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- Dec 21, 2018
Calloused hands use the cloth of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow, his sweat soaked skin showing just how hard he'd been training on his day off. That didn't mean that Bakugou wasn't at least working on himself during his down time, as becoming number one was no easy task. Though it was rare he took them since becoming a Pro-Hero, as much as he hated to admit it it, he was only human and needed to take breaks. Even if he was spending those breaks basic training for his job. Truth be told he found it relaxing to train, so it actually worked out.
The sound of his phone pinging catches his ear, his eyebrows creasing as he walks to check it. A sweaty thumb swipes the screen, crimson eyes seeing that there's a text waiting to be read. It's one of the agency's paper pushers, but what could be so important they'd message on his day off? Using his quirk to clear off the excess sweat on his fingertips, he feels the small explosions go off as the smell of smoke fills his senses. Waving his hand to finish the job, he unlocks his phone, checking the text immediately.
[Txt: Four Eyes] Come in. We've got an important assignment for you.[received]
[Txt: Four Eyes] And don't give me anything about this being your day off. For the record, I tried to warn them. Mr. Hakamata wants to see you asap.[received]
Red eyes blink as a feral growl shakes his chest over the message, his head shaking as he packed his things. He's more miffed at the secretaries snippy texts than the call in to work on his day off. He could give that up easily, however he made no promises of being presentable on short notice. Writing a quick reply, the blond tossed his gym bag over his shoulder and made a beeline to the door.
[Txt:]Whatever. See you when I get there.[sent]
Soon enough he's in a car, tucked neatly into the backseat as he rustled around. Yelling at his driver, Risuna, to book it, the messy man scrambled to neaten up a bit. Removing his sweat soaked shirt, he puts on a fresh coat of deodorant and changes his shirt to the black, unused tank top in his gym bag (mostly due to not wanting to get his usual street clothes all funky). The meeting might've been short notice, but at least he could do something to keep himself semi-presentable when he's standing before his boss. Much as the blond claimed not to care, he knew better than to look his worst around Best Jeanist. As he began looking a little less like a gym rat, the blond debated changing pants, but decided against it, not wanting to risk flashing his driver(or worse: a paparazzo who might be lurking in the streets or nearby cars). This would have to do as they pulled into the lot closest to the agency.
"Wait here, Risuna." The older man nods, and it's enough for Katsuki to understand the quieter male. He'd learned a while ago this driver listened, and in a way that wasn't simply pretending while saying the occasional yes or paying hyper attention due to fear or being a fan of him. Between his ability to do both that and navigate effortlessly through Tokyo traffic during rush hour, the driver had earned him more respect in his book(even if the hero still yelled and treated him the same way he did everybody else).
Walking in, he's instantly greeted by four eyes, her violet eyes focused on him, giving him a stern look as she taps her clipboard. Her ebony hair tied into a bun and her pinstriped suit impeccable as she pushes a pair square glasses up her nose as she walls forward. The woman's name is Sayuri Yume, a woman who'd graduated a year above his class at U.A. from general studies classes. Despite her not being his superior, her presence demanded his attention. While Katsuki knew she had a quirk that drew attention of a target she chose, it seemed like she really didn't need the extra help. Even if she never used her quirk in excess to obey the law, it seemed she specialised in giving him a headache whenever she was around. That was mostly due to the fact she refused to stop riding his ass when they crossed paths and seemed to know what buttons to hit specifically to annoy him. "I see you actually made it, I almost asked them to call in Red Riot over from his agency to take your place. Now come on, they're waiting for you."
"Wait, who the hell else is in there? And don't tell me it's shitty hair!" Red eyes glare at Yume, the sharp eyed woman glaring back at him pointedly; her heels clicking on the tile floor as they walked to the back office. Despite his tone, he wouldn't mind working with Eijirou, as he had a bond with the other hero. Working with him wouldn't be horrible, so much as feel like they were still in U.A. and put together on a group project.
As they approach the door, Katsuki sees the silhouettes of two people: the familiar one of Best Jeanist, and one he couldn't quite place, yet was familiar with. Perhaps someone from another agency? Yume had mentioned calling in Eijiro from his, so it wasn't off the table....but still he couldn't shake the familiarity. "You'll find out soon enough, now get in there!"
She pushes open the door, and the messy looking blond stomps forward, his footsteps heavy as he looks meets the gaze of his superior. Crimson gaze shifts away as he looks to see the other occupant in the room, and his jaw clenches. Ochako Uraraka, otherwise known as Uravity, in full costume like she was out working when she got the call. No wonder her silhouette was so familiar; he'd spent 3 years in the same homeroom as her, taking notes of her as a possible opponent of they ever got matched up again for whatever reason. Come to think of it, he had seen her recently on the streets working patrols at least once a month since graduation, but he usually walked right past since he never was really close friends with her. Scoffing, he felt his nails dig into his skin as he stepped in. Nearly slamming the door behind him, he lets his now open palm rest on the smooth surface of the door.
"Good to see you, Ground Zero. I assume you already know Uravity? You two were classmates after all." The elegant blond waved a hand, the older man gesturing with ease. Grunting at the question, Katsuki nods as he leans against the door.
"Yeah I know Uraraka. Now can you cut to the chase?” Her name rolls off his tongue sharply, the sound taking him back. Looks like this was gonna be like high school after all. ” Besides, whatever this is must be damn good to call me in on my day off, and I'd rather not waste any time. The sooner we get down to it, the sooner I know why she’s here." He cocks his head in her direction, a hand gesturing to her before he folds them over his chest.
