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# 03. Unexpected Partners
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If youâd had a time machine, you wouldnât use it for anything noble or selflessâno epic rescue of historical figures, no preventing major disasters. Nope. Youâd drag yourself back a month just to shake your wide-eyed, naĂŻve self by the shoulders and scream, "Donât do it. Find another department. Any other department. Join traffic control. Herd cats. Just donât end up here."
Because here was Bakugou personal circle of hell. The past few weeks felt like a marathon in which youâd been tripped at the starting line, dragged halfway, and then left to sprint uphill. In the rain. With weighted vests. There was no mercy in Bakugouâs world, only adrenaline and barked orders that carried enough force to knock the confidence right out of your chest.
You learned, fast and furiously, that he wasnât just tough. He was ruthless, exacting, and demanded perfection with all the warmth of a drill sergeant who hadnât had coffee. And coffeeâyouâd learned the hard wayâwas something that could make or break a morning. There was The Incident when you dared bring him a cup with too much sugar, only to receive a sharp glare and a grumbled, âWhat, you think Iâm ten?â The next thirty minutes were dedicated to sprint drills so intense your calves whimpered for days. All you wanted to do is figure out what the hell his favorite coffee is! Yes, you're still trying..
And yes, you're still failing.
Bakugouâs teaching methods were a combination of trial by fire and sheer terror. He wasnât interested in your excuses or half-assed answers. If you messed up, youâd knowâusually by the clipped way heâd shout, âRun it again,â or the eye twitch that signaled he was two seconds from ripping the folder out of your hands and doing it himself.
It wasnât just the shouting, though that was certainly a staple. It was the moments heâd watch you with that hawk-eyed stare, arms crossed and expression set like granite. There were no second chances when Bakugou was breathing down your neck; you either got it right or got ready to count pavement cracks while doing your punishment laps. You hadnât done so many wall sits since training, thighs quivering like jelly by the time he allowed you to stand.
And it wasnât just you. Anyone who dared step into his path found themselves swept up in the tornado of his expectations. It made surviving the day feel like a badge of honor, if surviving meant stumbling into your apartment with barely enough strength to fling your shoes off.
One time, youâd accidentally jumbled up a lead in a report, swapping suspect descriptions that Bakugou caught in record time. Heâd smacked the paper onto your desk with an incredulous look. âDâyou even read this before handinâ it in?â And just like that, your next hour was filled with circuits and resistance bands that made your arms feel like spaghetti. âCâmon, rookie, or should I start callinâ you noodle arms?â The jab stuck, and you groaned whenever he brought it up.
Bakugouâs wrath was tempered only by moments of begrudging silence, the rare instances where you met his eyes and thought you saw a flicker of something softer, only to blink and find it gone. Those moments would have been comforting if they werenât fleeting, crushed by his next tirade over a misplaced document or a missed clue.
But just as youâd started thinking maybe youâd bitten off more than you could chew, a case dropped that pulled everyone into high gear: a string of burglaries, each more calculated than the last. No dumb luck, no rookie mistakes would fly with this one. Bakugouâs tension was palpable, a crackle in the air whenever he entered the room. Heâd pace with his hands shoved into his pockets, muttering curses and theories under his breath like the case had insulted him personally.
Your nerves spiked with each passing day. Bakugou was more relentless than ever, orders flung out faster than you could grab your notebook. And if you so much as hesitated? Heâd turn, eyes gleaming like a predator scenting blood. âKeep up, or get out.â
By the time you wrapped up that weekâs legwork, you werenât sure whether to feel accomplished or absolutely wrecked. Bakugou had pushed every ounce of strength and patience from your body, leaving you hollowed out and aching. Yet, for some reason youâd yet to understand, you kept coming back, stepping into the precinct with a quiet determination that only grew as his glare followed you like a challenge.
Time machine, you reminded yourself, scribbling down notes that were half-legible from your shaking hand. Youâd go back, find yourself, and whisper conspiratorially, Choose desk duty. Itâll save your soul.
But you didnât have a time machine. You had Bakugou. And you were starting to suspect he might just make a detective out of you, whether you survived him or not.
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The burglaries had started smallâa string of break-ins that barely made the back page of the cityâs morning paper. But each successive hit grew bolder, more precise, like the thief was taunting the force. By the time it hit their radar, Chief Yagiâs usually calm expression had hardened to steel, and even the more seasoned detectives were exchanging wary glances.
For you, it meant one thing: Bakugou was operating at maximum intensity, his usual scowl deepened to something almost carved from stone. It was an energy you could feel in the air, like the static before a lightning strike. And with that, the pace of your life turned from grueling to almost impossible. Long days blurred into longer nights, the fluorescent lights above burning into your skull as you combed through reports with squinting eyes and a splitting headache. The precinct buzzed with anticipation and tension, everyone bracing for the storm.
You sat at your desk, meticulously cross-referencing suspect details when Bakugou stormed in, clipboard in one hand and the other pressed into his hip like it was the only thing keeping him from losing it entirely. He glanced around the room, eyes sharp as the edge of a blade, before they settled on you. The air shifted.
âRookie,â he barked, and you jumped, nearly dropping your pen. He didnât wait for you to recover before launching into his rapid-fire speech. âListen up, âcause Iâm only sayinâ this once. The patternâs changed. Our thiefâs not just hittinâ high-value targets anymoreâtheyâre goinâ after places with tech infrastructure. Means theyâre not just lookinâ for lootâtheyâre digginâ for data, and if we donât get ahead, weâre gonna be two steps behind with our heads up ourââ
He paused, jaw tightening like he was biting back an insult, and then leaned down, bringing himself to eye level. His eyes were an inferno, daring you to miss a word. âYou listening?â
You nodded so fast it was a wonder your neck didnât cramp, scribbling down notes as if your life depended on it. Maybe it didâat least, your peace of mind surely did. Bakugouâs tone wasnât just demanding; it was drilled into your skull, searing in its urgency.
âGood. Now, lookââ
âOh! Hey, Kacchan!!â
The voice sliced through the room like a record scratch, shattering Bakugouâs hyper-focused tension into a thousand jagged pieces. He physically recoiled, straightening up so fast youâd think heâd been stung. Your pen stilled mid-word, eyes flicking between him and the newcomer with an internal "?!?!?!?!" blaring in neon letters.
Kacchan?
There, standing at the threshold of the precinct like heâd wandered in by accident, was Detective Midoriya Izuku, all soft smiles and bright green eyes. He gave a little wave as if Bakugou wasnât seconds away from launching into orbit.
âKacchan, hi! Itâs been a while, hasnât it?â Midoriyaâs tone was impossibly cheerful, and the nickname fell from his lips like it was a greeting between best friends. But from the way Bakugouâs hands twitched, it may as well have been a bomb dropped into a room full of dynamite.
Bakugouâs response was instantaneous, voice sharp enough to cut glass. âWhat the hellâre you doinâ here, Deku?â
The silence that followed was suffocating, punctuated only by the distant hum of computers and a detective a few desks over clearing their throat awkwardly. Your heart thumped in your chest as if it was trying to escape the awkwardness, and you glanced at Midoriya, expecting him to shrink back. But he didnâtâhis smile wavered, sure, but he held his ground, eyes earnest.
âIâm here to help with the case,â Midoriya explained, and it took everything in you not to whip your head around. Help? With your case?
Bakugouâs reaction was as explosive as you expected. âHelp? Youââ
But before he could finish, a voice cut through the tension like a blade. âEnough, boys.â Chief Yagiâs voice was firm as he walked in, flanked by another man who exuded calm authorityâthe infamous Chief Aizawa Shouta. His tired eyes swept over the room, taking in the scene with a raised brow.
âChief Aizawa and his team are joining us for this operation. And that includes Detective Midoriya.â Chief Yagiâs tone left no room for argument.
Bakugouâs jaw set so tight you could hear the grind of teeth. And in that moment, you knew that whatever the past few weeks had been like? They were about to get a whole lot more complicated.
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You barely had time to absorb Midoriyaâs, let alone Cheif Aizawa's, sudden appearance before Chief Yagi called everyone into the briefing room. This wouldâve been a regular meeting for the higher-upsâthe kind youâd usually only hear about when Bakugou came out, slamming the door behind him, face redder than the emergency exit signs. But today, for reasons you couldnât fathom, you were summoned along. Because apparently, if Bakugou was involved, you were involved.
The briefing room was already filling up, the thick scent of coffee and paper lingering in the air as officers shuffled in, muttering greetings and speculations under their breath. Chief Yagi took his place at the head of the room, looking as solid and unyielding as ever, while Chief Aizawa leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, observing the room with the detached but alert gaze of a cat watching a busy street. Midoriya slid into a chair near the front, shooting you a small, encouraging smile. Bakugou, in contrast, looked like heâd swallowed a wasp.
Then, in strode Officer Ashido Mina, bright as a firecracker, with Officer Sero Hanta close behind her, both exuding a casual confidence that somehow didnât feel out of place even in a room of high-stakes professionals. Mina shot a finger-gun wave at the room, winking in your direction before taking a seat across from Midoriya. Sero plopped down beside her, his grin almost lazy but eyes sharp, taking in everything at once.
