❝ 𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 ❞
↳ The meeting, which took two hours, was about a terrorist group being sent from China. Or what seems to be a terrorist group. Daisuke, a member of the JCG, found an encrypted letter and translated it, announcing that China is preparing to send bombers to the Japanese capital. Further evidence supports the claim that the letter wasn't fake.
It's a sign of war, and the president demanded everyone prevent it.
You know what this means: arduous work and more investigations.
"And traumatizing more people..."
"(y/n)?"
Akira pushes a cup of water by your cheek and sets it down at your desk. Feeling the warmth on your face, you look up and her and smile.
"Akira-san."
"You don't look so well, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just tired because Kenji-san woke me up early in the morning." You playfully glare at the said man.
"You would have been reprimanded if it wasn't for me," he mutters.
"I feel like my sleep should be more important than this stupid work," you grumble as you lay your head on the piles of papers scattered on your desk. Then you notice Bakugou's jacket on your lap.
"(y/n)," Kenji calls out. "who's jacket is that?"
"Eh?" you lift up your head and stare at him before looking back at the pullover. "Oh, my friend let me borrow his jacket this morning."
"Ooh, a boy?" Akira sneers.
"...yes?" you answer, unsure of why she's grinning weirdly. "Ah, but we're just friends."
"Just a friend?"
"Akira-san," you huff and she laughs.
"(y/n), you know the rules," Kenji mutters, and you roll your eyes.
"Yes, yes. No romantic relationships. But we're really just friends. We met like less than a week ago," you explain.
"Wait a second. It's been less than a week? Why does it feel like it's been months?"
Confused, you look back down at the jacket and fiddle with the zipper.
"(y/n), please get to work," a deep voice monotonously requests from behind you. You straighten your posture and nod at the stoic man, Yoshiro, and quickly get back to reading the files. He's known for his huge sense of justice and for keeping everyone on track with his few spoken words. Everybody respects him, so his advice is usually followed without delay.
You try to go back to the documents, but a yawn escapes your lips. Suddenly, you feel a giant hand on your head.
It's Yoshiro.
Even though his eyes are closed, you know he can see you. Like you, he has a mental type quirk. The 35-year-old has the ability to see bits of what every one has seen through his own eyes with just a glance. That's why he closes his eyes; it overwhelms him, and he feels like it invades people's privacy. It's quite sad that people find him scary for his tall and giant build.
"(y/n)," he says. "you may leave early as long as you finish half of your tasks."
"Seriously?" you cheer. Then you realize he would stay overtime to finish your work. Grinning, you shake your head, and he takes his hand off. "Actually, I don't have anything to do anyway. I'll stay!"
You didn't want them to have more work just because of your tiredness. This team may not be as close as a group of high school friends, but the sense of comfort and trust is like no other.
It's like the family you never had.
"I would even trust that stupid Masahiro with my life if I had to..."
As soon as you think about him, he walks into the room, and you laugh.
"Is my presence that funny to you, dear (y/n)?" he smiles slyly.
"No, I was just thinking about how annoying you are."
"Wait, are you teasing me? Are we getting closer?" He whistles and you give him a look of disgust.
"Not in a million years," you scoff. Behind you, Yoshiro shakes his head in disapproval.
"(y/n), Masahiro, get along."
"Yes sir," both of you reply. Akira giggles, and you shoot her a playful glare.
The mood lightens as everyone goes back to their work.
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"Oh wow, it's snowing a lot!" Akira gasps as she peers through the window.
Everyone agreed to call it a day because of the bad weather alert, but it seems like it's worse than you thought it would be.
Putting on Bakugou's jacket, you trot towards the entrance.
"Wait (y/n), are you just going to walk home?" Akira asks. You nod and point to your phone screen.
"It's already seven, and I want to get home before this snow piles up even more."
"Do you want me to drive you home?" she asks. You shake your head.
"I live close by, so I should get there before it gets too bad."
She nods and wishes you a safe trip.
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You regret those words. It's been about ten minutes since your departure, but you've only walked past two streets. The wind keeps pushing you back, and you can't see in front of you because of the flurry of snow.
Grumbling, you jog up the third street.
"What the hell is up with you and running?" A familiar voice rises above the howling of the wind.
"Bakugou?" you call out. A bright yellow parka appears in front of you. "Bakugou! I feel like we're always bumping into each other," you laugh, "What are you doing here?" you yell out.
"I was on another jog but then this shitty storm hit," he shouts back. "How far is your cardboard box home?!"
"Um, like seven streets away!"
"The fuck?!"
The two of you plod through the snow in the same direction. After some more struggle, he grabs your arm and leads you to a street away from your apartment.
"Wait, where are you taking me?!" you shout, trying to hear yourself over the wind.
"To my house! You're going to get my fucking jacket messed up!" he barks.
Laughing at his lame excuse, you follow him through the storm.
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"Katsuki! Answer your phone when I call!" a woman yells as soon as the two of you walk into his house. She stomps towards the entrance with a towel in her hand.
"I told you not to go outsi-" She gasps and stares at your figure standing behind Bakugou.
"Oh my gosh!" she gushes. "You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend! Masaru! Come see this!"
"We aren't dating you old hag!" Bakugou snaps. Before you could react, the woman's fist lands on Bakugou's head. Unable to process what is happening, you stand there motionlessly with your eyes wide open.
"Don't call me old hag!" As if nothing happened, she quickly turns to you and hands you the towel. "Here, go wipe yourself off real fast and go take a shower... you must be freezing!" Then she flips her head to Bakugou. "Show her to the bathroom, you idiot son!"
Grumbling, the ash blonde, who's still holding onto your wrist, leads you upstairs and to a restroom.
"You don't have to... my apartment isn't that far! I'll just leave after the storm ends," you chuckle awkwardly.
"You heard that stupid lady. Just hurry up. I'm cold as fuck," he mutters. After blinking a couple of times, you laugh.
"You really are a softie."