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maroon - k. bakugou

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katsuki bakugou x gn! reader

genre: fluff???

summary: katsuki stumbles into his office late at night to find is assistant, you, cleaning the mess that is his desk. unfortunate for him, he’s unable to hide the gash in his abdomen any longer and collapses into your arms, staining your outfit maroon.

warnings: cursing, blood, light descriptions of body horror (?), cursing, a bit slowburn, brief mention of drug use, UNEDITED

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lights twinkled outside the window. the city view was breathtaking no matter the time of day.

it was a late night and an early morning for you. you’d been staying overtime lately, tidying up the mess that was pro-hero dynamight’s office. on any other day or week or month, bakugou was a very neat, organized young man.

he was done with paperwork a month before it was needed, his deadlines never needed to be pushed back. his hair was, perhaps, the only messy thing about it besides his attitude.

everyone knew of his rambunctious tendencies as a teen, but he’d calmed down since then. the sneers and glares from across the room were still prevalent, as well as his snappy attitude and short temper.

it wasn’t a rare occurrence to hear a raspy, angry voice bellowing from the end of the hall.

recently, bakugou had taken up a project with a few other heroes to take down a villain that had been rampaging the past few weeks. the identity of them was still unknown. citizens had started calling the villain “Kage,” or “Shadow,” reminiscent of the villain’s ability to hide in the shadows of other people, making everyone and no one a suspect at the same time.

It was impossible to track someone with no certain physical form. the pro’s weren’t even certain of what Kage looked like which only reinforced the strength of their foe.

the stress was pressing down harder and harder on bakugou’s shoulders. you could tell.

you were normally decent around him, never giving in to his tendency to draw out an argument (an argument being him lecturing you) or snapping back at him. you kept a nice attitude, you dressed modestly or for the occasion. you were a good assistant.

but you knew the stress was getting back when it started to affect you.

you’d been tired lately.

bakugou insisted a bit aggressively that you didn’t need to clean his office. you didn’t need to hover around him like a needy child waiting for the teacher to be off their lunch break.

he didn’t need you unless he called for you.

despite those worse, you often found yourself doing more than necessary, even little errands like morning coffee. bakugou was a routine man, never missing a meal. that doesn’t mean he hasn’t ever slipped up once in a while.

perhaps that was why you were the only assisstant that hadn’t run out of his office pissed off or swiping at fat tears.

you wanted to do these things for him, not only to ensure your job for the future, but also because he was busy just as much as he was organized.

he was so organized with his schedule that he would often forget to be organized in other places.

so here you were, late at night in dynamight’s office shuffling papers into neat piles, segregated into their given genres of work. a sigh fell from your lips, your eyes were tinted with red from the sleep creeping up your shoulders.

just one more pile to organize and you’d be done for the night.

too absorbed in your work, you nearly missed the door opening. the familiar shhk of the sliding door sounded.

bakugou came stumbling in, his legs confused by the weight of his own body, or perhaps the lack thereof.

“sir? what happened?” you raced towards your boss as he collapsed.

“what are you doing here, y/n?” his voice was raspy. a hoarse mess of stress and pain.

“cleaning your office. i thought it would be nice to have a clean workspace in the morning―you should sit down.”

“yeah...i can do it on my own.”

he knew what was good for him, prideful as he was.

“i’ll get some bandages...stay here.”

“no, no, i’ll be fine y/n.”

you took in the wound and the red blossom of blood spread across his hero uniform. there was more red than the iconic black and orange blending in.

the blood was dark, almost a deep deep purple.

“let me see where you’re hurt.” you started towards him, kneeling to view the wound. you dared to slip your hands past his, fingertips grazing upon each other’s. his uniform was torn, revealing a large gash stretching from his shoulder blade and down the side of his abdomen, ending where his ribcage stopped.

“i will be fine, y/n. go home.”

“sir―”

“go. home. i can deal with this by myself without your incessant nagging.”

your brow furrowed. “i can’t say that working with you is pleasant all the time, sir, but if you must know, i will lose my job if i don’t tend to you right now.”

this seemed to take him by a bit of surprise. you were always friendly to him, but you needed to be. for your job.

“seriously? your job?”

“i value it a lot, sir.”

