Reckless and Explosive (BakugouxReader)

Slouching in your chair you sat there watching the tiny plane move across the screen on the back of the seat in front of you. It inched forward ever so slowly, making it painstakingly obvious how long this flight was going to take. This was your second flight within the last week and you wanted nothing more than to just go home, but that's not where this plane was taking you.

After your last mission you had been on your way to the airport to head home for a much needed break but your agency called you before you could board your flight telling you they needed you at one of their many locations. They flew you to California for a week while they briefed you on what was to come. There was apparently a drug issue going on in Japan that was becoming a larger problem than they initially thought. The Japanese police reaching out to, Orion, your agency for some assistance with one particular case.

Your agency wasn't like most, it worked internationally, bringing heroes around the world to solve deeper rooted issues. This was one of the only agencies you wanted to work with after graduation. The chance to travel the world and working covertly, it was nice to not have your name and face out there like all the other heroes. The ones who did this for the fame and fortune. Because of your lack of interest in making a name for yourself, you didn't do the best in high school, never paying attention in class, slacking off on your work but that didn't mean you weren't good at what you did. You may not have worked hard in school, but you worked your ass off to become a part of Orion. You had trained almost two years after school had ended, learning how to handle specific situations you'd face working here, learning multiple languages so you could work just about anywhere they needed you.

That was one of the reasons they had flown you to their larger office in California. They had you brush up on your Japanese, gave you the files on the case you were hired for and the files of the people you'd be working with. They were nothing if not thorough in everything they did. They were an organization that went by the rules, that was something you struggled with while working there. You loved it, but you weren't someone who liked to be held down by rules and regulations. One of the many reasons you didn't graduate at the top of your class and one of the many reasons your agency sent a babysitter with you.

You kicked the seat in front of you in frustration, at the thought of how that conversation had gone down. Your boss, the man who oversaw your division, had been more than upset with you for how your last mission had gone. You had acted rashly and against orders, causing a building to catch fire because of your actions. But had you not acted, thousands of people would have been hurt or worse.

Your babysitter turned in his seat, the one you just kicked, to glare at you, he obviously didn't want to be here just as much as you didn't want him here. Joe Garcia, one of Orions many watch dogs. An older guy, no wife, no kids, and a stickler for the rules. This was going to go swimmingly.

"When we get there, you need to be on your best behavior. The agency we're working with isn't going to put up with your reckless behavior. And as some incentive, I'm reporting directly to your department's director." There was no malice in his words only, a need to follow orders.

You gave him a small salute with an eye roll, "Aye aye captain." He grimaced at you before he turned around.

Trying to get comfortable in your seat you stretched out. It didn't help, you could never relax on planes, something about them gave you anxiety and you could only ever hope to just land and get off. You were just about halfway there, and you tried to watch the movie they had playing but it didn't really hold your attention. At least your boss wasn't a complete cheapskate and actually got you both first class seats. You knew this would have been even more hellish without the luxury seating.

Your thoughts went back to what Joe had said about reporting to the department director. This wasn't the first time you had gotten in trouble. Your quirk had a knack for pushing you to do things that would end up like they had the other day. It wasn't that you couldn't control your quirk, that had become second nature to you, it was more like you couldn't control your actions because of your quirk. In school you had trained yourself to be able to see so many different outcomes within seconds. Your quirk depended on decisions, as in you could see someones future based on the decisions they made. Once they decided something you could see how that played out but if it wasn't something they decided then it wouldn't show up.