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It was such a pleasant dream. Almost like you could feel the heat of the sun shining down on you. Gentle rays of light filter through the branches of the tree you lay underneath.
Calm, peaceful.
It was in this place that you felt the world was ok. You didn't have to work long hours or decide what to make for dinner. There was no noise besides the gentle chirping of birds and the breeze as it rustled the leaves above.
You loved it here.
So why was there a nagging at the back of your mind that was slowly tugging you away from your safe haven. Dead set on forcing you to wake up?
You could feel it.
Almost like a tingling at the base of your skull. Gentle enough to not scare you, but still make you aware of its presence. Choosing to ignore the feeling in favor of soaking up more of your dream worked for a while.
Until it didn’t.
That tingling feeling slowly made worse the longer you ignored it. Traveling through your limbs and settling in the pit of your stomach. You can’t explain exactly what it was that forced you out of your peaceful dream. Maybe it was the fact the room felt too hot, or that you left the light on in the living room.
But either way. Your heart almost drops straight out of your chest when you see him standing in the doorway to your bedroom.
Clouded by darkness. But you see his figure outlined by the soft glow from the table lamp in the other room. A forceful gasp leaves your body when you blink your eyes again. Making sure it wasn’t some nightmare you found yourself stuck in.
But he chuckles when he hears you rustling under the blankets, a clear sign you were awake.
Who would be crazy enough to break into your apartment?
Scrambling to sit up, you focus on the looming and massive figure leaning against the frame of your door. He looked familiar.
But the more your eyes adjusted to the darkness. You noticed more and more about the strange person in your home. But it couldn’t be him! You just saw him not even three hours ago as you closed the front door to him walking away.
You told him it wasn’t necessary to walk you all the way to the other side of town. Especially when you weren’t the one hit with that old lady’s quirk. He grumbled and complained until he made you lead the way out of his emergency room.
You just so happened to be with him when that woman passed by. Muttering her nonsense before she laid her hand on your boss. Gently enough to be surprised by the old woman. With strength, you didn’t think she could possess at her fragile age. Pulling him down closer so she could whisper the words to him.
“There are no accidental meetings between souls.”
That is what he grumbled about after you forced him to go to the emergency room. He looked pale, not quite himself. And it had you worried after the interaction. He complained the entire time. Stating he was fine, but the low-level fever he was running proved otherwise.
If he was feeling ill, you would never know it from the way he acted.
The doctor was quick to make the assessment the old lady’s quirk had affected that your boss Dynamight. Although they could only deduce that it caused a mild, cold-like illness. That would disappear after a day or so.
Most likely an accident on her part, you all assumed. But maybe his fever had gotten worse. He somehow managed to get into your home without you being able to notice. Which sounded ridiculous. You knew he had a spare key to your home. A safety precaution he had told you when you first started working for him.
Either way, you call out to his familiar figure.
“Sir, what are you doing here? Are you still feeling sick?” You ask, rubbing your eyes.
But the figure standing at your door only moved his feet around, shuffling them slightly. And that’s when you see it. The spiky hair and broad shoulders you recognize so well. But when he moved from leaning against the doorframe to standing upright. You hear the cold metal of something long and sharp bang against the wood frame.
Panic sets in once again as you realize this couldn’t be who you thought it was. Frantic, you feel around for your phone on the nightstand beside you. Blindly slapping the bed before your hand made it to the edge of the nightstand. Pulling the cord for the charger with it. Your hands were trembling and it much more effort than normal to pull up your contacts.
Casting your eyes away, you hit the number on your phone. That would hopefully connect you to the real Dynamight.
He let the phone ring four times before he picks up without a word.
“Uh, mister Dynamight sir?” Your panicked voice rings out on the phone next to your ear.
The last thing you wanted to do was to call either of your bosses at four in the morning. But this definitely seemed like an emergency. And something you were unprepared to handle on your own.
“You know what time it is?” He rasps into the phone, voice riddled with sleep. “Someone better be dying.”
Well, nobody was dying right now, but you were pretty sure you were going crazy.
“You don’t have any siblings, right?”
“The fuck-no, if you woke me up in the middle of the nigh-“
You have no choice but to cut off his barrage. Because right now you had much bigger problems than an angry boss.
“I need help.” Your voice wavers as you speak.
You hear the distinct rustling of his bedsheets as he moves on the other side of the line. Working faster than you thought should be possible for a person to move. Rushed movements pull your attention to listen as he moves around his room.
“Talk to me sweetheart. I need details.” He says as you try to keep your eye on the intruder standing in your bedroom. Barely lit by the soft light of the living room, the shadows concealing some of his features.
But not enough to conceal the spiky ash-blonde hair and the wicked smile he wore.
“I’m pretty sure you’re standing in my bedroom.” You whisper into the line, feeling your heart race at the idea a stranger was lurking in your home.
“That’s not me.” He barks and you hear the distinct slam of his front door and the sound of keys jingling. “Get somewhere safe. I’m on my way!”
The line goes dead before you even have a chance to say anything.
You knew he was fast. He would make it to your place in less than ten minutes. But that didn’t stop the fear you had of the doppelgänger of him lurking in your room.
“H, hello?” You ask, trying to calm your nerves.
