Reckless and Explosive (BakugouxReader)

The entirety of your Sunday was spent sleeping, you didn't have to work at the bar or the agency, so you tried to catch up on your lack of sleep. But sleeping was a generous word, you continued to wake up every few hours, nightmares haunting you into staying awake. Once again you found yourself awake before the sun was up, knowing you weren't going to get anymore rest you did what you always did and went to the gym. As you were searching for your work clothes realization set in that you hadn't done your laundry in a while and were now out of clean pants. Having but one option you grabbed the one skirt you owned, throwing it in your gym bag and headed to the office.

Waking up before sunrise was one thing but now having to be stuck in a skirt for the day was a different tragedy. It wasn't that you didn't like the femininity that came with it, but you liked having the ability to move freely. Knee length pencil skirts didn't give that leeway. Already having to deal with the torture of no sleep and now no pants you threw yourself into your workout, forcing yourself into exhaustion so that perhaps by the end of the day you'd actually get some rest.

Bakugou wasn't in the gym this morning and for that you were grateful. After what had happened early Saturday morning you still weren't ready to face him. Once your legs were aching and you knew they'd be sore tomorrow, you left to get ready and head for your office. Upon arrival you found another file on your desk, this time with a note that let you know to leave it in Bakugou's office once again. Apparently Bakugou didn't want to see you either.

Sitting behind your desk you opened the file and began sifting through the different pages. You stopped on one in particular, it held a picture of the intimidating man from the bar. Apparently, they had gotten a photograph of him entering the bar but still no one knew who he was or what business he had with the drug ring. You quickly put the page to the back of the pile, the man's face giving you the creeps even through the paper.

You began working on your notes, adding in things from your time with Dabi and what you knew about the man from the bar. The papers soon covered your desk as you went through them, typing into your laptop while rummaging through the file page by page. You hadn't realized it was time for lunch until Fujimoto knocked on the glass door of your office. You were glad the two of you could still grab lunch together even with his attempt at asking you on a date. Pushing that memory to the back of your mind you opened the door, walking with Fujimoto downstairs to the small break room.

"You look exhausted, are you getting enough sleep? If the bar work is messing with your sleep schedule, I'm sure we can change when you come to the office." Fujimoto spoke, concern ringing in his voice as he noticed the dark circles that had begun to form around your eyes.

Stifling a yawn, you nudged his shoulder, "It's fine, I honestly just can't sleep."

"Well, I'm sure if you need more time to sleep we can ask Bak-" he stopped talking as he walked into the break room.

"You good?" pushing passed him you realized why he had stopped talking. Bakugou was rummaging around in a cabinet for something. You wanted to leave the room immediately but before you could even take a step towards the door he turned around.

"Fujimoto," he stood up straighter at the sound of his name, his eyes wide at attention, "I thought we had ibuprofen in here." Bakugou reached up, rubbing his temples as if it would help his raging headache. Fujimoto quickly moved to the cabinet searching for the pills.

"Aw does someone have a hangover?" You smirked at him as he continued to apply pressure to his head.

His crimson eyes slowly made their way to you, realizing you were also in the room. "That's none of your fucking business," he spat at you, not in the mood to deal with your bullshit. His eyes lingered on you a moment, examining your figure while they looked down at what you were wearing before moving back to your face.