Chief Yagiâs voice brought the room to order. âAlright, everyone, this joint task force is in place because the burglaries have escalated. Weâre dealing with a team of thieves targeting secure information in addition to high-value assets. The leads point to a complex operation, and thatâs where our collaboration comes in.â
He nodded to Chief Aizawa, who spoke in that low, measured tone that commanded instant respect. âWe need all hands on deck. Each of you will have a roleâwhether itâs field, intel, or processing. Officer Uraraka will be on the evidence team, coordinating with the data weâve collected so far.â
The mention of Urarakaâs name caught your attention, and sure enough, she was at the back, beaming when she spotted you. Her presence was a rare comfort in this sea of intense, stern faces. It had been years since youâd seen her, but it was like old times when she waved, mouthing an excited âHey!â
âDetective Bakugou, Officer L/N, youâll be working alongside Detective Midoriyaâs team,â Chief Yagi continued, and the very air in the room seemed to vibrate as Bakugouâs scowl deepened. He was in full protest mode, shooting daggers at Midoriya, who looked back with a determinedâif slightly nervousâsmile.
Once the briefing concluded, Chief Yagi dismissed everyone, and the room exploded in chatter as officers filed out. You managed to navigate through the crowd until you reached Uraraka, who practically bounced on her toes, pulling you into a quick hug.
âCan you believe it? Weâre working together!â she said, her voice bright with excitement. âIâve been doing the fingerprinting, data scansâall the good stuff. Remember when I used to geek out about this stuff in school?â
âOh, totally! You always aced those forensics projects,â you replied, grinning as the memories rushed back.
She nodded, laughing. âExactly! And now, look at us! I get to actually do it. And youâyouâre working with Bakugou Katsuki, of all people!â Her eyes widened with awe and maybe a little mischief, the kind that reminded you of her knack for getting you into trouble back in the day.
âWorking is a strong word,â you muttered, glancing over at Bakugou, who was still glaring holes into Midoriya, ignoring everyone else. âSurviving might be more accurate.â
Uraraka giggled but quickly straightened when she caught Bakugouâs expression aimed squarely at herâa glare so intense that it was a wonder she didnât spontaneously combust. She cleared her throat, gave you a small, sympathetic smile, and said, âWell, Iâd better get back to it. Iâll send over the scans when theyâre ready! And hey, catch up soon?â
You nodded, squeezing her hand in agreement. âDefinitely. Thanks, Ochaco.â
With a final grin, Uraraka turned back to her workstation, her demeanor shifting from friendly to focused in an instant. You watched her go, feeling a brief pang of jealousy at how seamlessly she slid into her work. But that was quickly overridden by the realization that Bakugou was striding your way, arms crossed and a storm brewing in his expression.
âDone with your little reunion?â he sneered, barely waiting for you to nod. âGood. 'Cause now itâs time for you to actually do somethinâ useful, rookie.â He nodded towards the open case file in his hand. âLetâs go.â
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The silence between you and Bakugou was taut, strung up like an overused wire threatening to snap. He stalked ahead, practically dragging the storm cloud that was his mood behind him. You werenât entirely sure why heâd decided that now was the time to go full boot camp on you, but here you were, heels clicking on the polished floor, trying not to look like youâd rather melt into it.
âListen up, rookie,â Bakugou started without turning around, his voice a low rumble laced with that familiar bite. He navigated the labyrinth of hallways like a predator circling its territory. Youâre gonna make yourself useful if it kills ya, got it?â
You swallowed thickly, feeling a combination of irritation and nerves twist in your chest. Youâd learned over the past few weeks that Bakugou had a penchant for the extreme. Everything was all or nothing with him, whether it was paperwork, interrogations, or the way he yelled about the printer jamming (which was only your fault that one time).
âGot it,â you managed, though it came out weaker than you intended. He spared you a glance, eyes narrowing as if daring you to prove him right about all the times heâd muttered under his breath about âextrasâ wasting his time.
As if on cue, the door to one of the briefing rooms swung open, and Detective Kirishima stepped out, his broad grin a sharp contrast to Bakugouâs perpetual scowl. âYo! Heard weâre working together on this one,â he said, his voice friendly and warm, instantly cutting through the tension.
Great. If there was ever a time to look capable, it was now. Not that Kirishima would ever point out your mistakes, but being around Bakugou had a way of amplifying your self-awareness until it was deafening.
âTry not to get in the way,â Bakugou snapped, jerking his thumb towards the entrance. You wondered if his eyes had always held that unrelenting glint or if heâd sharpened it specifically for you. Kirishima, bless him, only chuckled, patting you on the back as he passed by.
âDonât mind him. Heâs just on edge about the syndicate case,â Kirishima whispered, though you knew Bakugouâs sharp hearing likely picked it up. His glare confirmed it, but he didnât say anything, turning his attention to the map on the table instead. Red pins clustered like a rash, each marking a hit by the crime syndicate that had every department in the city scrambling.
The realization hit you hard. The stakes were higher than ever, and the idea of fumbling now made your stomach churn. The last thing you needed was to mess up in front of Bakugou and Kirishima, especially when the latterâs optimism made you want to do better and the formerâs disdain made you feel like you never could.
Bakugou laid out the plan, his voice cutting through the thick tension in the room. "..'nd if weâre lucky, tonightâs stakeoutâll give us what we need.â He turned to you, eyes narrowing to twin blades. âThat clear, rookie?â
âCrystal,â you muttered, earning a sharp nod.
As Kirishima checked the comms equipment, you shifted on your feet, the weight of what was coming pressing against your chest like a vice. The quiet hum of urgency filled the room as you prepared for the night ahead, a stakeout that promised no sleep, a test of patience, and a confined space with Bakugouâs intensity smoldering beside you.
Yeah. You're soo fucked.
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âŠâ Quirkless au , aged up characters , modern setting, police setting, sfw (future nsfw perchance?) , fem reader, sorta based off "the rookie" , bakugou WILL be a jerk in the first few chapters but that's so canon of him so moving on..
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â§â In the bustling Musutafu police precinct, youâre a rookie cop fresh out of training, already in hot water after a rookie misstep nearly derails a high-stakes case. As punishment, youâre reassigned to the precinctâs most notorious detective, Katsuki Bakugouâa brilliant but abrasive investigator whose success rate is unmatched, only rivaled by his explosive temper. Working alongside Bakugou is no small feat, as his demanding standards and biting remarks make every shift a test of endurance and resolve.
Assigned to prove your worth to keep your precious badge, you navigate tense patrols, dangerous investigations, and moments of unexpected vulnerability that hint at a deeper connection beneath Bakugouâs rough exterior. When a crime syndicateâs threat looms larger than ever, the reluctant partnership turns into a battle of trust and bottled emotions. Heated clashes and fleeting moments of unguarded honesty blur the line between duty and desire, sparking a tension that neither of you can ignore. Can Bakugouâs ironclad defenses withstand the spark ignited between you, or will they crumble under the weight of whatâs been simmering all along?
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# 02. Street Smarts & Tough Lessons
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The cruiserâs interior was cramped, filled with the scent of stale coffee and the lingering traces of early morning. Pale sunlight filtered through the windshield, casting soft patches of light over Bakugouâs face as he drove. His gaze was fixed on the empty city streets, his expression as sharp and unyielding as if he were navigating a minefield. The quiet hum of the engine filled the silence, an ever-present reminder of the tension simmering between you two.
You shifted slightly, the seatbelt pressing into your shoulder as you stole a glance at him. His grip on the steering wheel was ironclad, fingers flexed as though the leather itself might slip through his hands. His jaw was set, a muscle in his cheek jumping each time he exhaled, a small, annoyed huff breaking the silence.
The morning light softened the cityscape outside, revealing clean sidewalks and storefronts that had yet to see foot traffic. You watched as people began trickling out of apartments, coffee in hand, ready to start their days. The world outside was calm, bright, and indifferent to the tension stewing inside the car.
You tried to ignore the oppressive silence, focusing instead on the quiet streets and the rare passerby. Your earlier rookie mistake hung heavy in the air, unspoken yet potent enough that Bakugouâs simmering irritation seemed to intensify with every block you passed.
When you finally dared another glance in his direction, his eyes remained trained ahead, his jaw visibly clenching. When he did speak, his voice was low and edged with barely concealed frustration, slicing through the quiet.
âHope youâre actually paying attention this time,â he muttered, eyes still on the road. âLast thing I need is you messing up again.â
You swallowed, bracing yourself for whatever scathing critique was coming next. Youâd heard Bakugou had a reputation for being rough on rookies, and he seemed determined to live up to it.
As you both exited the cruiser and stepped onto the pavement, you felt his gaze bore into the back of your head. He walked beside you with a predatory stride, hands shoved into his pockets, his eyes flicking over the street like he was cataloging every possible threat.
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âWhy the hell do ya walk like that?â he snapped, startling you.
It's literally been not even 10 minutes into this.
âLike what?â you asked, frowning in confusion.
âLike weâre out for a Sunday stroll,â he grumbled, giving you a look that could melt steel. âYou think anyoneâs gonna wait around for you to take in the sights?â
You stifled a sigh. Apparently, he wasnât just hung up on your earlier mistake and the fact he's forced to be your partner; now he was criticizing the way you walked.