Leaning over, you turn on your light next to the bed. The soft glow of your bedside lamp illuminates your room with light. Finally, allowing you to fully look at your intruder.
He was massive, a smug smirk playing on his lips as his crimson eyes rake over your features. Pulling your sheets up further on your body, you can’t help but feel a little uneasy under his gaze.
It looked exactly like your boss, but it was like he was in some sort of cosplay. Primitive jewelry adorned his neck. Heavy beads dangling around made a hollow clink as he shuffled his feet around. He was shirtless, but you could see the cape he wore block out some of the light from the living room. White fur lining the hem. Everything from his boots and pants gave you a feeling that he must have spent a ton of money on this outfit. Even the massive sword hanging from the belt around his hip captivated you.
It looked so convincing that he just popped out of a different era.
“What do you want?” You ask loud enough to pull his attention back up to your face. “Heros are on their way. You need to leave if you don’t want to get caught.”
He doesn’t answer you, but he only steps closer. His heavy footsteps made that much louder in the silence of your room.
Then he finally opens his mouth and speaks to you. It’s heavy on his tongue, nothing you have heard before. Archaic and guttural as he goes on a tangent, but you couldn’t understand a single thing he was saying. The only thing you caught out of the mess of words he spoke was the hard pronunciation of your name.
But how could he possibly know that?
He stops moving when he catches the way your hands are clutching at the blanket in your hands. A small frown replaced the smirk he sported moments before. He looks away for a moment, closing his eyes, almost like he was thinking of what his next move was going to be. When he composes himself, he says your name once again and holds his hands out palm up. Like he was trying to show you he wasn’t there to do you any harm.
But all it took was one glance at the large sword hanging from his hip to make you shudder in fear again. He looks down and follows your line of sight. Before huffing and taking a moment to untie the sheathed weapon from his belt. Setting it on the ground and sliding it over to you. Skidding to a stop, just shy of your bedside. Lifting his cape, he does a slow twirl to show you he had no other weapons on him. And once again raises his hands up to show you he meant no harm.
You stare at each other for a few minutes. Having a conversation without actually speaking. His eyes almost pleaded with you to trust him. It was the most insane thought to cross your mind ever, but you wanted to trust him.
Feeling a little brave, you pull yourself from the bed. Moving slowly enough that you don’t make him feel threatened by your actions. Standing from the bed, you keep your eyes on him.
Bakugou told you to find a safe place to hide until he got here, and you were ready to bolt if this guy got any closer.
But God, did he look exactly like your boss. Tall, built like a deity from a mythology book. His hair stuck out in the same pattern and even his eyes were the exact same. Apart from the clothing he wore, he was a carbon copy of the man you work for.
He lifts his hand and beckons you closer with a come here motion slowly in your direction.
You’re not sure why you decide to follow his silent instruction, but you drag your feet across the carpet. Inching yourself closer to his massive frame. The closer you got to him, the more you noticed. He looked the same, and you could even smell the soft notes of pine and campfire smoke that your boss always smelled like.
If he was anything like your actual boss, then he meant you no harm. Right?
“What do you want?” You ask softly, trying to calm your nerves.
With each cautious step, he keeps his eyes on you. Almost like he was waiting for the chance to dart after you if you did decide to run. Keeping his stance ready, but unthreatening despite the situation.
But as soon as you were closer enough, he takes three long strides. Covering the short distance between the two of you. With no effort on his part, he bends down and grabs a hold of the back of your bare thighs, and lifts you up in the air.
You can’t help the yelp that escapes your mouth at his touch. Pushing you against his body, and helping you wrap your legs around his slim waist. Your arms fly around his neck and he walks you back toward the bed. A smirk on his face as he lets both of you drop onto your mattress. His desirable body firmly planted between your legs. Forcing them wider to accommodate his massive size.
He leans up long enough ought to stare at your face. His mouth opens with another smirk as he speaks your name again. Softly this time, you noticed. No longer did his voice carry the same gruff tone, but it still sounded just like your boss.
His eyes soften as he looks at you. It was subtle, but you could almost feel the shift in his demeanor. His hand came up to cup the side of your face, flooding heat into your already flushed skin. It was like he was looking at someone he hadn’t seen in a hundred years. His pupils blow wide as he takes a moment to stare at your features. His eyes break from yours to rub his thumb softly over your cheek.
As rough and calloused as it was, the action made you feel strangely at ease. Logically, you knew that you shouldn’t fall victim to a doppelgänger of your boss. But you can’t say you hadn’t imagined a scenario like this.
Modern setting, of course, but still just as tender as this felt. Rough hands caressing your heated cheeks, with a look just like the one he was giving you now. Like you were the brightest star in the sky, a true beauty to be seen.
You were completely caught off guard when his lips crash down to yours. Hot and warm as he guides your head back. His hand moves around to hold the back of your head as he lets his tongue run along your bottom lip.
He felt like a fire burning against your skin. Warm and heavy as his free hand tightens his grip on your thigh, forcing the t-shirt you wore to ride up. Your mind shut off temporarily as you feel him deepen the kiss. His tongue exploring your mouth as his teeth lightly scratch your lips.
He tasted sweeter than he smelled. Like honey and a hint of spice. A combination that shouldn’t work, but for him, you couldn’t imagine anything else.
