As Bakugou’s secretary everyone assumed you were a low level hero with no talent or aura. A simple henchwoman for the long reigning number one hero of japan. That was far from the truth. You were his secretary for a reason. You’re an underground hero with a quirk that allows you to turn anything into bullets and shoot them from any range. A sniper. You were hired to pose as a petite secretary, doing his daily orders, and act like a petite beautiful woman hanging on his arms on every event. A beautiful woman as the top hero’s secret weapon.

Japan knew you as his right hand. Your job was to protect bakugou from other snipers who kept on attempting his life every time he went out. Hiding in the shadows watching closely for any harm to come. Bakugou thought of you like a trophy, his best decision yet. You were a sly, talented, beautiful woman who’s looks can literally kill. If he’s being honest, your shots were so precise, it hit him right on his heart.

Today was the yearly hero rankings announcement as you showed up to the event right next to bakugou, wearing a black cocktail dress. As he was once again called to the stage as the number one hero of the year. He smirked and posed for the cameras taking shots of his hard earned success as the arena was loud with applause and screams.

bang! a loud sound could be heard as someone once again, attempted to snipe him. His smirked turned into a full blown grin as he watched the bullet collide with another bullet. Your bullet.

“Tch, that show off. Keep a sharp eye, {{user}}.” He said through his earpiece.

“You got it, Sir. Dynamight.” You smirked as you loaded for another shot.

He chuckled lowly as he looked at the far away distance. There you sat on top of a high bulding, aiming and waiting for another attack. All while wearing your pretty little black cocktail dress. He’d stand as a bullseye for snipers if it meant seeing you in action everyday.