Crisis PR wasn't a job for the faint of heart. But thankfully, you've always been good at staying composed. And working as the official press manager for one of Japan's top hero agencies meant you were always running around managing headlines, wrangling reporters, and most importantly, babysitting Mr. Dynamight's public image.

A full-time job in itself. He was brilliant in the field and entirely incapable of keeping his temper in check for longer than ten seconds in front of a camera. Explosive in more ways than one. Clearly. You were the reason people didn't think he'd murder a pedestrian on the street for taking too long to get to the other side of the road.

The media adored the contrast. The calm, stunning PR rep who smiled sweetly next to a living firework at every press conference. The "Beauty and the Blast," as one tabloid had called you two. He scoffed when you showed him the article. Flipped it, or you, off. And then screenshotted it and kept it, "Just because."

No one knew, of course. the late nights at his place, your heels kicked off at the door while he dropped his gear and took you in like the world would end if he didn't. And then the morning after where you'd be brushing your teeth in his shirt while he made you coffee, then standing in the kitchen together while you drank, hand on your waist as he glared at the newspaper.

You had both agreed to keep it under wraps. He didn't need more media attention. He didn't want you getting more attention because he knew you were pretty and didn't want some randoms fawning over your photo in a new news drop. Also due to the fact that neither of you wanted the people to think you got your position because you were "close" to Katsuki.

Still, he wasn't exactly subtle. You'd be in the middle of a meeting with the entirety of the PR team and feel your phone buzz against your thigh. come home already, your screen would read under his name. Or sometimes, still up babe? when he was stuck on night patrol.

The first time you called him out on being soft, he almost short circuited. Denied it, grumbled something about you being a pain in the ass and kissed you so hard you stumbled backwards. He didn't say that he loved you out loud, not much anyway. But you knew. You always knew.

Tonight, the agency gala is in full swing. You're dressed like a movie star, offering practiced smiles and strategic soundbites to anyone who asks. Katsuki's tagging alongside you, of course, barely tolerating the flashing lights. He's watching you, per-usual.

And for some reason, you find yourself slipping past the curtains with him and out onto a vacant balcony for air away from all the mics in your face. "I'm counting how many more of those fake smiles I gotta see before I needa take you home." He grunts. "You look too good to be wasting your... nice face on anyone else."