He was well-practiced and knew exactly what he was doing. Fogging your mind with a veil of smoke. Clouding your judgment as his hand traveled to more intimate territory. The gentle rut of his hips caused you to whine as he felt just how big he was pressing against your barely clothed core.
You feel the way he smiles into your kiss when you let out a soft sigh. Moving his hips to hear you make the same noise again, relishing in the way you were starting to meet him halfway. Each gentle rut of his hips had your head reeling from the sensation. This was a dream. It had to be a dream.
But God, did you want to live in the moment when he lets out the softest moan. Sending fire straight down to your lower half encourages you to try to draw out the sound again.
His hands roamed over your body, forcing your shirt to ride higher and higher each second. Feeling the calloused tips of his fingers on your side forced you to squirm over the ticklish area.
But all that did was encourage him to find a new patch of skin. Working his way up your side. Skimming the underside of your breast. Forcing a whimper at the boldness of this copycat version of your boss.
In the back of your lust-driven brain, you knew this was wrong. Nothing about this made any sense, but at the same time, it was better if you didn’t question it.
You might not be able to live with the embarrassment later on.
“Get off her, you bastard!” A yell came from your bedroom door.
It was the same voice as your intruder, but you could clearly hear the way he yelled. In the blink of an eye, a bright orange light illuminated your bedroom. And you feel and see the way his quirk comes to life in his hands. A well-aimed blast to the side of the intruder’s face hit him with enough force to knock him off the bed. And into the wall across your bedroom.
You feel his hand grab your forearm and jerk you up and out of the bed. Forcing you to stand behind him as he kept his eyes trained on the man, picking himself off the floor.
“What the fuck?” Bakugou barks as he stares at the primitive version of himself.
Red angry eyes meet each other from across the room. Dynamights hands spark in front of him as he shields you from the other blonde with a lust for blood in his eyes. Quickly picking up the sword, he slid to you just a few minutes before.
The blond in the fantasy cosplay is the one who lunges first. Throwing himself across the small room with a vicious roar. Your boss is quick to meet his aggression with a yell of his own as his hands spark. Ready to blast this imposter into next week.
They overturned your bed and quickly knocked your lamp off into the floor in their tumble. Forcing you to escape to the living room in the bright bursts of your boss’s quirk, firing off once again.
It was loud and insane, everything that was going on. Throwing yourself behind the counter in your kitchen and ducking down to cover your ears.
But the sounds of the same voice yelling were still clear, even if you muffled them with your hands. Closing your eyes, you can still see the flashes of your boss’s quirk set off behind your closed eyes.
“Hey Sweetpea, you ok?”
As muffled as everything was, you knew exactly who that voice belonged to. Opening your eyes, you see Red Riot, your other boss, bending down to where you were curled up on the kitchen floor. His clothes and hair were rumpled and messy, but he was on high alert. Looking you over for any signs that you had been hurt.
“I’m fine, go help him!” You yell out, refusing to pull your hands away from your ears.
But your mistake was that you didn’t account for the fighting to break through from your bedroom. And into the living room. The horrible sounds of glass and drywall breaking made you peek from the safety of your kitchen. Head peering up from over the counter just long enough to see a piece of your wall come flying towards your face. Barely giving you enough time to turn your head and save your face from the direct impact headed for you.
But even the pitiful attempt you made at shielding your head from the wood and drywall. It did little to protect you when you felt the sharp pain erupt from the back of your head. Pushing your hand to feel the area, only to find blood dripping from your hand when you pull it back to inspect it.
You don’t remember a lot after that. The world quickly faded to black around you. The ringing drowns the sound of both of your bosses and the intruder fighting in your ears.
This time, the world just felt off. It wasn’t anything like the calm and peaceful dream from before. You notice smoke and fire darting from a camp nearby. The full moon illuminated the night sky, hanging up so high. The stars looked so bright when you didn’t have the lights of the city to drown them out.
You could hear the sounds of music being played. Simple instruments being used to create a melody. Something close to the composure of a fantasy movie. Your body moves on its own as you try to decipher what was going on.
Breaking through the treeline, you see a crowd of lively people. All dressed similarly to the intruder that made his way into your home. Singing loudly and feasting on chunks of meat that looked comically large.
But his eyes find yours as soon as you spot him. Stopping mid-conversation with another man. He looks at you the same way he had earlier.
Like he was staring at the most beautiful thing in existence. A lazy smirk on his face as he pats the other man on the shoulder and walks toward you. But this time you didn’t feel a single bit of fear as his giant frame strode in your direction.
It felt different.
Much in the same way he had done to you before, he grabbed you by the back of the thighs and lifted you into his arms. Guiding your legs to sit around his narrow waist, his smile growing wider by the second.
It was like you could feel his heat against your body, keeping you warm, much like the sun would on a warm summer’s day. Craning his head towards your jaw as he places the softest kiss on the underside of it. The soft rumble of his chest as he melts into you.
This moment felt right, like something once in a lifetime. You had no other way to explain it. Soothing something deep in your soul when you felt his body against yours.
If it wasn’t a dream, then you would be crazy to indulge in this feeling. Soothing, like the world made sense for once. Keeping you desperately clinging to the warm feeling that was in your chest.