Bakugou continued, his tone unrelenting. âLook around with some purpose. Head up, eyes moving. You look softâlike you couldnât catch a runaway kid, let alone handle anything serious.â
Resisting the urge to retort, you lifted your chin, adopting a more purposeful stance. But his gaze remained fixed on you, his scrutiny relentless, catching every slight adjustment in your posture.
âYou even know what youâre lookinâ at?â he muttered, rolling his eyes as he followed your gaze. âYouâre wasting time, staring at every shop window like itâs got some hidden clue. Weâre looking for threats, idiot, not window shopping.â
Your frustration bubbled, but you forced yourself to keep quiet, focusing instead on what lay ahead. This entire shift, heâd been taking every chance to point out your supposed flaws, his tone drenched in disdain. Yet beneath it, there was a challenge, like he was testing to see how far he could push you.
âI get it,â you said finally, barely keeping the irritation out of your voice. âI messed up, but Iâm here to learn. You donât have to keep pointing out every single thing I do wrong.â
Bakugou stopped short, fixing you with a hard stare. âLearn? You think this is about learning?â He gestured to the quiet street, exasperated. âFrom where Iâm standing, youâre barely paying attention to anything useful.â
You sighed, running a hand through your hair, trying to keep calm. âIâm listening, alright?â
âDoesnât look like it,â he shot back, his tone dripping with sarcasm. âEvery time we turn a corner, youâre more interested in someoneâs shoes than whatâs actually going on. You think itâs cute to notice all that?â
âItâs not useless,â you replied, defensive. âNoticing details is part of the job. Being observant is important.â
âObservant?â He laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. âSure, if you want to notice every detail that doesnât matter. Youâre acting like some over-eager intern, playing cop.â He nodded toward a figure across the street. âSee that guy? His hand just twitched near his pocket. What do you think that means?â
Caught off guard, you stammered, âUh⊠maybe heâs going for a phone?â
âOr a weapon,â Bakugou interrupted coldly. âOr maybe heâs nervous. Could be anything. You donât get the luxury to guess.â
You bit back the sting of his words, forcing yourself to hold steady even as frustration prickled at you. âThen what would you do?â you muttered.
Bakugou scoffed, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. âIâd size âem up without getting distracted by useless crap. Weâre not here to admire the scenery. Youâre supposed to notice what doesnât fit, not give people fashion critiques.â
Your hands balled into fists as you kept pace with him, trying to absorb his harsh words without snapping. Youâd heard Bakugou was a challenging mentor, but this felt more like a gauntlet than training.
As you neared an alley, Bakugou threw an arm out to stop you. âStay back,â he ordered, voice dropping low. âDonât just breeze past an alley without checking it out. You think muggers are gonna announce themselves?â
You swallowed, taking a step to scan the shadowed alleyway. The sunlight filtered in, casting long, deceptive shadows, and you couldnât help but feel a prickle of unease. This felt a bit much to be honest, but he seemed dead serious. Might as well attempt to get something out of this..
Bakugou noticed your hesitation and rolled his eyes. âAnd another thingâquit fiddling with your belt like some nervous kid. If you canât handle your gear comfortably, youâre in the wrong line of work.â
His words cut deep, and you felt frustration building. âAre you actually going to teach me anything? Or just keep criticizing everything?â
For a long, intense moment, he just stared at you, eyes narrowed in a way that made you feel like he was measuring your worth.
Then, he scoffed, a smirk twisting his lips. âYeah. Yeah, I think I will.â
Fucking fantastic.
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After hours of covering the same old route, checking in with local shops, and keeping an eye on the usual suspects, you finally breathe a little easier. The sun is beginning to rise, and the shift is winding down. Youâve survived it, you think. A few hours with Bakugou and you havenât completely messed up yet.
Youâre starting to feel the faintest spark of relief, the first signs of the end of your shift in sight, when Bakugou suddenly turns, face as stern as ever, his eyes sharp despite the early hour.
âAlright, rookie, thatâs enough of your daydreaming. Back to the precinct,â he snaps, not bothering to slow his pace.
For a second, you think youâve misheard him. You werenât expecting to be thrown back into another assignment. âWhat?â you manage to squeak out, your brain still foggy from the hours of patrolling.
âI said weâre heading back to the precinct. That was only the first part of the shift, dumbass.â His voice is like gravel scraping against your nerves. âYou think just because you walked around a few blocks, you're done?â
Your stomach drops.
You try not to groan. You had genuinely hopedâprayedâthat once the patrol was done, you'd be free for the day. Maybe you could grab a coffee, and take a second to breathe. But no, that wouldnât be Bakugouâs style, would it? Curse you for getting so used to the usually nothingness with Kaminari.
âNo, weâre not done,â he says, almost as if reading your thoughts, though his words feel like a sucker punch to your optimism. âWeâve still got work to do. Donât get used to thinking you can take breaks just because youâre âdone.ââ
Great. This day is never going to end.
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The precinct buzzes around you all day, a strange blend of organized chaos and constant interruptions. It feels like Bakugou has somehow crafted the worst possible introduction into this job just for youâhours of grueling tasks that demand your attention at every turn, all while he manages to keep up a steady, biting commentary that youâd swear is designed to throw you off balance. At one point, he barely glances at you as he flicks through a pile of paperwork, but you swear heâs smirking as he hands you another stack. And youâve barely started when heâs already moved on, barking orders at someone across the room.
The hours grind by slowly, your feet aching by midday, and your brainâs a blur of unfamiliar forms, barely decipherable police shorthand, and Bakugouâs voice echoing in your head. No matter what you do, he always finds something to comment onâa quiet scoff if you manage something right, a darkly amused grin when you slip up. It feels like youâre in some kind of endurance test, the kind they warned you about in training but somehow didnât quite prepare you for.
As the day stretches on, a headache starts to throb at your temples. Bakugouâs still charging forward without any sign of letting up, taking you along with him from briefing rooms to meetings to the field, and by the time the clock finally edges close to eleven at night, youâre nearly nodding off on your feet.
Then, as he heads out the door, he turns back to you with a look that makes your spine stiffen, âYou better be early tomorrow.â
The words hit you like a slap in the face, and you almost choke. Early? EARLY? After everything he put you through today?
Youâre still reeling as he strides away, leaving you alone in the emptying precinct, barely able to keep your eyes open. But when you stumble inside, you catch sight of Kaminari lounging against one of the desks, scrolling through something on his phone.
Lucky bastard.
âHey,â he calls over with a smirk, glancing up and giving you a once-over. âSo howâd it go?â
He pauses, and then his expression changes, eyes widening a bit as he takes in your slouched posture, the bags forming under your eyes, and whatâs probably a permanent frown from all the things youâve had to hold back today. âNever mind. You look like that thousand-yard-stare guy. Iâm actually kinda afraid to ask.â
You laugh, but it comes out a little too deadened, a testament to your exhaustion. âDay one, and Iâm already dead on my feet,â you mutter, rubbing your face. âNot exactly sure I survived, actually.â
âYeah, youâve got that new recruit lookâlike they dropped you into the deep end with weights tied to your ankles,. Man, I kinda wish I took a picture so we could do the 'this is me before my 12-hour shift,' and 'this is me after'â he sighs, giving you a sympathetic wince. âThe good news is, it getsâŠwell, easierâs probably the wrong word. But at least youâll get used to it.â
You manage a weak smile. âComforting. Thanks.â
He grins back, but then his eyes catch on something over your shoulder. âOh, hey,â he says, waving over your shoulder. âIâm out, thoughâgood luck. And if you need a rescue mission, just call.â He gives you a wink and a mock salute before sauntering off.
As you turn to see who he waved at, a familiar bright red head of hair bobs into view.
âHey, didnât mean to startle you,â Detective Kirishima says, coming up to you with a friendly smile that makes you feel like you might actually be able to breathe again. His energy is a bit much for your current state, but something about him isâŠnice, grounding. âSorry, donât think weâve met yet,â he adds, scratching the back of his neck. âIâm Kirishima Eijiro.â
You give a tired smile, introducing yourself with a nod. âYeah, I, uhâŠdefinitely know who you are. Heard a lot about the whole âRed Riotâ thing.â You gesture vaguely, almost missing his look of pleasant surprise.
âOh, yeah?â He grins, clearly pleased, but itâs easygoing, lacking the cockiness youâve come to expect from Bakugou. âThat whole title is a bit much, if you ask me. Well, itâs good to meet you, even if itâs been one hell of a day, huh?â
âThatâs one way to put it,â you say, sighing. âYou could also say I was dragged through the nine circles of hell and back.â
Kirishima chuckles, nodding knowingly. âBakugouâs a bit intense, especially on new recruits. But heâs actuallyâŠwell, heâs a good guy underneath. If youâre looking for a tip, though, one thing that might soften him up a little in the morningââ
You raise an eyebrow, almost unable to believe thereâs a way to make Bakugou âsoftenâ in any capacity. âWhat, like a bribe?â
âSort of.â Kirishima chuckles. âCoffee. He canât stand the usual stuff most people get himâlike, black coffee with no sugar. Everyone thinks thatâs his vibe, but it drives him nuts. Just get him something decent. And not with that sugary stuff, either. Youâll figure it out.â He smiles kindly, though he must see the exhaustion in your eyes, because he takes a step back. âBut hey, Iâll let you get going. Donât want to keep you here any longer than you have to be. Good luck, though! AndâŠhang in there.â
He gives you a wave and an encouraging nod, then heads out, leaving you with a sense of surreal hope mingling with exhaustion. You donât know if coffee alone can really fix Bakugouâs attitudeâor if thereâs some magic in the world that could make him less impossibleâbut as you finally drag yourself out into the quiet night, the thought lingers.
