny it. He seemed to look over Bakugo's features before shrugging and standing. Placing a hand on Bakugo's shoulders he gave him a forced smile.

"Well just so you know I still like you, so please, at least talk to me. If not as a possible lover then as friends." Kirishima gave him one last sad look before leaving the way he had entered and dissapearing around the corner.

Bakugo sighed and rested his head on the table, his now lukewarm coffee lay abandoned to his side. He placed the spoon in his mouth and sucked on it absentmindedly. This week had been a mess. A few days before his holiday Kirishima had tried to ask him on a date, despite being told he wasn't looking for a partner. Then he had to interview the 'villain' before giving him his number and having mind blowing sex. Then he had stayed for breakfast, given him a goodbye kiss and even said they were going to meet again.

Bakugo groaned as he felt his cheeks warm up, his head seemed like it would split from all the thinking he had been doing recently. He felt a tap on the head and looked around to see Chief Aizawa looking down at him in pity.

"Was the extra day not enough, need a few more days?" Bakugo shook his head, slightly shocked at his superior's concern.

"Don't worry Chief I just need a bit of time to wake up." Aizawa seemed to understand this and picked up Bakugo's now cold coffe and downed it in one. He grimaced at the flavour.

"What did you put in here, salt?!?" Bakugo grinned at his disgust and simply nodded.

"i mean it's better than sugar right?" Aizawa stared down at Bakugo in disgust, as if the thought of him enjoying it without sugar wasn't allowed. He gave up though, knowing he would never be able to change the hot-blooded man's mind.

"Well be ready for the work trip in two days, and umm... yeah just don't do that again near me, i might throw up." Aizawa pointed towards the empty cup before sighing in defeat at Bakgo's half-hearted shrug in response. Turning around the man made himself a large mug of coffee with an unhealthy amount of sugar, before making his way back to his office to do 'important' things. (everyone in the office knew he was just sleeping but they never complained, when he had to he could get the job done.)

With a disheartened sigh Bakugo dragged himself to the counter, quickly washing the mug he hadn't the chance to use. Dropping the now spotless cup onto the drying rack he returned to his desk to continue with the torturous hours of paperwork that he dreaded. Dropping himself onto his swively chair he spun himself around a few times to motivate himself before putting on his glasses.

The years of constantly having the bright light of his explosion in his eyes had made it harder to make out precise shapes like small letters. Thanks to this Aizawa had suggested glasses. Bakugo hated his glasses but if he wanted to get the work done in time to go home they were needed.

Picking up one of the black biros Bakugo quickly set to work on the papers. Scribbling criminal names, crimes and signatures in incredible speed while maintaining it's perfect legibility. Bakugo's concentration was so powerful that even when Midoriya bumped into his desk he didn't notice and continued to write.

The only thing that stopped Bakugo from working well into the night was when he leaned across his desk to grab a new pen his back clicked loudly and painfully. Bakugo's face fell onto his desk and he let out a pained groan. It had been days and he still wasn't fully recovered, guess it was lucky he didn't stay for longer.

Bakugo felt a tap on his shoulder and he shifted his head, not lifting it off the table. There stood his coworker Uraraka. She looked a little concerned before giving her usual overjoyous smile and placing a mug beside him.

"If you're going to stay late at least get something to drink. After your break you came in looking even more tired than usual if possible." Bakugo nodded in appreciation of her kind gesture. Over the years she had calmed down a lot but still kept her bubbly personality even after witnessing her best friend's death in a criminal shootout.

After a while she realised she wouldn't get any more words of praise besides the nod so she left, locking up her drawer and leaving out the side door. Bakugo leaned back and stretched his sore muscles above his head, he hated desk duty. He felt a need to get out on the field and do something, ANYTHING. Even simply patrolling was better than paperwork.

Stuffing the large stacks of paper into his desk's drawer he locked it with the key he kept tied to his work shirt before sipping on the delicious coffee he had been handed. Surprisingly it wasn't disgustingly sweet and he dropped the empty mug into the sink before deciding not to bother and grabbing his coat from the staff locker room. Walking out to his motorbike he started the engine and went home his usual way. He had a lot of packing to do after all.