Reckless and Explosive (BakugouxReader)

Who the Hell?

"Yes, Akio Fujimoto, follow me," he then began walking out of the room, leading you down the hall. "These little cubicles are used for most of the people who work here, Mr. Garcia, you can use any of them while you're here."

He kept walking and then stopped pointing across the room towards a large set of wooden double doors, "That's the boss' office, if you need him for anything, he's usually in there, the gym downstairs or out on patrol." You noticed so far, he never once had said Bakugou's name nor called him by his hero name. Only sir or now boss, you wondered if it was Bakugou's doing or if Fujimoto just revered him that much.

Moving farther across the room he stopped at a wall of glass doors, "Here's where you'll be working." He glanced at you, before using his ID badge to open the door. "Only you, Mr. Garcia, the boss, and myself have access to it. So, you don't need to worry about anyone going through your things."

It was a fairly nice sized room, far better than the cubicle Joe had gotten stuck with. You stuck your tongue out at him, rubbing it in that your office was bigger.

"I hope it's to your liking. As for now, the police have instructed me that they've brought in some people to prepare you for the interview this afternoon."

"Uh that won't really be necessary," you held your hand out to stop him from walking away.

"They insisted," he gestured for you to follow him before he walked away, assuming you'd follow.

Was this guy always so polite? You walked after him anyway, Joe following behind you. He led you to the elevators, taking you a couple floors lower, before walking down another hallway. He stopped in front of a smaller conference room, before he opened the door, ushering you both inside.

What you found was not what you were expecting. The room was filled with cosmetics and wigs and everything in between. What the fuck?

"Uh what's going on?" You stood in the room, your eyes taking in the people somehow taking out more things.

"The chief of police figured it would be safer if you worked undercover in disguise, to also help conceal your identity and so you could still work at the office."

You didn't know how to react. Most jobs were done alone so you didn't need all this extra stuff. You would usually work out of your hotel room or what not. Concealing your identity wasn't something you really ever needed to do. But it made sense, they didn't want unnecessary people recognizing you at the club or at the office.

A woman walked up to you pulling you to a chair trying to figure out the best way to make you unrecognizable. Your face only displayed shock and confusion as she started showing you different pieces of hair and make up. You caught a look at Joe as he stood off to the side, setting up some work stuff, he was trying and failing at hiding his smile. You'd remember his enjoyment of your pain but right now you'd have to suck it up.

They tried different make up looks on you, once agreeing on a look they had to teach you how to recreate it. Your makeup skills were basic to say the least bit in order to hide in plain sight they made it more dramatic. Your hair was next, your hair never made you stand out, always looked just about average. The hairstylist picked out a deep black a-line bob that didn't look half bad on you.

Last on your list of things to change were your clothes and accessories. They picked out some clothing options that were more trendy and chic, something that if you walked into a club, whether a guest or the bartender, no one would bat an eye at. It was nothing like your work wardrobe, Orion's dress code not making the cut.

You stood in front of the full-length mirror they had put in the room; you honestly couldn't even recognize yourself. Staring in awe at how different you looked with just a change of clothes, hairstyle and some makeup. Fujimoto returned then, catching you checking yourself out.