Maybe.. it's really that easy?
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The morning arrived way too early, especially for someone whoâd dragged herself to bed with just enough time to catch a few precious hours of sleep. But here you were, practically clawing your way out of the sheets at an ungodly hour, rubbing at your bleary eyes as you blearily shuffled to your computer. Because today was going to be different.
Kirishima's advice had stuck with you, gnawing at the back of your mind until you finally gave in. If a decent coffee could improve your odds of surviving another day with Bakugou, then hell, youâd become a damn coffee expert. After all, whoâd have thought the ticket to maybe, maybe earning a sliver of respect from this guy would be a cup of coffee?
Problem was, you had zero clue what that entailed.
Youâd Googled âcoffee orders for grumpy copsâ and âcoffee orders that scream I hate everythingâ before even realizing how ridiculous it sounded, then quickly deleted your search history in a flurry of shame and annoyance. Next, youâd tried browsing lists of âstrongest coffee,â âbold coffee blends,â and âtop coffees for strong personalitiesââonly to end up with pages of coffee snob jargon and fancy words that made no sense. Cold brew? Double shot? Espresso macchiato? Why did coffee need a PhD to understand?
The only thing you usually got yourself was a matcha latte with a splash of creamer, maybe a hint of vanilla. But Bakugou was definitely not a âmatcha and creamerâ type of guy. No, he probably preferred something bitter, with a kick that could wake the dead. After close to an hour and a mental Venn diagram of âstrong flavorsâ and âno sugar,â you thought youâd finally cracked the code: a triple shot espresso with just enough milk to take the edge off, but not enough to ruin the bite. It seemed⊠strong. Just like him.
On your way to the precinct, you swung by the nearest coffee shop, eyes darting across the menu like you were analyzing a tactical map. You read and reread each option, carefully cross-referencing every espresso and cold brew with your phoneâs coffee notes app (yes, youâd made an app folder just for this).
By the time the barista finally got to you, youâd zeroed in on the perfect drink. Or, at least, what you hoped was the perfect drink.
âA triple espresso macchiato with a splash of milk, please. To go,â you added, hoping to sound decisive even though you were already second-guessing everything. The barista gave you a cautious look, probably spooked by the intensity of your stare. But hey, desperate times.
When the order came up, you took a long, evaluative whiff. It smelled dark and bitter, which you were sure was promising. With a steadying breath and a pep talk (âItâs just coffeeâ), you marched into the precinct.
You made it in early, nerves a mix of dread and determination as you took up your usual spot in the briefing room, coffee cup cradled like it was some kind of peace offering. Youâd barely been there five minutes when you heard Bakugouâs heavy footsteps, purposeful and brisk.
He didnât even acknowledge you at first, just dropped his bag on the desk with a scowl that could curdle milk. Perfect timing, really.
You cleared your throat, extending the cup his way. âThought you might want some coffee.â
Bakugou shot you a look, eyebrow raised in skeptical surprise. âYâdonât know how I take my coffee, so why the hellâd you even bother?â
Your grip tightened just a bit on the cup. Oh, you were very aware of that fact, considering the Herculean effort youâd just put into decoding what he might possibly like.
âJust⊠thought youâd appreciate it,â you managed through gritted teeth. âTriple espresso macchiato. Strong, no sugar. Figured thatâd suit you.â
He eyed it, a shadow of⊠compilation? Annoyance? You couldnât tell. With a scoff, he took the cup and, in one quick motion, took a swig. And immediately, he stopped.
For a heartbeat, you held your breath, half-hoping heâd give even the tiniest nod of approval. But instead, he made a face, as though the coffee had personally insulted him. He lowered the cup, glaring at it like it was the last straw in a long line of disappointments.
âSeriously?â he grumbled, looking from the cup to you. âWhat is this crap?â
Your stomach dropped. Youâd woken up ten times earlier than usual, spent your entire morning dissecting coffee like it was a crime scene, and this guy couldnât even pretend to appreciate the effort?
âItâs a triple espresso,â you said, voice taut with barely contained exasperation. âSupposed to be strong, yâknow? Just like you.â
âOh, so now youâre some coffee connoisseur?â he shot back, holding the cup away from himself like it might explode. âThisâs strong, alright. Strong enough to taste like mud.â
You practically felt steam shooting out of your ears. Mud?! After all that research? All that lost sleep? A tiny part of you wanted to take the cup back, drink it yourself, and walk out. But Bakugou, with his unflinching, unimpressed stare, left you no choice but to swallow your frustration.
âFine,â you muttered, resisting the urge to yank the cup from his hands. âNext time, Iâll just get you water.â
âGood idea,â he deadpanned. But then, with a tiny, grudging glance your way, he took another sipâstill cringing, but now eyeing you from over the rim of the cup like he was testing your reaction.
With a huff, you turned back to your desk, grumbling under your breath as you reached for your own drink. So much for softening him up. So much for making things even a fraction easier.
But, just as you sat back down, you caught a glimpse of Bakugou out of the corner of your eyeâleaning back, lifting the cup once more. Hope sparked in your chest. Maybe heâd decided it wasnât so bad?
Then, with a disgusted curl of his lip, he chucked the entire cup straight into the trash can without a second thought, like it was yesterdayâs garbage.
In your mind, you nearly screamed. He threw out some perfectly good coffee⊠in this goddamn ECONOMY?! Your fingers twitched with suppressed rage, jaw clenched so tight you felt your teeth ache. Fuck you, Bakugou Katsuki. Fuck you and your coffee-hating soul.
You settled back into your seat, mentally replaying every penny wasted on that triple espresso disaster, resolving that next time heâd get whatever was cheapest. Maybe decaf, for all you cared.
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# 01. New Beginnings
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The buzz of the precinct was a steady hum, a living organism that shifted and grew louder with each burst of activity. Officers hustled past in crisp uniforms, phones rang with persistent urgency, and the air was laced with the faint, acrid smell of burnt coffee that had been sitting in the pot for far too long. You stood in the middle of it all, a rigid statue amidst the chaos, feeling the weight of the day settle in your chest like a stone. The knot of tension between your shoulders tightened with every sideways glance from your colleagues, their whispered conversations just loud enough to remind you that today, you were the center of attentionâfor all the wrong reasons.
Not long ago, this place felt different. Just weeks ago, you were the fresh-faced rookie who bounced into the station with Officer Kaminari Denki at your side, your shared laughter echoing down the halls like a melody too carefree for the sterile walls of a police department. Kaminari had a way of making even the longest shifts bearable, with his jokes that teetered dangerously on the edge of bad taste and his habit of turning everything into a game. Youâd spent countless hours patrolling the streets together, the two of you in sync as you navigated the tangled mess of Musutafuâs bustling districts. It wasnât glamorous workâbreaking up bar fights, issuing citations to street racers who sped down city blocks like they were in Fast & Furiousâbut it was yours, and you owned every second of it with the reckless energy only a rookie could have.
But things change. Oh, do they change. What started as a routine day had spiraled into the kind of catastrophe that earned headlines and made chiefs reach for antacids. You and Kaminari were on patrol near the West Quarter, an area known for its perpetual state of barely-contained chaos. It had been uneventful enough, the kind of shift that made you wonder if maybe, just maybe, fate would let you off easy for once. But then came the call: a potential lead on a wanted criminal, one whose record read like the script of an action-thriller film, all high-stakes heists and narrow escapes.
Kaminariâs eyes had gleamed with a spark of adventure, the look of someone who lived for the thrill. You matched it, your own pulse quickening with a mixture of nerves and excitement. This was itâa chance to prove you werenât just the departmentâs newest pair of boots on the ground. But what you hadnât counted on was how easily anticipation could slip into arrogance.
The details from that day were a patchwork quilt of half-formed memories, stitched together with regret. The flash of silver as the suspectâs car screeched around the corner burned bright in your mind, a ghostly echo of metal and adrenaline that haunted your thoughts. It had been a chase you thought you were prepared forâa chance to prove yourself in the field, to show everyone you werenât just another rookie stumbling through the ranks. The road ahead blurred into a tapestry of city chaos: blaring horns, the red glare of brake lights, and the murmur of bystanders caught between rubbernecking and fleeing.
âL/N, weâre losing him!â Kaminariâs voice crackled through the radio, panic simmering beneath the urgency. His fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly you could see the strain in his knuckles, pale against the dark vinyl. He glanced at you, golden eyes wide with the kind of nervous energy youâd come to recognize as both infectious and reckless.
