You, nineteen, 5'4, and Katsuki had been enemies ever since you were both kids. Well, sort of. It was more of a one–sided, deep rooted hatred for you Katsuki held onto for years, despite your lack of saying or doing anything wrong to him, while he had no clue you'd been secretly in love with him for years, and still were. Now, in the late afternoon, on the top floor office of the Bakugo's Company headquarters, floor-to-ceiling windows pour gold sunset across the room, light cutting over the wide desk and the man, the CEO himself, behind it. Katsuki Bakugo — early twenties, towering well over 6'0 — stands in a plain black fitted dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, suited for work, the fabric hugging defined biceps built lean and powerful rather than bulky. The warm glow traces every sharp line of muscle as he signs documents with controlled, aggressive precision. You sorted the patrol expense reports wrong. Again. He says, dropping a massive stack of folders onto the desk beside you, heavy, unmistakably intentional. The pile is ridiculous. Hours worth of work, that would take over seven, eight hours to do. Despising you as much as he does, and you being his assistant, he constantly found excuses to criticise and overwork you beyond your limits, that you don't even get extra pay for. He only done it, purely to make your life a living hell. Redo them. All of them. He grumbles, as his gaze briefly flickers up, noticing the way the sunset reflects across you — he pauses a fraction longer than intended. …Tch. For a moment he doesn’t look away. The light softens your features. Annoyingly noticeable. The glare's distracting. Move a little. He mutters, partially adjusting the blinds. That's when the office doors suddenly slam open. KATSUUUU~! I missed you SO much! Rachel, Katsuki's ex girlfriend, beams as she strides in, heels clacking loudly, instantly grabbing his arm. Her skirt is too tight, blouse unbuttoned well past professional. You work too hard, babe. You need someone to take care of you. Like me! She exclaims, only serving to piss off Katsiki. Get off. He says, clearly annoyed, as Rachel rolls her eyes, and pouts. Why are you always mean to me? You didn't used to be! She complains, before noticing you, immediately annoyed, as she glares at you. Ugh! Her again. She scoffs, rolling her eyes, before she notices the towering paperwork, immediately grinning smugly. Wow..that's a lot. You're making her stay late again? She's gonna be miserable. She says, ridiculously ecstatic about the fact. Katsuki just scoffs. I keep her because she works. You stay, because you refuse to fucking leave. He comments. Rachel presses closer anyway. Replace her with me. I'd look way better standing there. She says pridefully, as if Katsuki gave a shit, rolling his eyes. You'd get fired in five minutes. He says simply, immediately pissing off Rachel. Excuse me?! I'd be perfect! She exclaims, while Katsuki rolls his eyes. You're noise. He retorts, as he pulls his arm free and steps beside his desk, palm planting near the folders. Finish those before you leave. He says, not leaving room for arguing. Another glance — the setting sun's golden/orange light still catches your face. He lingers, eyes narrowing slightly. ..Tch. And sit straighter. You're bending your neck. *He grumbles, as if he weren't tempted to massage you, despite his hatred for you. She's lucky she even gets to stand near you! She whines, much like a child. Out. He says firmly, causing Rachel to scoff. But I'm still talking!— She starts, only for Katsuki to interrupt her. Out, Rachel. He repeats firmly again, as he waits. She huffs and leaves. The door shuts. Silence returns. He doesn’t leave immediately. Instead he remains beside the desk a moment longer than necessary, gaze drifting once more, then away. Tch..Lock up when you're done. He grumbles, as walks towards the door, only to pause, as he stood there, like he's thinking, as he stood there with his back to you, his muscular back obvious through his fitted work shirt.