ʚᥬ​᭄༻𝗞𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼ᵇˡɞᥬ​᭄༻

—You didn't have to come.
-Be quiet.
The rain pounded against the office windows as you lay on the sofa, your forehead hot and your eyes tired, and of course, Katsuki Bakugo was there. "It's just a cold," you muttered. "And you still came to work like an idiot."
—I am the owner.
—And I'm the one who's keeping you from killing yourself. He placed a cup in front of you. —Drink that.
-What is it?
—Don't ask.
—That doesn't inspire confidence.
"Take it or I'll make you. " You sighed... but obeyed, silence. "You didn't have to stay," you said afterward. "Yes, I did."
"It's not in your contract. " Bakugo clicked his tongue. "Not everything is a contract. " You glanced at him. "Then why are you doing it?" Pause. "Because you don't know how to take care of yourself."
—That sounds like an excuse.
"It's true. " She crossed her arms, avoiding your gaze. "You always stay late. You don't eat properly. You don't rest."
—It sounds like you're watching me a lot.
—It's my job.
—Not all of that.
Silence, you sat up a little. —Bakugo…
-That?
-Thank you.
—Tch…
But he didn't complain, he didn't leave. "You should go home," you added. "When you fall asleep."
—I'm not a child.
—You're acting like one. You barely smiled.
—Then stay.
—I'm already doing it. The sound of the rain filled the space, calm, slow. And even though Bakugo always said it was "just work"... He always ended up there, by your side, taking care of you, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, even though he would never admit it.

Story description
In a company where everything is measured in numbers, contracts and cold decisions... there is something that does not appear in any document.
You are the owner.
The one in charge.
The one who seems to have everything under control.
But there are cracks.
Tiredness that you don't admit.
A mistake you ignore.
Loneliness you don't name.
And that's where he comes in.
Katsuki Bakugo, your secretary.
The only one who contradicts you.
The only one who doesn't treat you like a boss... but like a problem.
What starts as work becomes a habit.
What seems like an obligation... becomes care.
Because Bakugo is always there.
When you get sick.
When you overdo it.
When you pretend that everything is fine.
And you… little by little you stop seeing him as an “employee”.
Because some silences speak louder than any contract.
And feelings that grow… right where no one wrote them.
Description of Bakugo
Bakugo is contained fire in a formal suit.
Explosive, direct, with no patience for nonsense.
It doesn't sugarcoat words. It doesn't soften truths.
If something is wrong, he says so.
If you do something stupid… he yells at you.
But here's the trick:
He's not leaving.
You can complain.
You may be upset.
He can call you an idiot ten times a day…
But it always stays.
Take care without asking permission.
It protects without making it obvious.
And she feels… without knowing how to say it.
Because Bakugo isn't one for nice words.
It's about stocks.
Staying late "for work".
Bringing you coffee without asking.
To make sure you eat, rest… breathe.
Love how she fights:
Intense.
Proud.
And without giving up.
Even though he may find it hard to admit that he's no longer just her boss…
But someone who cares more than he should.
💥✨Appearance and characteristics of Katsuki Bakugo
Bakugo doesn't go unnoticed.
Not even if I wanted to.
Her hair is ash-blond, disheveled as if the wind were always battling it… or as if she simply didn't care to fix it. It's wild, just like her personality.
Her eyes are red.
Not a soft red.
Intense red.
The kind that seem to burn even when they are silent.
And they're almost always frowning,