âIâve got this,â youâd snapped, more to yourself than to him, your heart pounding a war drum rhythm in your chest. The street was tight with the mid-morning rush; cars inched along bumper to bumper, creating a narrow, suffocating maze. But your eyes locked on the gap forming between a lumbering delivery truck and a black SUV. It was risky, sureâyour mind whispered donâtâbut the scent of opportunity tasted too sweet to ignore.
Before Kaminari could protest, you jerked the wheel to the right, forcing your way into the lane. Tires screamed, rubber burned, and a wave of curses surged up from drivers as you narrowly dodged mirrors and hoods. You swore you could feel Kaminariâs gaze slicing through you, disbelief painted across his face as he yelled, âL/N, what the hell are youââ
The words died in the air as the chain reaction began. The delivery truckâs driver, caught off guard by your maneuver, slammed the brakes, the cab lurching forward and back like an angry beast. Behind him, the screech of brakes was a symphony of panic, a cacophony that would play in your mind on a loop for days. You saw it unfold in slow motionâthe delivery truck veering left, clipping a sedan that skidded across two lanes before colliding headfirst into an oncoming car. The domino effect fanned out from there: one crash begetting another, the crunch of metal on metal, shouts turning to screams. The suspectâs car disappeared into the chaos, a silver blur swallowed by the pandemonium.
You froze. For a heartbeat, your entire world contracted into a pinpoint, a silence so complete that even Kaminariâs frantic voice sounded distant, as though you were underwater. The air was electric with the scent of burnt rubber and gasoline, the morning light turning the shattered glass into tiny prisms scattered across the asphalt. The initial shock dulled, replaced by a crushing wave of realization that gripped your lungs and refused to let go.
âL/N!â Kaminariâs voice shattered through the noise, dragging you back to the moment. He had abandoned the car, slamming the door shut with enough force to rattle the frame. You followed, your legs heavy as lead, your breath a stuttering mess. Around you, people shouted and ran, their faces blurring into one incomprehensible mass of fear and confusion.
âWhat were you thinking!?â Kaminari grabbed your arm, eyes wild with anger and fear that sent a bolt of guilt straight through your chest. He wasnât Kaminari "your friend" now; he was Officer Kaminari, forced into damage control because youâd gone rogue. You opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came. What could you say? The weight of your decision pressed down like an iron hand on your back, making you feel as though the ground itself might crack open and swallow you whole.
âIâI thoughtâŠâ Your voice trailed off, lost in the din of sirens that were now piercing the air, flashing lights painting streaks of red and blue across the carnage. The scene youâd created was one out of a nightmare: cars tangled like twisted vines, smoke curling up from crumpled hoods, a woman leaning against her steering wheel, dazed and bleeding from her forehead. The suspect was long gone, his escape cemented by the very maneuver youâd convinced yourself would make you a hero.
Kaminariâs expression softened just enough to let exhaustion seep in. âYou thought what, L/N?â he whispered, as if the fight had been drained out of him, replaced with the hollow ache of disappointment. âYou thought this was worth it?â
Before you could respond, Chief Toshinori Yagi arrived, flanked by other officers. His face was a masterclass in controlled fury, a storm masked by stoic calm. He didnât need to say anythingâhis eyes, lined with the weight of years spent leading rookies like you, spoke volumes. He took in the scene, the wreckage, and the panic, and when his gaze finally met yours, it was like staring into the eye of a hurricane.
âGet those people medical attention,â he ordered, voice steady but clipped, before turning to you and Kaminari. His brow furrowed, the hard line of his jaw tightening. âInside. Now.â
The aftermath was a blur of reprimands and reports, a haze of sterile office lighting and your own shaking hands as you scrawled down every excruciating detail of your failure. Every line, every word was another twist of the knife, another reminder that this was all you. Your reckless choice. Your mistake.
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And as you sat across from Chief Yagi, whose patience and grace seemed boundless even now, he sighed and leaned back in his chair. The lines on his face seemed deeper, the gray at his temples somehow more pronounced.
âYouâre a good officer, L/N,â he said finally, the weight of disappointment turning his voice rough. âBut being good isnât enough when lives are at stake. Mistakes like this cost more than reputationsâthey cost trust. The question is, how do you plan to earn that back?â
There was no easy answer, no way to smooth over the raw edges of the guilt carving its way through you. You lifted your head, throat tight but voice steady. âIâll prove it, sir.â
And in the silence that followed, the echo of your promise resonated with a determination tempered by regret. The kind that comes only when you know thereâs no one to blame but yourself.
âYouâre better than this,â he had said, voice low but unwavering. It was those four words, more than anything else, that threatened to undo you. Because deep down, you knew he was right. Youâd spent the rest of that week in a haze of paperwork, back-to-back debriefings, and whispers that followed you like a shadow. Even Kaminariâs reassurances did little to break through the barrier of guilt that fenced you in.
âOfficer L/N,â Yagi began, leaning forward with the practiced authority of someone whoâd delivered both commendations and condemnations in equal measure. His fingers tapped lightly on the desk, a slow, rhythmic beat that matched the thrumming of your pulse. âThe events of last week wereâŠâ He paused, searching for the word. âUnfortunate. But I believe in second chances.â
You blinked, not quite trusting your ears. âSir?â
He sighed, the weight of leadership momentarily softening the hard lines of his face. âI know the kind of officer you are. This job isnât just a career to youâitâs a calling. That mistake, as costly as it was, doesnât erase your potential.â He let the words hang in the air, heavy with implication. âBut redemption isnât handed out on a silver platter. Itâs earned.â
A flicker of hope sparked in your chest, quickly tempered by the reality of what was coming next. The chiefâs gaze sharpened, a glint of steely resolve slicing through the air.
âIâm reassigning you,â he continued, the finality in his voice sending a jolt of anticipationâand dreadâdown your spine. That sounded better than handing over your badge. âYouâll be working under Detective Bakugou.â ...Or not.
The room fell into an eerie silence, the kind that stretches on so long it makes you doubt youâve heard correctly. Your brain scrambled to make sense of it, latching onto the name like it was a live wire. Detective Katsuki Bakugou. The most volatile, unyielding, and infamously difficult officer in the entire precinct. A man whoâd sent even seasoned detectives into early retirement with nothing more than his sharp tongue and a glare that could strip paint from walls. This was who Yagi thought you should work with?
âSir,â you started, carefully masking the quiver in your voice with a layer of forced composure. âIâm not sure thatâs⊠necessary.â You glanced at the brass nameplate on the chiefâs desk, as though it might offer some divine wisdom. âPerhaps Officer Kirishima orââ
âNo.â Yagiâs tone cut through your protest like a blade. âThis isnât a punishment, Officer L/N. Itâs a proving ground. If you want to keep your badge, youâll show meâand yourselfâthat you can handle this.â His expression softened, but the resolve remained. âDetective Bakugou is demanding, yes. But heâs one of our best. If you can hold your own with him, then youâll prove that you deserve to wear that uniform.â
Your mouth opened, words failing as the full weight of what he was asking settled over you like a heavy cloak. The silence that followed was answer enough. Chief Yagiâs eyes met yours, the smallest hint of encouragement in their depths. It was that unspoken trust that twisted in your chest, somewhere between hope and resignation.
âUnderstood, Chief,â you said finally, the words tasting foreign on your tongue. The choice was clear, even if it wasnât easy: face Bakugou Katsuki and whatever trials came with him, or hand in your badge and let the dream youâd clung to slip through your fingers.
The corners of Yagiâs mouth twitched, not quite a smile but close enough to suggest approval. âGood,â he said. âReport to him at 0900 tomorrow." You nod and get And, Officer?â
âYes, sir?â
âDonât let him scare you off. Show him what youâre made of.â
Oh. If only it was that easy..
As you left the office, the noise of the precinct crashed over you, louder and more chaotic than before. And somewhere in the back of your mind, beneath the nerves and uncertainty, a spark of determination lit up, defiant and unyielding.
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The next morning, you pushed open the station doors, the familiar jingle of the bell above ringing out like the start of a death march. The precinct was as loud and bustling as ever, but today, the noise had an edge to itâa buzz of anticipation and gossip that seemed to latch onto you the second you stepped inside. A few officers glanced up from their desks, whispers trailing behind you like cigarette smoke, seeping into your ears despite your attempts to ignore them. You clenched your jaw, shoulders squaring with a false bravado that you didnât quite feel. The corridor stretched ahead, a gauntlet to run before facing whatever fate awaited you.
As you approached, you heard raised voices filtering through the office doorâChief Yagiâs calm tone clashing with Bakugouâs explosive indignation.
âYâcanât be serious, Yagi! Iâm not babysittinâ some rookie!â Bakugouâs frustration echoed, his voice sharp enough to cut through the chatter of the precinct. "Especially not one whoâs a fuckinâ hazard!â
âBakugou, you need a partner,â Yagi replied, his authority clear. âYouâve had too many clashes with your past partners, and I think sheâd be perfect for you. Sheâs got potential and could learn from the best. Itâs a win-win!â
âYeah, right! A win for who? Not me! I donât need some extra newbie screwing things up for me!â Bakugou spat, clearly unimpressed.