But the dream faded almost as quickly as it came. Replaced by the constant beeping somewhere close by.
Pulling you from that warm feeling and thrusting you back into the real world. Forcing your eyes to crack open, the harsh lighting of the room temporarily blinded you. Everything sounded loud and when you opened your eyes again. You can see two figures standing just outside your door.
This was a hospital room, you realized as your mind woke up. And the two people standing outside your door were your bosses. Having a loud but hushed conversation you could still hear.
“Fucker was molesting her, Ei!” the blonde said, anger evident on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Do you think I don’t know that?” The redhead sighs like he was forcing himself to think of the worst-case scenario. “Do you think he touched her?”
“I think I got to her before anything could happen, but I’m not sure.”
“Do we know where he came from?” Red Riot asks and Dynamight just shakes his head.
“No fucking clue. And he doesn’t speak anything I’ve heard before.” He gruffs in frustration.
“Maybe she can tell us more once she wakes up.” The redhead offers, but you hear the loud growl of your blond boss erupt from his chest
“Sure, hey do you know where my fucking clone came from? Oh, and by the way, did he try to rape you?” He scoffs at his own words. “She’s an assistant, Ei, not a goddamn detective.”
About the time the Red Riot goes to open his mouth again. You cough just loud enough to draw their attention away from the argument that was sure to start any moment.
Two sets of red eyes fall on your pitiful figure as you try to adjust yourself in the hospital bed. But Red Riot was the first one to walk inside, his frustrated blonde coworker trudging in behind him.
“Glad you’re finally awake sweetpea, you had us worried for a moment there.” He says in a sweet tone, making sure to keep his voice soft.
“I’m sorry. I should have kept hiding.” You say a little embarrassed.
“Yer lucky you didn’t get killed!” Your blond boss barks at you.
Which was something you almost expected him to say. For as long as you had known him, he wasn’t the type to hold back on his words. He didn’t sugarcoat anything he said, and you had to respect him for that. But he was well known to be crass and vulgar long before you ever accepted the job offer they extended to you.
But none of that helped with the fact that his words still stung.
But it wasn’t like it was your fault that some weird clone of your boss showed up in the middle of the night. You did the only thing you could think of at the moment and called the current number two.
What more did he expect you to do?
“I- ‘m sorry. I thought he was you for a moment, and that maybe you used the spare key I gave you to get in. But wh-“ You start to explain the situation with a tremble to your bottom lip. But he is quick to cut you off with an explanation of his own.
“I’m talking about peeking your head over the counter, idiot!”
Oh.
Well, that made a lot more sense now that you thought about it. The dull throbbing in your head came back at his loud words, forcing you to wince from the pain. You had almost forgotten that you let your curiosity get the better of you. And took a piece of your wall to the back of the head.
“I think what Bakugou is trying to say is that he is sorry that you got hurt, isn’t that right?” Red Riot speaks up after he hears the interaction sliding into a negative space.
“How’s my apartment looking?” You ask, avoiding looking back at your blond boss.
“Ah, it’s going to take a little while to get it fixed. But don’t worry, we are more than willing to accommodate you until then!”
Well, it wasn’t exactly unexpected to hear that your apartment was destroyed. There had been a full-on brawl inside your tiny home. There was no way the slimy and cheap landlord you had. Kept your complex built up to code, anyway.
But it still sucked that you weren’t going to be able to return home for a while.
“What about that guy?” You ask after his words sink in for a minute.
They both looked uneasy once the words left your mouth. Which wasn’t a good sign.
“We apprehended him.” Red Riot starts, bringing a hand up to the back of his neck to rub at it. “But we can’t get anything out of him. We were hoping you could give us some information.”
“Christ, I’m not doing this here,” Dynamight grumbles out, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Go get the doc, so we can get her the fuck out of here.”
Red Riot seemed to be looking for the opportunity to escape the weird energy of the room. Quickly nodded his head at his partner and left just the two of you in your room.
He seemed to busy himself with looking at anything in the room that wasn’t you.
The large clock on the wall, the window next to your bed, even the monitor you were hooked up to check your pulse. He avoided eye contact with you and was doing an excellent job of it.
You decide to just go back to staring at the back of your eyelids. It was easier to do than whatever this was. Plus, you needed a break from the bright fluorescent lights in the room. Almost ready to go back to sleep until you hear a soft knock on the door.
“Ah, good to see you awake!” Your doctor says softly as she enters. “How are you feeling?”
You crack open your eyes and look at her. Both of your bosses stood off to the side now. One sitting in a chair and the other had taken up, leaning against the window with his arms crossed. Looking as annoyed as ever.
“My head is killing me, and the light hurts to have on.” You tell her honestly. You could see the start of the sun starting to rise over the skyline of the city behind Dynamight.
Glancing back over to your doctor, you see her pull up your chart on her tablet. Giving it a quick look over before she starts to give you a check-up.
“Light sensitivity is common with head injuries.” She assures you as she records the readings on the monitor you’re hooked up to. “Any other pain or discomfort you’re experiencing at the moment?”
“Not at the moment.”
“Good, good.” She says as she types away. Glancing up for a moment to peek at the two large men still in the room. Before turning back to you as she finishes what she was writing. “Now, I have a few questions I need to ask. They are personal, but I would like to cover what is lacking in my paperwork for you.”
