Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader)

Unexpected Plans

"Did you actually tell Tsukauchi that you want me to be your partner for the stakeout?"

The day had now ended and Overhaul's jacket rested on your shoulders. Your phone leaned on some stacked books as you typed away on your laptop. As the both of you were chatting, you were typing some reports that you had to pass in a couple of days. On the other end, he was busy scribbling notes and signing papers.

"Is there a problem?" His eyes were focused and glued to the paperwork.

"None that I can think of~" Your fingers stopped typing. Fiddling with your fingers, you chewed on your lower lip. "I just, uhh, wasn't expecting that request."

"Tsukauchi was no hindrance and cooperation was present." He put his pen down and rested his chin on his palm. His focus now on his screen. This would have to be the 6th video call this week, something he lowkey didn't mind. Though, he kept his voice low knowing the others might overhear. "However, your company is one I prefer more."

"Or in short, you miss hanging out with me?" Giving him the finger guns, you saw how his face morphed into one with disgust and embarrassment. Watching how he picked up his phone and face palmed, you knew he was about to end the call. Not on your watch. "WAIT! Chill Overhoe, I was just kidding."

"Excuse me?"

"Depends what you want the excuse for." Gods, you loved teasing this man so much.

"What did you just call me?"

"I called you Overhaul." You tilted your head and pouted. "Did I not? Are the paperworks getting to you, Chisaki?"

"There are days where I wish to use my quirk over the phone." Thankful his mask was still on, the lingering smirk was covered. His eyes gave it away but he could care less. This was one of the moments where he could feel vuln-whut? "Today is one of them."

"I'm not into sadistic kinky shit." By now, you were grinning from ear to ear. Seeing how the corner of his eye indicated the corner of his mouth curled upwards was a win for you. If only he wasn't wearing that god damn mask. At least it wasn't the bird beak. "I prefer them sensual and slow. The type who does the opposite when I tell them to go slower~"

"Isn't that statement contradicting itself?" Not that he'd know. Sexual fantasies were something he couldn't help but to actually touch a woman's body? Be so intimate and actually exchange thousands of bacteria through your mouths? The thought made his spine shake with the amount of grossness he couldn't fathom. But a new question crept in, were you pure in that sense?

"That's the whole point, Overhoe."

"I honestly wonder why I tolerate your behavior." It was more of a mumble but loud enough for the conversation to continue. Absentmindedly fixing the papers, he found himself done for the day and headed back to his room.

"You tolerate me because I'm the only one who has the guts to act like this." Twirling your index, you pointed at yourself. "But in all seriousness, if you want me to be professional around you, just say so and I'll take a step back."

"There is no need for that." Now in his room, his tensed shoulders relaxed a bit. Sliding his tie off, he placed it on his man-vanity. "Your behavior is unacceptable if it were them but exceptions are made from time to time."

"You make me sound like a guilty pleasure." That was meant to be said in silence but your mouth moved faster than your mouth. Activating your quirk, you failed to stop the blood flow heading towards your cheek.

"You are." Taking his mask off, Overhaul watched as you failed to control the blush on your face. The small hitch your breath took made him want to see just how far was he going to go to get reactions from you. Placing his phone on the dock, he sat down and began to unbutton his dress shirt. His peripheral focus was on you.