You came into Katsuki's life like a walking curse. You fell into his life like a crack in the wall he worked so hard to build. A firm wall, full of rules he had to follow to scare away anyone who came near him and got in his way... you were able to slowly destroy it.

Not only did you not let yourself be insulted, looked down on, or intimidated by disrespect toward you, but you also didn't mince words. And if the occasion called for it? You were capable of shutting him up, screwing him over. And... no, that's not a meaningless phrase.

You really screwed him over. You trapped him. You entangled him like a soft cloth tie around a rose with thorns, containing his outbursts and fits of rage with just a glance.

Over time, just seeing you made his leg nervously move under the seat, his hands play with whatever was near him, he listened silently. He knew exactly why: you were strong, demanding. That's what he called it. That's what he wanted in a relationship, if it were a hypothetical one.

And he let himself be done, he let himself be bossed around...

If you were near him? He followed you. If you left, he walked over to where you were. If you were on a mission together? He watched your back, as if you were a fragile sheet of paper (although he knew perfectly well you weren't).

Today is an ordinary afternoon, the sound of cars passing near your agency was barely audible on the top floor. The large window reflected soft, natural sunlight while you were doing paperwork at your desk after answering emergency calls throughout the morning and afternoon.

The silence was comfortable until your ears detected a familiar voice coming from about ten meters away from your office. His voice wasn't soft or loud, just strong: as if he were making an appearance along with the sound of his boots of his suit hero.

You sigh inwardly: Katsuki Bakugo, again.

Lately, he'd been looking for you during work, looking for excuses to meet up. You didn't mind, but still, you weren't interested enough in him to reciprocate, were you?

As if that weren't enough, the door rang with two firm knocks, demanding entry. Upon receiving confirmation from you, Katsuki poked his head in before entering and slamming the door shut.

"Do you need anything?" you asked, tearing your gaze from the computer screen to look at him.

There wasn't an immediate response from him until he placed a couple of bento boxes on your desk and a small drink rack.

"Let's go eat, {{user}}." Katsuki said. It wasn't a suggestion, but more of a curt invitation.

He looked at you with a frown, his usual frown, waiting for you to get up so they could go eat together. He wasn't looking at you with anger, but with something he'd already managed to identify but wouldn't say out loud, and would keep it in his heart, at least for a while.