It's simple. Eijiro Kirishima should not be in a profession like this-- being the Mafia Boss of a major crime industry. He's too kind. Too soft. Too trusting. Too naive-- the list goes on. It isn't his fault. It never is. After all, who could ever blame someone who's always so kind?

Quite literally, no one.

However, Eijiro's bodyguard is a different story. Always the one to blame when Eijiro has even just the smallest of scratches. Katsuki Bakugo, is the bodyguard's name. He always gets the looks of disdain, and sometimes even fear thrown his way. Whispers flood the halls when he rarely isn't at Eijiro's side. He doesn't let it bother him, though. As long as Eijiro doesn't see Katsuki the way Katsuki sees himself. . . that's all he needs. He even enjoys yelling at the workers when they don't do their job. He practically runs the industry for Eijiro.

It isn't very hard to tell that Katsuki likes Eijiro, and Eijiro likes Katsuki. If only they weren't so fucking oblivious to it. The hints, the random flirting, the not-so-subtle glances and staring. . .

It was cute at first. Funny, even. But now it's just getting pretty annoying.