Ch. 2 First Day On the Job

He.... Was.... Oh no.

This was bad.

This was really bad.

This guy was your boss?

In a split second, your face must have turned about twelve different shades of red.

"But... you were on the subway this morning? I don't understand. If you're a hero.. Don't you have a car service? You're..."

"Like I need some moron to drive me around. I'm not a child who can't do anything for myself."

And you said he was a pain in the ass, you realized with horror. You called your new boss a pain in the ass. 

"I am so sorry about what I just said." You tried to smile and cover up your shock and embarrassment. "I look forward to working here. I'm – "

"I don't want to know your name," he said as he opened the door and walked into the office. "And I don't want to know you. Since you'll probably only be here for a few days at most, I would appreciate it if you didn't talk to me."

You stood in the doorway speechless.

"Don't talk to you? But I'm your assistant."

"I don't need a secretary."

"I believe the correct term is actually executive assistant."

"Whatever," he said, stomping away.

For a moment you didn't move. Was this guy for real? Or was this some kind of test?

But no, fuck that. No matter what his role was, he didn't get to talk to you like that.

"Excuse me," you said, running after him as best you could in your heels, "As I was saying," you said, keeping pace with him as he walked, "I'm y/n. Can you at least tell me where my desk is?"

He stopped short and you nearly bumped into him before he turned around to stare at you with those dark red eyes again. The intensity of his stare made you take a step back.

"You don't have a desk," he said, moving toward you, forcing you to back up as he approached.

"You don't need a desk," he continued. You felt your heart rate quicken as you kept moving backward until your back hit the wall. 

He stayed right in front of you. Close. Maybe too close. So close that you could smell his cologne which was actually... nice. 

"Just do what I say and leave me alone."

With that he turned to go back to his office and you caught your breath. You hadn't realized that you hadn't taken a breath this whole time.

"Okay," you said slowly. "So no desk. And I'm guessing no computer either. What is it that you want me to do here, exactly?"

You looked over at the box of things you'd brought with you. Your planner, some pens, a notebook, your sad little plant that was knocked over earlier. How were you supposed to do any work without a workspace?

"I told you, I don't want you to do anything. I don't need you to do anything."

With that he walked into his personal office and shut the door, slamming it behind him.

I guess that's what they meant by "unique style," you thought. Just another way of saying that the guy's an asshole.

But whatever, it was only the first day and judging by what you saw around you, there was a lot of work that could be done without his help.

If he thought he could scare you away that easily, you smirked, he had no idea who he was dealing with.

With the boss man locked in his own office doing who knows what for most of the morning, and no instructions on what exactly you were supposed to be doing, you decided to wander around the office and make yourself useful.

There were several open cubicles, as if the office was one day going to be larger. You found a chair and rolled it out to the main area. Now you just needed a desk.

There were several boxes stacked up against the wall, so you decided you might as well start by going through them.

Opening them up, you realized that these were actually files. There were various newspapers and magazine clippings, some mentioning your new boss, some about other heroes that he had collaborated with.

Two heroes in particular were in most of the articles. You found a color picture of him with the two other heroes standing on a stage accepting an award of some kind. One was the young man who was on the cover of the magazine from earlier. So he knew him... 

And there was another photo of your new boss with a tall thin hero with blonde hair. You closed that box and moved on to the next. 

This second box was mostly mail that needed to be sorted through, the majority of it looking like fan mail from teenagers. The entire box smelled like girls perfume. Gross, you thought, closing it up.

You'd noticed that, overall, the place was at least clean, just empty. He needed furniture and decorations. Something to make this place look more inviting and welcoming.

Taking out your notebook, you sat on the floor and started to sketch what the main lobby could look like. You imagined a circular desk out front, probably in front of his office door, with comfortable couches and a few low tables for guests. 

Magazines, a tv for clients to watch, some art on the walls. A big sign saying "Agency Bakugo" over the main desk. One of the side offices could be turned into a conference room. It wouldn't take much to bring the entire place up to a basic level of comfort and professionalism.

Honestly, anything would have a been a step up from where the office was currently. He was obviously making money or he wouldn't be able to afford a space this big in this building. So if he was so successful, why was this place so empty? 

"I'm not paying you to draw."

Startled, you looked up from your place on the floor. You hadn't realized that he was standing over you. He'd loosened up his tie, you noticed, and unbuttoned a few of the top buttons on his shirt. 

How long had he been there?

"I was doing some sketches for what the lobby could look like," you said, pointing at your drawings.

He grabbed the notebook out of your hands and flipped through a couple pages, looking at your sketches.

"These aren't terrible," he said, handing it back to you.

"Oh... um... thanks?" you muttered. Why did this tiny half-compliment make your face feel so hot? "So can we talk about ordering some things for the space?" 

"No. I'm going out. Get your work done and then you can go I guess."

"What work, exactly?" you asked, but he was already gone.

You ended up staying the whole day, even though he didn't come back. After a short lunch break, you held your nose while you organized all of the fan mail, then did your best to clean and rearrange the minimal furniture that he had.