“stop. stop, enough with the sir. just bakugou right now, okay?”

“it’s really important we keep a professional environment right now.”

“aren’t you supposed to be doing what i want?”

your face sunk into a repulsive attitude.

“okay, whatever, just...get the first aid kit.” he groaned, adjusting his position in the cushioned seat. patches of blood were beginning to appear on the teal fabric. you made a mental note of needing to clean that up later. or just replace the chair entirely.

you fetched the first aid kit and hurried back.

“we should call a doctor right now so you’re patched up by the time the ambulence arrives.”

“no,” bakugou said, resting a hand on yours as you began to reach for your phone.

“you need help―”

“no more sirens for today. please.”

you nearly jumped back at his manners.

“i don’t want to hear anymore crying. just need to catch this damn villain.”

“and you can do that once you’re better, bakugou. so we should call the ambulence.”

he shook his head. “later. please. i will be fine. i’ve faced injuries worse than this without terrible consequences. it’s bad but it’s not like he pierced anything vital. just think...think of it as a really big papercut. that’s a bit deep. a papercut with a knife.”

you paused for a moment, slowly reaching for the kit and pulling out a disinfectant. you took a cloth and began dabbing some on.

“can i ask...what happened?”

“bitch villain can go into people’s shadows ‘n manipulate them and shit. their shadows, i mean. did that to me. right under my nose. i could tell something was off. kept feeling...watched. then I turned around and got scared by my own damn shadow.” he winced as the disinfectant stung him.

“sorry.”

“it’s fine.” he looked around the room. at the organized shelves, at the paper stacks on his desk. “you cleaned all my shit up, huh?”

you mimicked him, glancing around before getting back to work. “yeah. you didn’t seem to have much time on your hands and work has been piling up because of this case. i know you insist you don’t need help but as your assistant i―”

“thank you.”

“...what?”

“i’ve never thanked you for all the shit you do for me.”

you hid the smile creeping up your cheek. “i like to think of myself as a good assistant.”

“yeah, you are. don’t let it get to your head, dumbass.”

you peered up at him and noticed a scarlet tint on his cheeks, almost as deep as the color now staining your hands. it just occurred to you that when he wasn’t yelling and his face wasn’t contorted with rage, he was actually quite handsome.

he had scruffy hair that told everyone he was still a young man, but the eyes of an old soul. he wore porcelain skin and a sharp jawline like a glass doll would.

he cleared his throat, setting you off balance for a moment and snapping you back into reality.

“keep staring, i dare you.”

you glared up at him, holding his gaze with a rare intensity. you ignored the head rushing to your cheeks, flushing your ears. “must you be so irritable all the time?”

bakugou, despite the pain in his side, let out a laugh. it filled the room with a warmth you ached to feel again.

“so you’ve been lying to me this whole time? with the ‘sweet assistant’ act? i feel so betrayed.”

you’d never seen him so...relaxed. so easy going. it almost reminded you of the light-hearted red riot, a man who seemed to never face any troubles.

he had dimples, a sweet feature you never imagined someone like bakugou to have.

“unfortunately, yes. you can be a pain in the ass sometimes.”

“but only sometimes?”

you chuckled, blushing. “maybe. only sometimes.”

“what other times have i not been...a pain in the ass?”

the simplicity of both of your attitudes seemed to ease his pain just a bit, so you let go of your professional nature and let out another breathy chuckle.

“well, when you’re not yelling or pissed off, then you’re all right i guess,” you joked.

“so when i’m not me?”

you looked up at him. “no, i was kidding...”

he grinned mischievously. “so was i.”

“you’re...making a joke?”

“i take my job seriously. but i need a laugh when i’m fucking bleeding out.”

you hurried back to work, patching up the wound.

bakugou wasn’t exceptionally nice to you, not that he was to anyone. but he seemed almost...high on something? he wasn’t, as you could evidently tell. but he was all too smiley, too child-like in this intimate presence of yours. on normal days, bakugou wasn’t...nasty to you as he was to other people.

you averted your gaze down to the kit, pretending to gather gauze to distract yourself from the color of red dusting your cheeks and the crimson gaze of bakugou staring at you, deep as a maroon sea.

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