âTrust me on this,â Yagi insisted. âYouâre going to be a great team. Just give it a chance.â
The door swung open as you stepped into the scene, and you saw them: Chief Yagi stood with arms crossed, his sharp gaze meeting yours with a nod of acknowledgment. Beside him, Bakugou looked like a live grenade with the pin half-pulled. He stood with his weight on one leg, tapping a foot so aggressively you were surprised the floor hadnât cracked. His eyes blazed with an intensity that could sear skin, and the muscles in his jaw clenched hard enough to splinter bone.
Great. Just great.
The second Bakugouâs crimson glare zeroed in on you, it felt like the world narrowed to that singular look, full of disdain and barely leashed rage. If a stare could detonate, youâd be nothing but cinders.
âYâlate, newbie,â Bakugou snarled, venom dripping from his words.
You raise an eyebrow as you check your watch, frowning. âWhat? But... itâs 8:58ââ
âDid I fuckinâ stutter?â Bakugou cut in, stepping forward with an intensity that made even seasoned officers flinch. âTwo minutes might as well be ten in my book. Yâthink suspects wait âround for ya tâ decide youâre ready tâ do your damn job?â
âDetective,â Yagi warned, his voice smooth but firm, wrapping authority around Bakugouâs outburst. It was enough to make the blond pause, if only for a breath, before he rolled his eyes and huffed.
âWhatever,â Bakugou spat, the word like a hot brand. He turned back to you, eyes narrowing to slits. âListen up, rookie. I donât give a ratâs ass if youâre the Chiefâs charity case or if he thinks youâve got potential. You screw up on my watch, and Iâll make sure ya wish youâd handed in your badge yesterday.â
The threat hung in the air like gunpowder. You swallowed hard, keeping your chin up even as the knot of anxiety in your gut twisted tighter. âUnderstood, Detective.â Your tone was forced, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.
âGood,â he said, voice dropping to a growl. âNow move your ass. Weâre already behind schedule thanks tâ you.â
With a nod from Chief Yagi that could almost pass as sympathy, you fell into step behind Bakugou, your heart a thrum of nerves and defiance. The day hadnât even started, and already, you knew that facing Bakugou was going to be the kind of trial that either made or broke you.
But if there was one thing you were sure of, it was that you didnât come this far to break. Not now, and definitely not because of some bomb-tempered detective who thought he could scare you into quitting.
Bakugou didnât glance back as he stalked toward the exit, barking over his shoulder, âKeep up, rookie, or Iâll drag your sorry ass out there myself.â
Yeah, this was going to be hell.
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# 04. Crossed Lines
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After the short interaction wrapped up, you found yourself glancing over at the two other detectives standing beside Midoriya. Both were new faces to you, but the contrast was instantly noticeableâAshido Mina, with her bright eyes and bubblegum hair, radiated an unshakable optimism, while Sero Hantaâs casual smile and relaxed posture somehow balanced the energy Bakugouâs relentless intensity brought to the room. Midoriya himself, ever the polite one, caught your gaze and offered a small, friendly nod.
You decided that if you were all going to be dealing with a case this serious, a little rapport wouldnât hurt. But the moment you opened your mouth, Bakugouâs eyes cut toward you, a warning practically glowing in his glare.
âIs this a damn tea party?â Bakugou barked, arms crossed tightly. âWe got places to be, people. Letâs. GO.â
âLighten up, Kacchan,â Midoriya replied with a smile that was almost too casual for the tension between him and Bakugou. He pushed up his sleeves, looking genuinely unfazed by Bakugouâs attitude. âWeâre all working together on this one. And a team thatâs familiar with each other works better, right?â
Bakugou shot him a glare, muttering something about âwasted timeâ as he stormed past, but he didnât outright shut you down again, so⊠small victories.
âSo, youâre the new partner, huh?â Sero asked, flashing a grin as you all walked toward the bullpen. âMust be tough, dealing with Mr. Sunshine over there.â
You tried to laugh it off, but the groan slipped out before you could stop it. âYou have no idea. Half the time, I feel like heâs about two seconds away from throwing me out of a moving vehicle. Or into a boxing ring.â
âOh, trust me,â Mina giggled, leaning in conspiratorially, âheâs all bark⊠and bite. But he only goes full âattack modeâ if he respects you. Right, Midoriya?â
Midoriya, clearly having overheard every word of the conversation, nodded with a sympathetic smile. "Yeah, Kacchan... has a unique way of motivating people. If you can even call it motivation," he added, trailing off as though unsure of how to phrase it. And this was the same guy who'd gotten away with calling Bakugou a semi-affectionate nicknameâin public!
You were still processing that when Mina gave you a friendly tap on the shoulder. âSo, donât take it personally if heâs a little extra harsh. Youâd have to screw up pretty bad for him to really lose it on you.â
Sero grinned. âYeah, weâve all been on the receiving end of his âmotivational speeches.â Right, Midoriya?â
Midoriya again nodded, a hint of nervous laughter escaping him. âHeâs been like that since high school. But heâs a good detective. If you stick around long enough, youâll see why.â
Just as you were starting to relax into the conversation, Bakugouâs voice sliced through it like a razor. âOi! Enough chitchat. If I wanted a damn pep talk, Iâd ask for it.â He shot you a glare, then pointed toward the door. âMove it. Now.â
You exchanged quick, sheepish glances with Mina and Sero, who both gave you a silent âgood luckâ nod as Bakugou led the way out, practically radiating impatience. Even Midoriyaâs friendly wave didnât fully shake off the weight of Bakugouâs intensity.
As you moved into the hallway with Bakugou just a few steps ahead, you couldnât help but think: that getting to know these new teammates was going to be a marathon in itself. And given Bakugouâs lingering glare, you were pretty sure heâd do his best to make sure you wouldnât forget it.
.....
The air between you and Bakugou was thick with unspoken tension as he pushed open the door to a quieter side room, away from the chatter and energy of the other officers. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as you stepped inside, the soft thud of the door closing behind you magnifying the sudden silence. Bakugouâs back was to you, the crisp lines of his navy-blue police detective uniform sharp under the bright lights. The tailored fabric stretched over his broad shoulders, the insignia patch visible on his sleeve as he crossed his arms and let out a deep, controlled breath.
âAlright, listen up, rookie,â he started, voice low and rough but without the usual edge that could cut through concrete. His eyes met yours, stormy and electric, a mix of begrudging seriousness and irritation. It wasnât quite the barking tone you were used to, but it sure as hell wasnât gentle either. âThis isn't some simple patrol. Weâre dealin' with a syndicateâreal, organized scum whoâd sell their own mothers for a payday.â
You nodded, feeling the pressure coil tighter in your chest. He took a step closer, and you resisted the urge to flinch. He wasnât intimidating by accident; he was all sharp edges and raw energy, a wildfire trying to behave like a controlled burn.
âI know youâre green, and I know youâre not ready for half the shit weâre about to face.â His eyes narrowed, watching for any sign of disagreement. âBut that donât mean youâre gonna slack off. This is your chance to prove you can handle beinâ my partner without dragginâ my ass down.â
You opened your mouth to speak, maybe defend yourself or say something witty to cut the tension, but he didnât give you the chance. His hand flew up, pointer finger raised in warning. âNo. Shut up and listen."
Great. The infamous Bakugou Katsuki motivational speech, part two.
âWeâre runnin' recon. Stakeout. The works. This ainât the kind of gig where you can afford to blink and miss somethinâ.â He started pacing, his boots hitting the linoleum floor with a steady rhythm. The room was just big enough that his movements seemed to fill every inch of space, every stride of his reminding you that he was not just a man, but a force. âWe watch, we wait, and we donât move unless we have to. You donât make a sound unless I tell ya to. You donât play hero, you donât get curious, and you sure as hell donât run your mouth if things get tense.â
He stopped in front of you again, eyes flickering over your expression like he was reading every doubt, every hesitation. His jaw clenched, and for a moment, you thought he might actually tone it down. Instead, he leaned in, the intensity in his eyes nearly crackling.
âIâm sayinâ this once, so get it through that head of yours: the second you act like this is a game or hesitate when things get messy, weâre done. Got it?â
The room felt a few degrees hotter, and it took everything in you not to shrink under his stare. You swallowed hard, steeling your nerves. â..Got it.â
His gaze lingered, scanning for any cracks, any sign that you were bluffing. Whatever he saw must have passed his test, because he straightened, arms folding back across his chest as he nodded once, sharply.
âGood.â The corner of his mouth twitched, not quite a smirk but something less hostile. âNow, donât screw it up.â
Silence stretched between you for a moment, the words sinking in like lead. You didnât know whether to be relieved or more anxious. You took a breath, the reality of it all pressing down on your shoulders.
âSo, whenâs the stakeout?â you asked, trying to mask the nerves in your voice with a false bravado. It worked well enough in theoryâmaybe not so much in practice.
Bakugouâs eyes darkened with the glint of a man ready for battle. âTonight. Gear up and meet me by the west gate at 1900. And remember what I said, rookieââcause one slip, and weâre both screwed.â
You nodded again, the weight of the next few hours pressing like a vise on your chest. As you turned to leave, the thought flared back in your mind: Yeah, you were definitely doomed.
