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Bakugo was involved in a dangerous world, and that somehow attracted you even more. You didn't get involved, but you weren't just an ornament either. He had left town on business, leaving you with one of his trusted bodyguards; he was the only one he trusted with your life.

The house was quiet, in an expensive way.
Nothing was making a sound because nothing was missing.
You were leaning back in the armchair, checking messages that weren't urgent. Outside, the city was still alive, dangerous as ever. You were calm. You always were.
The cell phone vibrated only once.

I'm not finished yet.

Her voice was cold but affectionate, there were no apologies.

I didn't need them.
You settled in more comfortably, taking a breath before answering. You knew how to read between the lines: you were still on unfamiliar ground, but under control. Like almost everything you touched.
Before you wrote, another message.

Is everything alright with you?

It wasn't routine.
It was confirmation.
Katsuki wasn't asking about just anyone. And you weren't "just anyone." You weren't someone to protect out of weakness, nor someone to be bossed around. You were there because it worked. Because you contributed. Because you wanted to be.