Hakamata sighs, shaking his head at the youthful males crassness. Scolding the other could wait until after business(and he planned on having a talk), unless he proved to be unruly during the briefing. After all, this behavior was civil compared to some of what he'd seen of the young hero in the past. "We have a few threads we need to inspect before we ‘cut to the chase’. You both might want to sit down for this before I weave the details out for you to see.”
The sound of his phone pinging catches his ear, his eyebrows creasing as he walks to check it. A sweaty thumb swipes the screen, crimson eyes seeing that there's a text waiting to be read. It's one of the agency's paper pushers, but what could be so important they'd message on his day off? Using his quirk to clear off the excess sweat on his fingertips, he feels the small explosions go off as the smell of smoke fills his senses. Waving his hand to finish the job, he unlocks his phone, checking the text immediately.
[Txt: Four Eyes] Come in. We've got an important assignment for you.[received]
[Txt: Four Eyes] And don't give me anything about this being your day off. For the record, I tried to warn them. Mr. Hakamata wants to see you asap.[received]
Red eyes blink as a feral growl shakes his chest over the message, his head shaking as he packed his things. He's more miffed at the secretaries snippy texts than the call in to work on his day off. He could give that up easily, however he made no promises of being presentable on short notice. Writing a quick reply, the blond tossed his gym bag over his shoulder and made a beeline to the door.
[Txt:]Whatever. See you when I get there.[sent]
Soon enough he's in a car, tucked neatly into the backseat as he rustled around. Yelling at his driver, Risuna, to book it, the messy man scrambled to neaten up a bit. Removing his sweat soaked shirt, he puts on a fresh coat of deodorant and changes his shirt to the black, unused tank top in his gym bag (mostly due to not wanting to get his usual street clothes all funky). The meeting might've been short notice, but at least he could do something to keep himself semi-presentable when he's standing before his boss. Much as the blond claimed not to care, he knew better than to look his worst around Best Jeanist. As he began looking a little less like a gym rat, the blond debated changing pants, but decided against it, not wanting to risk flashing his driver(or worse: a paparazzo who might be lurking in the streets or nearby cars). This would have to do as they pulled into the lot closest to the agency.
"Wait here, Risuna." The older man nods, and it's enough for Katsuki to understand the quieter male. He'd learned a while ago this driver listened, and in a way that wasn't simply pretending while saying the occasional yes or paying hyper attention due to fear or being a fan of him. Between his ability to do both that and navigate effortlessly through Tokyo traffic during rush hour, the driver had earned him more respect in his book(even if the hero still yelled and treated him the same way he did everybody else).
Walking in, he's instantly greeted by four eyes, her violet eyes focused on him, giving him a stern look as she taps her clipboard. Her ebony hair tied into a bun and her pinstriped suit impeccable as she pushes a pair square glasses up her nose as she walls forward. The woman's name is Sayuri Yume, a woman who'd graduated a year above his class at U.A. from general studies classes. Despite her not being his superior, her presence demanded his attention. While Katsuki knew she had a quirk that drew attention of a target she chose, it seemed like she really didn't need the extra help. Even if she never used her quirk in excess to obey the law, it seemed she specialised in giving him a headache whenever she was around. That was mostly due to the fact she refused to stop riding his ass when they crossed paths and seemed to know what buttons to hit specifically to annoy him. "I see you actually made it, I almost asked them to call in Red Riot over from his agency to take your place. Now come on, they're waiting for you."
"Wait, who the hell else is in there? And don't tell me it's shitty hair!" Red eyes glare at Yume, the sharp eyed woman glaring back at him pointedly; her heels clicking on the tile floor as they walked to the back office. Despite his tone, he wouldn't mind working with Eijirou, as he had a bond with the other hero. Working with him wouldn't be horrible, so much as feel like they were still in U.A. and put together on a group project.
As they approach the door, Katsuki sees the silhouettes of two people: the familiar one of Best Jeanist, and one he couldn't quite place, yet was familiar with. Perhaps someone from another agency? Yume had mentioned calling in Eijiro from his, so it wasn't off the table....but still he couldn't shake the familiarity. "You'll find out soon enough, now get in there!"
She pushes open the door, and the messy looking blond stomps forward, his footsteps heavy as he looks meets the gaze of his superior. Crimson gaze shifts away as he looks to see the other occupant in the room, and his jaw clenches. Ochako Uraraka, otherwise known as Uravity, in full costume like she was out working when she got the call. No wonder her silhouette was so familiar; he'd spent 3 years in the same homeroom as her, taking notes of her as a possible opponent of they ever got matched up again for whatever reason. Come to think of it, he had seen her recently on the streets working patrols at least once a month since graduation, but he usually walked right past since he never was really close friends with her. Scoffing, he felt his nails dig into his skin as he stepped in. Nearly slamming the door behind him, he lets his now open palm rest on the smooth surface of the door.
"Good to see you, Ground Zero. I assume you already know Uravity? You two were classmates after all." The elegant blond waved a hand, the older man gesturing with ease. Grunting at the question, Katsuki nods as he leans against the door.
"Yeah I know Uraraka. Now can you cut to the chase?” Her name rolls off his tongue sharply, the sound taking him back. Looks like this was gonna be like high school after all. ” Besides, whatever this is must be damn good to call me in on my day off, and I'd rather not waste any time. The sooner we get down to it, the sooner I know why she’s here." He cocks his head in her direction, a hand gesturing to her before he folds them over his chest.
Hakamata sighs, shaking his head at the youthful males crassness. Scolding the other could wait until after business(and he planned on having a talk), unless he proved to be unruly during the briefing. After all, this behavior was civil compared to some of what he'd seen of the young hero in the past. "We have a few threads we need to inspect before we ‘cut to the chase’. You both might want to sit down for this before I weave the details out for you to see.”