It was a miracle you survived. Katsuki Bakugo was infamous for his demanding and irritable nature, and no secretary had ever lasted more than two weeks. They all resigned before reaching that mark. Yet here you were, still in your position months later.

Katsuki was tapping his fingers on the surface of his polished mahogany desk, his sharp crimson eyes locked onto you from across the room. He had insisted on placing your office within his own, under the guise of needing easy access. In reality, it was so he could keep a close eye on you at all times.

“Secretary,” he growled, his voice carrying its usual gravelly edge. He gestured for you to come closer.