Reckless and Explosive (BakugouxReader)

Arrival

There was one aspect of your quirk that you couldn't control though. Visions about very strong or emotional things. There were times where people close to you made very emotional decisions, or would decide something that would have an extreme affect on you and the vision would just happen. You wouldn't be able to stop it, just forced to watch. This didn't happen often though, so it was never really an issue, but if it did, well then you usually had a problem. Visions like that never ended well for you.

Staring at the movie on the screen above you, you couldn't really make out what was happening. Your mind desperately wanting to just crawl into your bed at home. But the closest you'd get to that would probably be a bed at the hotel, nothing like the bed at your apartment. During the second half of the flight you fell in and out of sleep, waking up with a start every so often, before realizing where you were. It somehow left you more exhausted, this flight had ended up being absolutely agonizing.

But after give or take 11 hours you finally landed in Japan, pulling your suitcase behind you, Joe led you to a taxi. It was early afternoon when you had arrived, the bright light felt jarring as your internal clock fought with itself, not sure what time it should be. You were used to that, changing time zones so much you knew what to expect, even if your body did not.

Staring at the buildings of the city, not paying much attention to where the driver was taking you, the city was beautiful and nothing like you'd ever seen. The culture here much different than the other countries you'd been to. It didn't seem to take long, or perhaps you were so zoned out it just seemed that way, but the driver pulled up to the hotel you both would be staying at. It was a nice hotel, but it's not like you would be spending much time in it, probably only sleeping here, the rest of your time would be spent working. Whenever you got a case you always threw yourself into it, wanting it to be over as soon as possible so you can either go home or jump into your next adventure.

You followed Joe inside, standing next to him as he checked you both in. Taking the elevator up a few flights, you finally made it to your room. Ready to flop into bed and sleep, your body was exhausted, but you hadn't really done anything. There was a knock at your door, most likely Joe, you didn't have to go to the agency that had hired you until tomorrow, so you weren't sure why he was bugging you.

Walking to your door you opened it, your grimace deepening when you came face to face with Joe, his face not pleased to see you either. You hated that they had sent him with you, it was like they were saying you couldn't handle missions on your own. Well, that's exactly what they were saying. After your little mess up, they made it clear that you couldn't be left alone until you "grew out" of making rash decisions. But that was easier said than done, especially when your life was led by the visions of the future.

"We just got here, what could you possibly want Joe?" you questioned, not really in the mood for anything he had to say.

"For tomorrow I just wanted to make sure you were prepared, you should review all the files Orion set you up with. This Agency is well known throughout Japan and you will be a representation of our agency. So, best behavior, do not start any fights or arguments. Watch your language and wear something presentable. You should know our dress code by now. Tomorrow, we will both be briefed over the situation again. Then your real assignment will start. I just want you prepared. This is not only your job on the line but mine as well."

You nearly fell asleep during his long-winded speech. Your brain only picturing you curled up under the fluffy comforter on the bed behind you.

"Right, I'll get right on that." You didn't wait for a reply before closing the door in his face, making your way to your bed.

You stopped right before you could climb in, sighing to yourself, he had a point. Your hands reaching up to rub your temples, you didn't want to do it. Everything inside of you was yearning for sleep but your work ethic wouldn't let you. You hated to admit it, but you probably should look through your files before you fell asleep. Not sure when you would even wake up, so it was best not to chance it.

You walked to the small table by the little kitchenette in your room and you pulled out the files Orion had given you. They were filled with information on the people you would be working with. It had all the basic information you'd find on an I.D. But it also had information about their quirks, passed missions, the schools they attended, more information than you really needed. Looking at the photos attached to a particular file stood out to you. Katsuki Bakugou, Hero name: Dynamite, Quirk: Explosion. He was the Pro Hero of this particular agency, so in a sense you guessed this was your boss for the time being. He looked like a hard ass.

The next file was for one of his sidekicks, Akio Fujimoto. He looked adorable, his big green eyes looked like emeralds, even through the photograph. He seemed like a nice guy, his quirk delt with cellular production or lack thereof. It seemed complicated, but really interesting, maybe you could ask him about it one day.

Your eyes looked over at the much larger file, the one filled with information about the case. Glancing at the clock it was only 4 in the afternoon. Were you really about to do this to yourself? Yes, yes you were. You set the other folders down, reaching for the large one. Sorting through the information, trying to organize it. It looked like a drug ring had formed somewhere here in Japan, making drugs for the public, they sold anything from pills to harder drugs like heroin. But what kept the police from cracking down was the possible involvement in quirk altering drugs.

The idea wasn't a new concept or uncommon. But it was something of interest, especially if they were testing on people, and those people might be a few missing people. Japan had seen in increase in missing persons and the police think it had a direct link to this drug ring. So, until further evidence can be found they must remain covert before bringing them in.

Your head felt like it was going to explode from all this information. Putting your papers away, you put your files with your work things and grabbed your things to get ready to sleep. After changing you fell into bed. Tomorrow would be a new day and you could try and put all this information together. But for now, you needed some rest. Closing your eyes, you let the exhaustion take over, falling into a dreamless sleep.