“Ok,” you tell her softly.
“Would you like me to have your friends leave temporarily?” She asks, eyeing the two men again.
“That’s not necessary. I’m sure my bosses know more than I do about what happened.”
Which was the truth. You passed out early on in the events of the evening. They should be able to fill in any gaps that you couldn’t. And she wastes no time in jumping into her questions.
“When was the last time you remember having a period?” She asks.
Oh, well. That wasn’t exactly where you thought of personal questions. But then again, your brain wasn’t letting you think as clearly as you were used to. So you tell her, unashamed of the question.
“Any chance you may be pregnant?”
“No.” You answer her immediately.
“Are you sexually active?”
God, these questions were just getting worse by the second. And she had no problem shooting them off in rapid fire. The last thing you wanted your employers to know was that you hadn’t seen any action romantically in a long time.
“Uh, not currently.” You admit finally, avoiding the eyes of the other men in the room.
“Now, your employers brought up a few concerns to my staff when you were first brought in.” She says, glancing at them before turning back to you. “Is there a chance you were assaulted tonight?”
“No? The only injury I received was to my head.”
“What I’m asking is did the intruder in your home attempt to sexually assault you.”
“No? At least not that I remember?”
“Do you know the man who broke into your home?”
And that was when you soared a glance at your blond boss, his eyes staring holes into you. But instead of feeling uneasy under his gaze, you turn to plead at him with your eyes. Hoping he would understand that you really didn’t want to answer the question.
“She doesn’t know him.” He barks at the older woman. “Are you almost done with pestering her to death? Some of us have jobs to do.”
She sour look she sends the blond doesn’t go unnoticed by anyone in the room. It was clear she wasn’t used to having someone as rude as Dynamight interact with her.
“You said you have the man in custody?” She turns and asks him.
“That’s classified,”
“Well, be that as it may, I can’t turn my patient out onto the street when there is a possibility of being attacked again.” She was matching his attitude in the most professional way possible.
“Not gonna fucking happen, doc.”
“And does she have a place to recover from her injuries? I was told her hom-“
“Worry about your own profession, and we will take care of the rest.”
The tension was high all around the room. Each one of them felt no doubt attacked by the line of questions and bickering they seemed to be doing.
“What my friend here is trying to say is. That we have taken the necessary precautions to ensure this doesn’t happen again.”
Finally, your red-headed boss speaks up, forcing a break in the uneasy atmosphere of the room. The doctor turns her head to look at the larger man giving him a once-over.
“She will need a stress-free environment for at least a couple of weeks to a month. While her head injury isn’t severe, concussions should be watched closely.” She reminds him.
“We have it under control doc, no stress I promise!” He says with a smile.
And you couldn’t help but smile at his reaction. Just a wide-set grin and full of positivity. Pointy teeth making him look the exact opposite of what you would expect him to portray.
“I’m trusting you, heroes, to do your job and protect the citizens you serve.” She tells him before turning back to you. “I’m going to release you with a few medications for the pain you will no doubt have. If you start experiencing any new symptoms, come back immediately.”
Nodding your head, you offer her some reassurance that you will follow her orders. She types out a few more sentences on her tablet and then leaves. Finally allowing yourself to close your eyes once more to fight off the pain in the base of your skull.
You hear both of your bosses start to walk out the door after your doctor shortly after. One of them takes a bit of sympathy on your poor head and flips the switch for the lights.
And before too long, you are being rolled out of the hospital in a wheelchair and loaded up into an oversized SUV. Your red-headed boss takes extra care of picking you up and sitting you in the passenger seat. Dynamight was nowhere to be seen now, but you could only assume he was already back at the agency.
The ride wasn’t all that horrible, even with the early morning traffic. There were only a couple of times that you were forced to stop longer than a couple of minutes. Thankfully, the radio was off and nobody was blasting music.
“So where am I staying until my apartment is fixed?” You asked curiously.
“Well, we originally planned to put you up in one of the open rooms at the agency. But once the doctor told us you needed to be watched for a while, we changed that.” He says with a smile, still talking softly so you don’t wince from the pain.
“And what’s the plan now?”
“You are going to stay with us!” He says all too happy.
“Red Riot, sir, I can’t possibly impose on you like that!”
He gives you a confused look before turning his attention back to the road. Making sure to drive the speed limit and look at the other lanes of traffic before he replies.
“It’s not imposing if we offer it. And you can call us by our names. You aren’t going to offend us.”
You had thought about it before he said something, but it seemed too improper as an employee. To casually use your boss’s real names when you spoke to them. You had only been with their agency for a few months. And you didn’t want to start off on bad terms because you didn’t use their preferred names.
“It just seemed improper since you’re my employer.” You say after a moment.
“Nonsense! We want everyone to see us as equals. Just because we own the agency doesn’t mean we feel entitled to force you guys to call us by any honorifics.”
“What would you like me to call you?”
He thinks about it for a moment before answering you. You know, he has told you in the past that you could use their names. It just wasn’t a line that you wanted to cross until you needed it. And now that you were going to be staying with them for an extended period. It was going to be a mouthful to still call them both by their hero names.