.....
The hours between the briefing and 19:00 were a special kind of hell. You sat at your desk, fingers drumming against the polished wood as your nerves twisted into knots that no amount of deep breathing could undo. The department buzzed around you, a chaotic orchestra of voices, footsteps, and the static crackle of radios. But all of it was muffled, like cotton was stuffed in your ears. Your mind was on one thing: tonight's stakeout.
Kaminari, bless his soul, had tried to lighten the mood, sauntering over with that boyish grin and the kind of confidence that only came from blissful ignorance. âHey, you look like youâve seen a ghost. You know, if this was a horror movie, youâd be the one who gets possessed first.â
âThanks, Kaminari,â you muttered, forcing a weak smile as your leg bounced under the desk. His joke didnât help, but at least it was something.
âAnd then Bakugou would probably shout at the demon until it left you alone,â he added, wiggling his eyebrows. That earned him a snort from Kirishima across the room, who was busy checking his gear. Even so, the tension in your chest didnât let up.
âWouldnât surprise me if the demon just possessed him instead,â you said, only half-joking. Kaminari barked out a laugh before leaning in.
âHey, youâll be fine. Just, you know, donât do anything Bakugou said not to do,â he whispered conspiratorially.
You wanted to laugh, you really did. But instead, all you could do was glance at the clock, counting down the hours and minutes until youâd have to face Bakugouâs exacting standardsâand hope that you wouldnât be the reason this mission went sideways.
âŠ
By the time 18:30 rolled around, you were a bundle of frayed nerves. Every glance from Bakugou during prep was a silent challenge, his sharp eyes catching the tiniest misstepsâyour holster that wasnât clipped properly, the radio you checked twice just to be sure it was on the right frequency. He didnât even have to say anything; the weight of his disapproval was enough to make you sweat bullets. You could practically hear him in your head, shouting, âRookie mistakes get us killed.â
The room felt like it was closing in, the anticipation coiling tighter with every second that passed. It didnât help that the murmured conversations were peppered with glances in your direction. Even Kirishima, whoâd shown up with a reassuring clap on your shoulder and a grin that promised camaraderie, couldnât shake the feeling of impending doom that had settled over you.
âAlright, everyone!â Chief Yagiâs voice cut through the room like a warm, steady beacon. The tall man stood beside Chief Aizawa, who looked like heâd rather be anywhere but here, his eyes half-lidded but sharp. The room quieted instantly, officers shifting from casual banter to focused attention. Even Bakugou, with his constant underlying intensity, straightened his posture.
âThis is it,â Chief Yagi began, his voice even and calm, resonating with the kind of authority that settled nervesâat least a little. âWeâre up against a syndicate thatâs been one step ahead of us for too long. Tonight, we change that.â
Chief Aizawaâs eyes swept the room, pausing on you for a fraction longer than youâd have liked. âStay sharp. This isnât your average stakeout. Everyone needs to be on point. One mistake, and theyâll be gone before we blink.â
You nodded, feeling the weight of his gaze like an iron chain. Your heart drummed so loudly, you wondered if anyone else could hear it.
âBakugou, you and your team are the first line,â Yagi continued, eyes shifting to the explosive blond. Bakugouâs lips twitched into something that might have been a smirk but was probably just his battle-ready scowl. âBe ready for anything.â
âDamn right,â Bakugou muttered, more to himself than anyone else. His eyes flicked to you for half a second, a warning and an assurance wrapped into one.
You swallowed hard as the chiefs finished the briefing, a collective shuffling of boots and gear following as everyone moved out to their positions. The air crackled with anticipation, every officer a tightly wound spring ready to snap. The hallway buzzed with activity, footsteps echoing as your team gathered near the entrance.
And then it hit you, hard and cold like a wave crashing over your head: you were absolutely fucked. All the pep talks, all the reassurances in the world couldnât quell the gnawing anxiety that twisted in your gut as you stepped into the night, the sky darkening into a canopy of shadows.
âLetâs move, rookie!â Bakugouâs voice cut through, snapping you back to the present. You glanced over at Midoriya, who shot you a small, nervous smile that did little to settle your nerves. Ahead, Kirishima flashed a thumbs-up, his own excitement barely contained.
The night was just beginning, but one thing was clearâyou were in for the fight of your life.
.....
You, Kirishima, and Bakugou took up positions in the dense cluster of shadows outside the syndicate's hideout. The abandoned industrial park loomed like a hulking beast, its rusted metal structures catching the eerie glow of the moon. The cool night air should have been refreshing, but it only added a biting edge to the tension coiling in your stomach. Bakugou was already a taut wire, vibrating with his usual mix of impatience and adrenaline.
âEyes open, no screw-ups,â Bakugou hissed under his breath, the snarl barely masked behind clenched teeth. His glare cut through the dark, landing squarely on you. Great, you thought. Just what you neededâhis full, undivided wrath.
âGot it,â you muttered, your voice barely audible over the quiet hum of night insects.
Kirishima, bless his eternally optimistic soul, shot you a reassuring smile. âHey, weâre gonna be fine, yeah? Weâve trained for this. Just remember the plan.â
You nodded, trying to channel even a sliver of his confidence. The plan was simple on paper: observe, gather intel, wait for the signal. But reality had a funny way of chewing up simple plans and spitting them out as complicated messes, and with Bakugou as the lead, nothing was ever just simple.
Bakugou shifted beside you, eyes narrowed and posture coiled tight like a predator about to spring. âStop movin' like youâre an amateur on a school field trip. You make one wrong move, and theyâll hear us from miles away.â
You bit the inside of your cheek to stop from snapping back. He wasnât wrong, but damn if the delivery didnât make you want to throw your boot at his head. Instead, you adjusted your stance, focusing on steady, measured breaths. Kirishimaâs eyes darted between the two of you, his smile faltering slightly. He opened his mouth as if to say something encouraging but quickly shut it as Bakugou shot him a look that couldâve seared paint off metal.
âFocus, Shitty Hair. Weâre not here for a group hug.â,â Bakugou growled.
Kirishima winced, but to his credit, he nodded. âRight, right. All good here.â
The quiet stretched out, an oppressive blanket that made every creak and rustle sound magnified. You kept your eyes trained on the entrance of the building, fingers flexing nervously at your side. A bead of sweat rolled down your temple despite the chill. You wanted to be calm, composed, the officer Bakugou didnât feel like he had to babysit. But under the weight of his scalding gaze, the pressure sat heavy on your chest.
Suddenly, a small soundâa metallic clinkâbroke the silence. Your eyes darted to the source, and before you could register what it was, Bakugou had whirled on you, eyes blazing with fury.
âWhat the hell did I say, rookie?!" he hissed, barely louder than a whisper but fierce enough to make your pulse leap. âYou tryin' to announce our presence with a goddamn megaphone?ââ
âI didnâtââ you started, but Kirishima interjected, trying to diffuse the escalating tension.
âWhoa, whoa, guys. Letâs justââ
âStay outta this, Kirishima,â Bakugou snapped, never taking his eyes off you. "I swear, if you cost us this opââ
âBakugou, I get it,â you interrupted, your voice sharp enough to slice through the static in the air. âIâm not here to mess this up.â
âThen act like it.â,â he shot back, voice dripping with impatience. His eyes were unreadable in the dark, but you could feel the weight of everything he wasnât saying pressing against you. Prove yourself or get out of my way.
Kirishima shifted awkwardly, clearly torn between stepping in and staying silent. His fingers curled, the tension evident even in his usually relaxed frame. He gave you a small, apologetic look, but there wasnât much he could do. Bakugouâs word was final.
You swallowed hard and nodded, steeling yourself. The sting of Bakugouâs criticism burned, but it fueled you, sharpening your focus. You wouldnât give him the satisfaction of breaking under his scrutiny.
The minutes ticked by, each one stretching longer than the last as the quiet hum of the night settled once more. The weight of the mission, of Bakugouâs piercing gaze, of your own hammering heartbeatâall of it coalesced into a single, suffocating realization.
You were in it now, with no room for doubt or error. As Chief Yagiâs voice crackled softly through the comms with the final âAll units, prepare to engage,â you exhaled shakily. The stakeout had officially begun, and there was no turning back.
This, you thought as you scanned the perimeter one last time, the shadows shifting and stretching like specters. Is the worst year of my life.
.....
The first half hour of the stakeout was suffocating in its monotony. Every creak and groan of the old industrial park seemed amplified, stretching the seconds into an eternity. Bakugou hadnât taken his eyes off the building for a second, muscles taut and ready to strike at the slightest hint of movement. You tried to match his vigilance, forcing your breathing to remain steady as the cold air bit through your jacket. Kirishima shifted beside you, the only sign he wasnât made entirely of stone.
Suddenly, a low whistle over the comms cut through the night: the signal. Movement at the side entrance. Your pulse spiked, locking eyes with Bakugou, who barely gave you a glance before snapping, âStay close. Donât screw this up.â
âRight,â you muttered, mostly to yourself. This was it. Time to prove you were more than just some rookie Bakugou had to babysit.
