Rocker Bakugo/Manager reader
Rocker Bakugo who everyone labels as cocky but you simply say arrogant. There's videos that have gone viral of you correcting people during interviews saying he's only like this because he knows what he can do. This is how you gain your popularity as his manager.
"Now you're quite cocky aren't you?" The grey haired man leans forward onto his desk.
"No, he's not." You speak up from where you sit next to Bakugo on the dark green sofa.
"But he is," the man corrects you.
"No, he's not." You've taken on a more stern tone, "anytime Katsuki has ever told me 'I don't need you to teach me' he goes and proves that in fact he doesn't need my assistance. He's very talented and has been since a surprisingly young age, do I wish he was nicer yes, every one does. He's arrogant only because he's aware of how talented he is." The interview was cut short after that, security escorting your crew out. This is how you accidently make your mark.
Rocker Bakugo who has a ton of groupies but doesn't really care. As his career starts to rocket, he appears more and more in public with hickeys on his shoulders and chest. At first there's speculation of it being from wild fan, however it's all from you. Gotta make your claim on your drummer boy.
Rocker Bakugo who sits you on his lap and tries to teach you how to play the drums. He wraps his hands around yours, has you pick your favorite song and the two of you learn it together. When ever he has free time (which includes the five minutes he has before showtime) he'll sit you down and have you practice.
"Let's see," he pulls you down onto him.
"I'm not there yet," you're all bashful and shy like the other fan girls. You're not really musically inclined, you dabble sure but negotiation's are your world.
"Yeah you are, come on play." He doesn't grab onto your hands this time, forcing you to play on your own.
"How was that," you're eager for his validation.
"Certified drummer baby, might take my job."
"Don't gaslight."
"'M not."
One day he pulls you on stage for an encore. He gets up from his stool, sits you down instead and has the whole band play your favorite song as a live concert.
Rocker Bakugo who plays dumb when you're talking about laws and contracts. You know full well he understands what you're talking about. When everything was young; your relationship, careers, and ages, the two of you went to get your degrees together.
He'd help you study and was one of the top of your class. You both walked the stage together. Fast forward and his degrees just sitting there in his studio while his eye candy of a manager takes care of everything for him.
"What's that," he ask interrupting you when you use a 'big legal word.'
"Katsuki," you whine.
"What? I'm fuckin' confused explain it to me."
"You understand, I know you understand."
"Brain's melted from all those guitar riffs love, nothing in here but music notes."
"Kat," you swat at him.
"Alright fine, like when that sexy voice of yours explains it to me."
"We're not in college anymore."
"Wasn't that long ago."
Rocker Bakugo who slays at guitar hero and has the drum version. When he's pissed he plays, you come home and find him just jamming the fuck out. He's broken the game once or twice it's a pain in the ass to pay. The damn rich boy even owns the arcade version, bakusquad comes over and plays it all the time.
Rocker Bakugo who has to have your validation. (We all know he has an inferiority complex.) Who gets off stage all sweaty and shit, has that smug ass grin on his face. Still without fail always finds you and is like "how'd I do?"
"Sexy as fuck."
"Yeah," he's breathing heavily in your neck. His arms are limp by his sides, muscles sore.
"Yeah," you push his hair out of his face.
Rocker Bakugo who had everyone convinced you were just some girl. You were always with him, even when recording most people kind of just assumed you were some accessory. You always love the reactions you get when you're introduced as his manager.
Rocker Bakugo who people assume doesn't actually love you. The two of you always appear standoff-ish and scary. However this is only because you're always on alert when the two of you are with new people. You're polite but that bubbly personality of yours completely fizzles away. You're his no bullshitting manager and nothing else during those times, all work mode. There's a rule about no PDA as a way to keep up your image and reputation.
It's such a huge contrast from how the two of you are on livestreams and what not.
Rocker Bakugo who low-key has a mommy/daddy kink, and loves your praise. You're unafraid of telling him when's messed up or needs to rehearse something again. And well your boyfriend's learned to swallow your critique. This means that when he does do something perfect the first time he expects you to hang it up on the fridge.
"Again," you're leaning up against the wall on the opposite side of the room. The darkness of the rest of the space makes you seem barely there, you're like a phantom.
"Again," he growls back at you. The rest of the group is watching with open eyes weary of what is going to happen next.
"Are your muscles cramping?"
"No."
"Are you hungry?"
"No," his voice gets louder.
"Thirty?"
"No," and louder.
"Am I overworking you then?"
"no," and louder.
"Well then do you think you can play it right this time?" Your words make everyone in the room wince, except for your boyfriend. His jaws clenched biting the words he so desperately wants to shout.
"Yeah," he barks at you.
"Good," you lean back against the wall adjusting your shoulders for comfort. "Again."
Rocker Bakugo who fights with you sometimes. "What kind of contract is that," he snarls at you.
"Katsuki what you're asking me for doesn't exist."
"Then make it happen."
"It doesn't work like that, this is difficult."
"It always is."
"Oh don't give me that, you know damn well this is hard. Actually I bet you don't, I bet you haven't even looked at it." You scoff shaking your head, "you're bitching to me about something you know nothing about."
"Bullshit," he spats.
"Yeah ok."
"And what was that shit during practice," his hand is flat on your desk. Your study smells like him and you're not quite sure how you feel about that. It's like he's invaded your space.
"That shirt during practice was me trying to make you better."
"Yeah right," he sneers putting his other hand down on the desk.
"Not everyone's got it out for you Katsuki." You rise from your seat so that you may now stand behind your desk. "You know what Dyna-mighT I can just pack up and leave. I mean you wouldn't want to sleep next to a greedy traitor." You walk out from behind your desk, "you poor fucking cash cow," you glare at him. "I loved you before all of this, when we were broke fucking high school kids."
"Not true."
"Yeah because your mommy and daddy had money to back you up." You point to yourself, "I didn't have that though. I went out on a limb because I believed in you, I took a leap of faith because I trusted the net would appear. This," you bring your finger down onto your desk, "is my income. We don't have to love each other but I am not losing this job."
"Because you made me right, you made me want I am now." He's snarling at your back, you're only a couple steps away from the door.
You snort, "you made yourself. You're really fucking smart, and your gorgeous too but FUCK do you let your insecurity get in the way. And it's my fault for making your ego bigger, this wasn't all you. Go through those records and try and tell me I haven't done some crazy shit for you. Go through documents, interviews, concerts, post, look and compare old contracts."
"Bullshit, I know people that can do better."
"Than go find them," you wave him off.
"You're just a fucking manager-"
"And you're just a fucking cash cow," you slam the door behind you.
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