“Just use our last names for now, at least until you loosen up a bit.” He jokes, winking at you playfully.
It made you feel a bit more at ease over it. He had such an amazing smile that you couldn’t help but be pulled in by his charm. His personality was vastly different from your other boss. They equaled each other.
“Fine, but only because you’re forcing my hand here, Kirishima. “ You smile back at him.
The rest of the ride was a comfortable silence. And it didn’t take much longer to reach your destination. The home in question was just shy of being at the agency itself. A large private townhouse in the middle of a nicely maintained neighborhood.
All the houses looked similar, the lawns were kept neat and clean. Definitely, somewhere you expected the pro heroes to live. Pulling into a driveway, you are met with the sage green outside of a two-story home. Narrow, but long in design and still four times the size of your apartment.
“Now don’t worry.” Kirishima starts as he shuts off the engine and turns to look at you. “We have someone out right now buying some necessary stuff for you. We can head to your apartment later so you can grab some clothes and other stuff.”
For now, you would just have to accept the help they were extending to you.
“Thank you. I appreciate all of this.” You say before he hops out of the car and opens the door for you.
He offers you his hand and helps you out of the SUV before leading you to the front door.
“Our home is your home! We can give you the grand tour later, let’s get you up to your room first. I’m sure you would like to rest.” He says, bypassing the main area of the house and leading you up the stairs instead.
It was a nice home, from what you were able to tell. Soft gray walls with white trim, minimally decorated to where it didn’t feel too fancy for you to be here. And your room, once you were led to the door, was impressive.
A simple black bed frame with soft black accents throughout. It was decorated like the rest of the house you had gotten to see so far, just a little more simplified for guests. You had an ensuite bathroom and a closet close by.
“Please make yourself comfortable. And don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything,” Kirishima says, standing by the door.
You still had on the pajamas you had on when you were injured. The only problem was that you noticed just how dirty they had become from the night’s showdown. The neck of your shirt now feels crusty from the dried blood that had accumulated on it.
“Could I borrow something to sleep in?” You ask a little dumbly.
And the look on his face was like he had prepped for everything you would need except for that. Blushing slightly before he nodded his head vigorously.
“Sure, give me a minute and I’ll be right back!”
And it doesn’t take him long at all to jog back to your room, a set of clothes in his hand. It appeared to be an oversized t-shirt and a too-large pair of sweats. Both were black, but the shirt was nothing more than a washed-out version of the color.
“Thank you.”
“Sorry they are gonna be a bit big on you, but this should tide you over until Bakugou gets back.”
“Oh? Hopefully, he isn’t trying to do too much. I don’t think any of us got much sleep last night.” You say.
“We are used to it.” He says, brushing off your worry. “I’ll leave you to change. Just yell if you need anything.”
He waves before walking out and shutting the door behind him. Leaving you for the first time since early last night that you were finally by yourself. As you start to peel your clothes off, you decide that it would be best to take a quick shower before you lay down in bed. You know you have to be at least a little dirty from the dust and fighting that took place.
Walking over to the bathroom, you decide to keep the light off. Since there was a frosted window in the bathroom, leaving you with more than enough light to see. Turning on the shower, you make quick work of stripping out of your clothes while the water heated up.
It was just a quick scrub and rinse off your body, and you made sure to avoid the set of stitches in your hair. For now, you could wash most of it. You just made sure to keep your scalp dry. You could figure out later how to clean the rest of it.
It was uneventful as you dry off and dress in baggy clothes. Tossing on the shirt with little care and pulling the joggers on. Rolling up the waist and tying it off to hopefully keep them on. You set off to fall into bed.
Pulling back the soft comforter, you settle on the bed easily. Pulling the blanket over your body and letting yourself rest. Unfortunately. Every time you tried to let your mind shut off, you were plagued with thoughts of the mystery blond. That you found in your home earlier that night.
Your mind was still reeling with questions the more you thought about it. You still had no clue how he ended up in your home or why he made such a seductive move on you.
But more importantly. How your boss caught his clone, forcing your legs apart with his hips and his tongue shoved down your throat.
You had come to terms with your feelings about your boss shortly after you had started working for him. You had a stupid crush on the angry blonde, but you chose to ignore it at first. Any time you found yourself staring at him for too long. Or making excuses to hang around him. He was quick to find something for you to do.
He had to know at least a little now that you harbored some romantic feelings for him. Or else you would have put up more of a fight against the attractive intruder he rescued you from.
The thought was embarrassing In itself, but you were worried about how he saw you now.
Was he planning on chastising you once you finally were alone with him? What if once you recovered that he was planning on firing you? You clearly crossed some kind of boundary that shouldn’t have ever been crossed. Maybe it was time that you start trying to get ahead of him and find a new job before you left his home.
It was more than enough to keep you tossing and turning in bed. Long enough that you couldn’t find enough peace to sleep. Finally, dragging your body out of bed and down the stairs to check out the home. You found your red-headed boss on the phone in the kitchen. Shutting the refrigerator door with his hip. And shoving a piece of what looked like fried chicken in his mouth. Ripping off a chunk of meat while he carried on the heated conversation.
You didn’t mean to interrupt him. But he caught sight of you from the corner of his eye and turned to give you a small smile after he swallowed his food.
