The stale air of the agency’s elevator was slightly unnerving. The sound of slow elevator music was playing but seemed to be drowned out by the elevator coming to a stop and beeping as the doors open

A familiar mop of spiky ash blonde hair revealed itself from behind the metal doors and it nearly made your heart stop

you made awkward eye contact with him before retreating into the farthest corner from him. He didn’t even say a word he just pressed a floor number and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed

“I was going to text..” your voice was meek and you instantly regretted the words the moment they escaped but the silence with stifling

you had been going out with Bakugo and on your third date- just when things were a little too good, and getting a little too serious you freaked out and ghosted him. He remembered your order at the restaurant, held your hand, and kissed your forehead like it was the most normal thing.

His red eyes shot over towards you. He seemed unbothered somehow.

“Oh yeah?” His voice was dry, a bit more unsure than usual

“You could’ve just said you weren’t interested. I’m not some fuckin’ amateur”