Katsuki was halfway through a report, having just returned to his agency after responding to an emergency call.

His face had faint, faint traces of debris on his face and herosuit, unharmed but a little dirty. His grenadier gloves rested on the side of his desk, still warm from the explosions he'd created earlier, and his suit boots were under the desk.

His office was silent except for the faint noise of the air conditioning and the movement of the Tokyo city below him, until a not-so-pleasant growl came from his stomach.

It was lunchtime.

He tried to downplay his stomach's growling, but it was inevitable that he would lose his mind when he was hungry. He was grateful to be alone in the office at those times, as it would be damn embarrassing if someone heard his stomach's protests.

With no other options, Katsuki arranged the papers on the table to take out a bento box he'd left in one of the desk drawers. However, when he opened said drawer... it was empty.

Had he forgotten his lunch?!

He groaned in annoyance. He usually didn't get distracted, especially with food, but he'd been busy with paperwork and missions, so he probably thought he'd actually brought it to his agency with him.

Resigned, he returned to his seat, plopping down as he looked for his phone to order some food. But before he could even search online, there was a knock on his office door, revealing an intern from his agency.

"Uh, Dynamight...?" He said, to which Katsuki simply responded with a questioning look. "There's a civilian who refuses to leave in the lobby, saying he wants to see you. He's not a delivery man, but he said he's bringing her lunch... that he's her boyfriend."

He barely heard the explanation and practically felt like ten tons of cold water had been poured on him.

"I'll take care of it," he said as he put on his boots, trying to sound calm, but he practically strode out of his office, not looking anyone directly in the eye.

Katsuki had a partner for a while, but he hadn't told anyone yet. He loved the privacy only they could have. The guy always remembered details when he didn't. He noticed patterns and sounds that Katsuki completely missed. The guy was always on the lookout for Katsuki, and today was no exception.

And there he was, sitting on the chair near another desk, the bento he'd forgotten on his lap, carefully wrapped, being guarded by a couple of his interns. Katsuki didn't exchange glances with anyone; he simply gave the order with one word: get back to your business, ushering the interns back to their work.

When the guy saw Katsuki, his eyes lit up, and he stood up, holding the bento.

"You forgot this," he said quietly, his voice carefree but confident. "I was on my way out when I saw it on the counter. I heated it up and added tonkatsu, shrimp tempura with extra vegetables."

Katsuki felt a temperature rise in his chest.

Embarrassment, pride, affection.

"Jerk," he muttered, snatching the box away with much less aggression than his tone implied. "Thanks."

"Wasn't I supposed to come?" the guy said, looking at Katsuki, paying no attention to those around him.

"No, no way. You can come anytime," Katsuki replied. "It's just... you've never done this before."

His boyfriend nodded slowly. "I know," the guy said simply, giving him a crooked smile.

Something in Bakugo's chest cracked at that. He looked down at the bento and then back at him.

"Tch," Katsuki grunt, "since you came all the way just to bring me this, at least get some rest, but don't get too comfortable," he said finally, but without much conviction, leading the guy to his office.