“I’ll talk to you when you get back.” Is all he says as you slowly drift into the kitchen.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, I just couldn’t get comfortable.” You say apologetically.
“Is everything OK? Did you need something?” He asks concerned, sitting down his phone and coming closer to you.
You wave off his worry before he makes it over to you.
“No, everything is great,” you start. “But I just kept thinking about that guy and then I couldn’t get to sleep.”
It was like a light bulb went off in his mind, his mouth forcing into a small o shape at your words.
“Don’t worry, he is locked up in one of the interrogation rooms at the agency. He can’t get to you here.”
You debated for a moment if you should ask him anything, but it was just going to keep you up if you didn’t.
“Do we know where he came from or how he got into my apartment?” You finally ask, unsure if he would give you anything.
“We haven’t gotten anything out of him. I think you may have noticed he speaks a different language.” He says and you nod, confirming what he already knew. “But for how he got into your home, we don’t know. The damage caused by the fight didn’t leave a lot to go on.”
“I figured as much.” You say after a moment.
“Did he say anything to you?”
For whatever reason, it was easier to talk to Kirishima rather than Bakugou. He was friendlier than his blond counterpart. Always willing to accommodate those around him. Maybe you could dig a bit more information about what their plan was for you once your apartment was fixed as well.
“Nothing that I could understand.” You shake your head as you say it. “Other than my name.”
“We’ve had the same experience from him. We can’t understand a single thing he says to us, but he definitely knows your name.” He says, picking up his phone and typing out a quick text. “I know the doctor asked, but did he do anything to you before Bakugou showed up?”
He was still typing away on his phone, but he did give you a glance as he spoke. Maybe he was hoping you would be more willing to tell him if it was just you. Giving you a few moments to collect yourself, you struggle to answer the loaded question. It was going to come out, eventually. That you had been caught in such a suggestive position with the intruder, right? Maybe if you appealed to his sympathetic side, then you may stand a chance at keeping your job.
“He may have.” You try to think of a way to phrase it. That didn’t make you sound like you were accepting of the aggression he bestowed upon you. “Attempted something.”
You see, the look of sadness wash over his face like he didn’t want to believe that it had happened. But he was quick to school his features in favor of offering you some options.
“You totally don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to! We can find you someone neutral to talk with. Maybe a therapist, or someone you trust. I don’t want you to keep this bottled up.”
“It’s ok, I mean you’re my boss, right? And this somehow involves my other boss.” You tell him, and now it seems like your admission to whatever happened had him on edge.
“The last thing I need you to do is tell me something you’re not ready to. Don’t feel obligated to tell me just because I’m your boss,” he says softly.
And you can hear the sincerity in his voice as he speaks to you. He was trying to be the hero the world expected him to be. And if he had a problem with anything that you had said so far, he wasn’t showing it.
“He manhandled me a little.” You close your eyes and sigh. “Kissed me and it almost went further, before Bakugou showed up to save me.”
You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes yet. At least not until he had a moment to process what you had just confessed to. You can only imagine how he must view you right now.
“I’m sorry that happened to you under our watch,” He says and it surprises you.
To the point, you crack open one eye just to see if he had actually said it.
“I’m sorry,” you say so softly that you weren’t sure if you even said it out loud, but he heard you.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
You don’t feel the tears leaking down your face until they start to tickle your cheeks. Quickly wiping them away with your hands before they had a chance to fall any lower. The sad part was that he didn’t know that you were caught up in the moment. Temporarily blinded by the fact that the man looked identical to your boss. You let your mind convince you it was him instead of a stranger.
There was no way that he could have known that your weak spot would be the angry blond. That you have been secretly in love with since you first started this job. How even when he was loud and angry, he was still nice to you. How he made you feel safe without trying. That even if the pay for putting up with the two of them wasn’t all that great, you would have still taken the job.
It was impossible to explain the pull that he had over you.
You certainly couldn’t explain it, so why should he get it either? That was one of the main reasons why you let your actual feelings for him simmer in the back of your mind. It made you sound like some kind of crazy fangirl the longer you thought about it.
“I just,” You can’t keep the slight tremble of your breath out of your words long enough to form a full sentence. “Don’t want to lose my job.”
He had a reply on the tip of his tongue, but he was cut off by another voice before he even had the chance to mutter it.
“Nobody’s getting fired, dumbass,”
Both of you turn your head to the entrance of the kitchen to find Bakugou standing there, bags in hand. What looked like a mixture of clothing and grocery bags hanging from his muscular arms, and an annoyed look on his face.
“You made it back quick.” Kirishima pips up, averting some of the emotional tension from the room.
But just seeing him standing there. Looking directly at you did very little to ease the worry that was lodged in your chest. You wanted desperately to believe what he said. But there was no doubt in your mind he was going to let what he saw go down slip his mind.
“Told you it wouldn’t take me long.” He gruffs at his friend, while still keeping his eyes on you.
Walking past the entryway, he walks past you to set half of the bags down on the counter. The soft rustle of the sturdy paper bags crinkles as he slides them over to Kirishima. Turning his attention back to you, he takes three steps and covers the short distance between you. Gently grabbing your chin in his hand and inspecting your face for a moment.
