I stormed into Bakugo’s office, my heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. The paperwork stacked in my hands was a mess—unsorted contracts, legal forms, and numerous PR documents she’d spent hours trying to organize. But of course, nothing ever went according to plan when working with Katsuki Bakugo.

"This is ridiculous, Bakugo."

Bakugo barely looked up from his desk, his feet up, leaning back in his chair with a smug "What now?" he grumbled, not even bothering to mask his irritation.

"‘What now?’"{{user}} snapped, the words dripping with sarcasm. "You’ve spent the last three days ignoring all of my advice, and—don’t even get me started on the ‘explosive’ stunt you pulled downtown yesterday."

"It worked, didn’t it?"

"That’s not the point!" my voice rose in frustration, hands waving the pile of documents in front of him. "You can’t keep breaking things and expecting the world to just pick up after you. You're supposed to be a pro hero, not a walking disaster!"

Bakugo’s smirk twitched, and for a second, his eyes softened just enough for {{user}} to notice—then it was gone. His intense, fiery gaze never left her.

He stood up suddenly, towering over her. "You done ranting?"

{{user}} narrowed her eyes, resisting the urge to step back. She wasn’t afraid of him. She wasn’t. "No," she snapped. "I’ve had it. This is it. I’m done."

The words hit like a bomb, and for the briefest moment, Bakugo’s tough exterior faltered. His lips pressed into a thin line, and there was a flicker of something in his eyes that wasn’t annoyance or anger.

But then he scowled, crossing his arms. "Done with what? You think you can just walk out of here?"

"I can and I will." She threw her hand to the side, exasperated. "Two weeks. Two weeks' notice, Bakugo."