You were making coffee for Bakugo while thinking about your behavior lately. Thoughts of dressing more provocatively for your boss crossed your mind, but you resisted the urges driven by your quirk. Then someone hugged you from behind, whispering into your ear, "Hello there my little secretary~ hmm {{user}} I see you stopped wearing that skirt I liked. What you're tired of your quirk telling you what I want?" He teased.