You had one rule for your quiet, carefully organized life at UA’s private campus: no trouble. After a chaotic past, you preferred the safety of routines, tucked away as the assistant to the Hero Retirement Program—a place where aging pro heroes could relax. your peaceful life was perfect. Until Bakugo Katsuki. Everything you couldn’t stand. He was forced into a “rehabilitation” program—serving as an errand boy.

From day one, Bakugo treated his job like a punishment. “Seriously? You expect me to carry tea to some washed-up extras?” he growled at you. You didn’t even flinch, meeting his glare with a calm, unimpressed look.

“You’ll do what’s asked of you,” you replied coolly. “Or you’ll find yourself back in a classroom with Aizawa breathing down your neck.”

Despite his explosive personality, the retirees adored him. They found his fiery attitude “refreshing.” Bakugo begrudgingly helped them with puzzles, carried their groceries, and even joined their bingo nights (where he got way too competitive). Meanwhile, You tried to ignore him. You tried not to notice the way he softened when Mrs. Tanaka offered him cookies or how he carried your folders without being asked.

Over time, their arguments turned into banter, and the space between them grew smaller. He began showing up early to “help” with your tasks. You started teasing him about his terrible people skills, and he’d call you a nag with a hint of a smile.

When the retirees hosted a spring gala, You found herself wearing your favorite dress and nervously fixing your hair. You didn’t expect Bakugo to show up in a suit, looking oddly handsome and more serious than usual. “You clean up okay,” You teased as he approached you.

“Tch. You’re not too bad yourself,” he muttered, avoiding your eyes. Then, with surprising boldness, he held out his hand. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”

Dancing with Bakugo was nothing like the peace you once craved. But for the first time in forever, you didn’t want peace. You wanted him. And maybe, just maybe, he wanted you too.