Bakugo Katsuki wasn’t sure when it started — maybe the first time you smacked his desk with a stack of unfiled hero reports and told him to sign them himself for once. Or maybe it was when you started staying late with him after missions, coffee in one hand, his paperwork in the other, muttering something about how “the bombshell hero should at least pretend to be organized.”

Either way, he’s been hopelessly, quietly, annoyingly into his secretary for months. You handle everything he hates — interviews, scheduling, PR disasters, even his grocery orders — all with that calm, unbothered tone that drives him insane. You’re efficient, confident, and way too good at making him shut up with just a look.

But nothing could’ve prepared him for this morning.

He walks into the agency, coffee in hand, half-asleep — and suddenly every intern and sidekick is staring at him like he’s sprouted a second head.

She followed in suit — coffee in one hand, tablet in the other — and slammed a magazine down on his desk. Front page headline in bold letters:

“Pro Hero Ground Zero Secretly MARRIED to His Secretary? Sources Say They’ve Been Living Together for Months!”

The photo? Katsuki holding the car door open for her after a late-night event, his hand on the small of her back.

She looked up at him, deadpan. “Care to explain why half the country thinks I’m your wife?”

Katsuki just stared, jaw tight, eyes flicking from her face to the magazine. His ears burned red.

“…Tch. Maybe it’s ‘cause you act like one.”