A Spy Among Them (ShinsoxBakugoxDabixAizawaxReader and more..)

Ch 2. The Morning After

In the morning I woke up alone, but I kept replaying last night in my head and feeling like the biggest idiot. 

I had basically thrown myself at this man whose name I didn't even know. Not that I had minded the outcome, because the sex had been great, but still, that wasn't what I was here for. 

I had a mission, an objective, and I was not about to let this sexy, older man with raven hair make me lose focus. 

This gorgeous, mysterious man who knew how to... well, he knew how to do a lot of things.

Nope. I needed to stop thinking about that.

Besides, it wasn't like I was going to see him again, so no harm, no foul.

I grabbed a coffee from a local café and decided to take a walk to the park near my apartment. 

I was caught up in my daydream of last night, thinking about the way his stubble had felt against my thighs, the sweetness of whiskey on his breath, the way we had fit together just right when –

BAM

I was on the ground, immense pain radiating from my ankle and coffee dripping from my clothes.

"Watch where you're going, stupid idiot!" a boy shouted at me.

"What the hell..." I stayed on the ground and pulled my ankle to me to see if it was okay.

"How did you not see me running right at you?" he continued to shout.

"You ran into ME!" I shouted up at him. But when I looked at him, seriously, how had I not seen him? He had muscles for days and he looked somewhat familiar...

"Shut up," he said, interrupting my thoughts. "Let me see your leg," the boy said, crouching down and reaching for my ankle. I hesitantly held it out to him. "You're fine," he concluded.

"No shit. Of course I am," I barked back, standing up. "How about an apology? I am drenched..." I said, trying to wring out some of my coffee from my shirt.

"How about you learn how to see so you don't get hurt next time."

That's when it clicked, and I realized who he was. This blonde boy was a student at the school they were placing me at, I thought. He's a third year, so the same age as me. I knew I had seen him on TV. I couldn't let him leave like this – this coincidence could get me solid information to submit to the agency.

"Hey, wait," I said, as he was turning to go. "I'm not trying to be a bitch, but you ran into me, and it hurt."

"You seem fine now."

"Yeah, I am. At least I smell good?" I motioned to my clothes which were now dotted with light brown coffee stains. He didn't laugh at my joke, and in fact, he only seemed more uncomfortable than angry.

"Look, I'll give you my number," he said. "Text me and I'll pay for your dry cleaning or...whatever."

Score! I put his number in my phone as he read off the digits and sent him a text with my name so he could add it to his phone too.

"Watch where you're going next time," he said, before running off.

A couple hours later, I got a reply. Just one sentence, but it was enough – "I guess I owe you a coffee too."

Here was the perfect person to interview to start my mission. If I had anything to say about it, I was going to get a lot more than coffee.