“Getting hit in the head knock a screw loose of somethin’?” He asks. Breaking eye contact long enough to watch as another tear rolls from your lash line. And down the apple of your cheek." The fuck you cryin’ for, sweetheart?" He asks before taking his thumb and wiping the stray tear away before it could fall.
The action was far too gentle for him, but the heat of his hand on your face brought you a little comfort. Maybe he wasn’t as mad as you thought he would be. He was showing you sympathy when he didn’t have to.
“I’m sorry.” You apologize again, but he is quick to roll his eyes at you.
You finally take the time to give him a good look. He had a nice bruise on the side of his jaw, and a few scratches on his neck and arms, even a small cut above his right eye. It looked as though he hadn’t taken much time to care for his small injuries. And now that made you wonder if he had anything more serious he was trying to hide from the rest of you. You noticed the slight wince when he was carrying the bags into the kitchen.
Was he injured in the fight as well?
“Apologies only work when you actually did something wrong.”
“Yeah, but I-“
“But what? Got attacked in the middle of the night in your home?” He grumbles, but his voice was missing the normal bite. “Go put up your stuff. I’m gonna start dinner.”
He releases the hold he has on your chin and starts to hand off the bags that were hanging from his free arm. And the one thing you realized quickly was that they were a lot heavier than they looked.
There were only five bags in total, but it took most of your effort to carry them up the stairs and into your room. Letting them drop with a bounce on your bed. With a huff, you try to take a moment to catch your breath.
What the hell was in these bags?
But your question was answered as soon as you started to rifle through the contents tents of each one. The first bag was filled with nothing but matching leggings and shirts, enough for at least a week. Two new pairs of shoes and a set of house slippers. The next bag contained everything you would need undergarment-wise. Simple in design and oddly enough in the exact style that you would have bought for yourself. Bags three and four were filled with bath and body products. Everything ranges from fancy shampoos to body butter.
You were only supposed to have a day or two worth of stuff at max. Just to hold you over until you could make it back to your apartment to get your own stuff.
But this was close to a whole new wardrobe for you.
Even the athletic wear and shoes would be acceptable at the agency. Your bosses made it very clear they didn’t want people dressing stuffy and formal just to come into work. Half the time they showed up in hoodies and sweats until they had to change into their hero outfits.
Using the empty dresser, you fold and put away your new clothes. Determined to ask Bakugou later why he bought so much for you. After the clothes were put away, you make a few trips to carry the new sets of bath products into the bathroom. Finding an aesthetically pleasing manner to lay them out. Placing the shampoos and conditioners in the shower, making sure to grab the body wash to put in there as well.
He literally set you up with brand-new and expensive-looking items. Anything and everything you could think of was in those bags. Including embarrassing enough. The same brand of feminine hygiene products you had at home.
By the time you started your descent back down the stairs, you could smell food being made. Ruch savory aromas mixed with salt and herbs hit your senses in the best way possible. Dragging your tired body ever closer to the hushed voices in the kitchen.
As you peek your head into the door, you watch for a moment as the two large men stand and have a heated debate. Bakugou was busy throwing vegetables into a pan. While Kirishima leaned against the counter taking a bite out of an apple.
“How are we supposed to get anything out of him if he can’t find anyone that can understand him?” Kirishima asks between bites of the green apple. “Seems the only word he knows that we know is Sweetpeas’ name.”
“Fucker won’t shut the fuck up. The only word I understand is that brat’s name!”
“Did you figure out how he got in yet?”
“There was no sign of forced entry. Her windows, as busted as they are, were still bolted shut. The door was locked and everything was as it should have been. It’s like he just appeared in her living room or some shit.”
“I know it’s not ideal, but maybe she can get some-“
“Absolutely fucking not!” Bakugou cuts his redheaded friend off before he could even finish the sentence. “I’m not letting that copycat shitstain anywhere near here again. I don’t care if I have to blast his ass into the next century. I’m not putting a civilian in danger.” Bakugou rants, aggressively stirring the food in a nearby pan.
“From what you told me, he didn’t seem aggressive with her.” Kirishima offers like it would be enough to change the blond’s mind. “Are you sure this isn’t because you li-“
“Are you done eavesdropping? Or are you gonna stand there all night?” Bakugou, with perfect timing, once again cuts off his friend.
He turns his head long enough to catch you with an embarrassed smile on your face.
Clutching the side of the doorframe. But once you were caught, it was painfully obvious that you were never that well hidden in the first place. The top half of your body hung in the doorway while the wall still concealed only the bottom of your legs.
“I wasn’t trying to. I just didn’t want to interrupt your conversation.” You say a bit sheepishly.
Besides, he didn’t need to know that you were actually very curious about the man in question still. Though you doubted that he would give you any information about him.
As you make your way further into the kitchen. He takes his spatula from the pan and uses it to point at an empty seat at the kitchen table.
“Sit, foods almost done.”
By the time you take a seat at the table. Bakugou is already pulling three plates from the cabinet and loading finished dishes onto them.
“I think that Kirishima has a point.” You pip up after a moment, causing Bakugou to stop plating food to fully turn to you. A look of irritation was written all over his face.
“No. End of discussion.” He turns his head to Kirishima long enough to send him a warning glare, and then back to you. “Since when are you two idiots on a first-name basis?” He barks before turning back to the food.