As you worked you kept looking toward his office, wondering if you should go in there and organize it as well. He hadn't told you not to, after all. It was probably locked anyway. There was no point in even trying to open the door... right?

You couldn't help yourself. A few seconds later you found yourself turning the door knob, surprised that it was actually unlocked.

Just like the rest of the office, he had minimal decorations and very basic furniture. Shelves with a few trophies and awards, a couple framed certificates.

Everything was neat and orderly so there wasn't much to do.

His desk, however, was a mess. There were papers everywhere, as if he hadn't looked at them in months.

Forms needing signatures, bills that needed to be paid, requests that needed to be answered, even checks that needed to be cashed. Basically the daily chores of life had obviously been left sitting here with no one tending to them.

Your eyes lit up as you remembered some of the things you'd brought with you. Once armed with your colored sticky notes and clips, you got down to work and spent the better part of the afternoon color coding and organizing.

Finally finished, you sat back in his chair and took a deep breath, satisfied now that everything was in its place.

"What are you doing?'

"Fuck!" You jumped up out of his chair at the sound of his voice. "I mean, I'm sorry. Stop doing that. Please? You scared me. Sorry, I don't normally talk like that," you lied.

"That's too bad."

"Huh?"

"What are you doing in here?" he asked again.

"I was going to clean up and try to organize a little bit before I left for the day."

"Did I tell you to do that?"

I was so over his lack of instructions and orders at this point.

"You actually didn't tell me to do anything so I've been coming up with my own tasks. Maybe if you had given me some direction I wouldn't be in here..."

"Snooping."

"Organizing," you finished.

"Right. I thought for sure you would have left already."

"It's only just now the end of the day, why would I have left?"

"Because the others did."

The previous assistants had quit even before the end of the first day? You weren't totally shocked at hearing that.

"Well, I'm not surprised," you said, "if you treated them like you treated me this morning."

He huffed. "Get out."

Rolling your eyes, you left his office but stayed by the chair you'd found earlier and pulled it in front of his door.

"While you're here, I wanted to ask you, do I have a dress code?"

He stopped what he was doing to give you a look that said he would rather talk about absolutely anything else.

"Because you made fun of my shoes this morning and I kinda hate them too," you said. He didn't say anything so you kicked off your heels.

"Also, if it's okay with you, since I'm going to be cleaning and rearranging, I'm going to dress casually for now. Of course if we had some actual clients, I would look professional."

You took off your suit jacket and put it on the back of the chair and then bent over to pick up your shoes and put them with your jacket.

You looked back at him expectantly, but he hadn't moved. Instead he turned around and went back to his desk. 

"Well?" I asked, following him in there. "Is that okay?"

"I don't give a fuck what you wear. Go home," he said without looking at me, shuffling some papers on his desk, probably making sure I hadn't thrown anything away.

"Just so you know, I made separate piles for bills versus requests and then alphabetized all of them with their own color coding, so you could find them easily. Tomorrow I can also-"

"I said go home," he said again, this time staring right at me with those intense red eyes. "Y/n."

There was something about the way he said your name. Something in that tone of voice that wasn't there before.

"Fine."

---

You noticed that a few lights were on in your apartment as you wandered into your bedroom. There, just as you expected, your boyfriend was fast asleep on your bed.

Okay, so he wasn't really your boyfriend. You didn't know what he was. You'd hooked up after a few too many drinks at the bar a couple nights ago and he hadn't really left your side since.

That wasn't entirely true. He left your side a few times at night when he went to work. He'd be gone for a few hours and then come back, exhausted.

You were pretty sure he had his own home. At least, you assumed he did.

Not that you were complaining. You didn't ask too many questions because you didn't want to jinx it.

 You were having some of the best sex of your life. There hadn't been a lot of time to talk about things like jobs and homes when you were busy learning every spot on each other's' bodies. His was particularly interesting and his body was going to take, no, his body required, hours of exploration. Daily.

Today was actually the longest you'd been apart since you'd worked all day. You missed his touch. The roughness of his lips and hands. The cool metal of his piercings against your skin. 

You'd drunkenly told him about your quirk and he hadn't even missed a beat. He didn't seem to care about it at all, actually, other than to tell you that it seemed like a really good one to have. 

You smiled as you changed clothes and kicked off those obnoxious heels, watching him snore while you changed out of your work clothes and into one of his shirts that he had left on the floor.

"Hey, baby," he murmured, his voice thick and raspy from sleep. Sensing you climbing into the bed with him, he wrapped his arms around you tightly, pulling you against his chest. He tucked you under him, keeping you close. "How was your first day?"

"Long. I'm probably going to get fired."

"What? Why?"

"My boss is an ass."

"You know you don't have to work. You could always..."

"I know."

"Come here," he hummed, rolling me back toward him. "I've been spoiled by having you around all day when you weren't working. I missed you today, y/n."

You smiled and snuggled in closer.

"I missed you, too, Dabi."