The three of you crept forward, Bakugou leading with steps too silent for someone with such a loud personality. You mirrored him as best you could, even as adrenaline threatened to unsteady your footing. Kirishima brought up the rear, eyes narrowed and focused.
Just as you reached the door, Bakugouâs hand shot up, signaling a halt. He glanced back, mouthing, On my mark. Your fingers flexed, nerves wound tighter than a spring.
Then, a figure darted out of the building, faster than expected. Panic flared as you reacted just a beat too late. Your foot grazed a loose pipe, sending it clattering against the concrete like a symphony of mistakes.
Bakugouâs eyes flashed with molten fury. âWhat the hell did I just say?!â
The figure froze, head whipping toward the noiseâthen bolted, vanishing into the maze of the industrial park.
âMove!â Bakugou roared, his voice slicing through the night.
All three of you burst into a sprint, boots pounding cracked pavement. The cold bit harder as you tore through tight corridors and rusted structures, Bakugouâs curses driving you forward.
Twisting around corners, feet pounding, shadows shifting erratically in the flashlightsâ beamsâyou misstepped, just a fraction too slow on the slick ground. Your ankle twisted, and the world tilted. You yelped, slamming into a metal crate with a clang.
âSplit up!â he barked, and you veered right, legs burning, lungs heaving to keep pace. You caught a blur of movementâa flash of dark clothing.
âContact, west side!â you gasped into the comms.
But as you turned the corner, your target slipped into a corridor cluttered with debris. You leapt over a pipe, skidding on loose gravel, arms pinwheeling. Before you regained balance, a second figure shoved past, slamming you against the metal siding of a container.
âDammit!â you choked, disoriented. The clatter had already alerted the team, but it was too late. Bakugou appeared from the opposite end, just in time to see them vanish through a gap in the chain-link fence.
He spun to you, fury sparking in his eyes. âAre you serious? One damn job, and you blew it!â
Kirishima came running, breathing hard, eyes darting between the exit and your crumpled form. âWe can stillââ
âItâs too late, Kirishima.â Bakugou spat, words cutting like glass. He yanked you up by the arm, not gentle. âLost our best lead âcause of you.â
You winced as he let go, the cold fury in his eyes stinging more than the rough grip on your arm. Silence fell heavy, punctuated only by harsh breaths and the distant hum of the city.
Then Chief Yagiâs voice crackled over the comms. âTeams, return to base. Weâll regroup and assess.â
You couldnât look Bakugou in the eye as you trudged back, the walk a slow march of shame. Kirishima tried a comforting shoulder pat, but it only made the sting worse. Bakugouâs words echoed in your skull, sharp as broken glass.
.....
Back at the precinct, Bakugou wasted no time, cornering you in the hallway, slamming a fist against the wall by your head with a sharp crack. You flinched. His eyes blazed, a cold fury simmering beneath the surface. His jaw clenched so tight it looked ready to shatter, and you could feel heat radiating from him, even in the frigid night air. This was beyond bad.
âWhat. The hell. Were you thinkinâ?â he ground out, each word heavy with fury, barely contained. He was close enough that you noticed the scar slicing across his right cheekâa jagged reminder he was built for chaos. Right now, though, he looked like he was about to snapâand you were the reason why.
Honestly? You didnât even know. No idea, and that was the worst of it. You didnât know why you kept screwing up. Or why you couldnât justâŠstop.
You swore you wouldnât cry. Never. But after everything, you could feel it creeping up, your gaze dropping to avoid Bakugouâs glare, which burned with something harsher than angerâdisdain. It was like fuel to the fire, but for your tears, if that even made sense.
The weight of his glare felt like it might crush you into the linoleum. Bakugouâs presence filled every inch of the hallway, every jagged line of his rage pressing in on you until even breathing felt like a mistake. But you forced yourself to hold it together, swallowing hard, refusing to crack under his gaze.
"Chief Yagi told me you had potential," he sneered, voice dripping with venom. "Thought I was wastinâ my time watchin' your back, but I guess youâre set on provin' him wrong." His eyes raked over you, assessing, but you could tell he wasnât finding anything worth the trouble.
Your fists tightened, knuckles white, but you bit back any retort that threatened to slip out. You didnât have a defense. Youâd failed, and he was right to be angry. Still, the weight of his disappointmentâand the sting of his wordsâcut deep.
"I fuckin' knew you'd be a shit partner, if I can even call you that," Bakugou spat, voice low and venomous. He stepped back, shaking his head in disgust. "You're not even worth the time I wasted, dragging your ass through this mess."
Your chest tightened, but you kept your jaw set, refusing to back down or give him the satisfaction of seeing your frustration boil over. You could feel the heat of his words, each one like a slap to the face. But you werenât going to let him break you.
Kirishima rounded the corner, his face a mask of concern. He caught Bakugouâs shoulder, halting him mid-step. âCâmon, man, go easy. You know we all slip up sometimes. We were all green once, right?â
Bakugou shrugged him off, his glare flicking between you and Kirishima. "Greenâs one thing. Getting a lead ruined âcause they donât know left from right? Thatâs another."
Kirishima's jaw tensed, but he turned to you with a softer look, one that almost undid all your efforts not to crumble right there. "Hey, everyone messes up at some point. Even Bakugouâs had a few rough starts. Right, Bakugou?" he added, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, hoping to diffuse the tension.
Bakugouâs eyes flashed, jaw clenching tighter. âDonât put words in my mouth, Shitty Hair.â
Kirishima didnât back down, meeting Bakugouâs fierce gaze head-on. âBut youâre the one whoâs always telling everyone to learn fast, right? And they will. They just needââ
âNeed to toughen up, yeah,â Bakugou snapped, cutting him off. He turned back to you, his voice low and lethal. "Next time you so much as breathe wrong on a case, Iâll make sure itâs the last time."
With one last, withering look, he stormed off, footsteps echoing down the hall. Kirishima stayed a moment longer, his hand landing on your shoulder, firm but reassuring.
"Look," he murmured, lowering his voice. "Bakugouâs tough on everyone. Hell, he was even worse with me when I started. But heâs all bark, yeah? Donât let it get to you. Youâll learn. JustâŠkeep at it."
You managed a shaky nod, swallowing past the tightness in your throat. âThanks, Kirishima.â
He gave you a reassuring pat, his smile kind despite everything. "Hang in there. If you stick around long enough, even Bakugouâs gotta acknowledge you eventually." He offered a wink, trying to lighten the mood, before heading down the hall after his friend.
The quiet that followed felt hollow, the fluorescent lights humming above as you stood there, replaying every step of the mission in your mind, every slip and wrong move magnified a hundred times over.
You barely registered the footsteps approaching until a soft voice spoke.
"You okay?"
It was Chief Yagi, his tall frame looming gently over you, eyes soft and compassionate. The chief was a man of few words, but each one seemed to carry weight. Heâd been the one who vouched for you, vouched hard enough to get Bakugouâs reluctant approval. You didnât know why heâd stuck his neck out, not when there were dozens of rookies more deserving.
âYes, sir. JustâŠreflecting,â you managed, forcing your voice to stay steady.
Yagiâs gaze didnât waver, his sharp eyes searching yours as if reading every thought that crossed your mind. âMistakes happen,â he said quietly, his tone gentle but firm. âTheyâre not what define you. Itâs what you do afterward that counts.â
You nodded, hearing the wisdom in his words but not quite feeling it. The shame still burned, Bakugouâs words still echoing like a scar. You couldnât shake the image of his furious glare, the way his words cut through you, sharper than any blade. You had one job. Thatâs all heâd said. And youâd screwed it up. Badly.
You werenât cut out for this, were you? Maybe Bakugou was rightâmaybe you were just a waste of time. Everyone around you seemed to know exactly what they were doing, but you were fumbling through every step, like a toddler learning to walk. You could still feel the sting of his disappointment, his anger, like it was still seeping into your bones.
You werenât good enough. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
A pit of self-loathing twisted in your stomach, deeper than it ever had before. Youâd come into this job with so much hope, with the idea that you could prove yourself, that you could be something more than just another rookie. But every time you tried, it felt like you only dug yourself deeper. Every mistake you made seemed to stack up, making you a bigger target for Bakugouâs wrath.
Was this the best you could do? Stumbling through every opportunity, letting your partner clean up your mess?
You shouldâve known better. You shouldâve moved faster, been more careful, not tripped on that damn pipe. You shouldnât have let the pressure get to you. But here you were, a failure in the eyes of your mentor, your team, yourself.
Tears burned the back of your eyes, and you blinked them away furiously. You didnât cry. Not over something like this. But no matter how hard you tried, the ache in your chest didnât fade. What if this was it? What if you just werenât built for this kind of work? Maybe you didnât belong here at all.
You pushed a hand against the wall, feeling the cool surface beneath your palm as your breath grew shallow. What if you just gave up? What if you walked out the door, out of this damn precinct, and never came back?
Youâre not good enough, the thought whispered. And you never will be.
For a moment, you stood there, weighed down by that voiceâby the truth of it. And in the quiet of the hallway, with only the distant hum of the building and the haunting echoes of Bakugouâs fury, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you were starting to believe it.
The silence stretched on, the oppressive weight of your own thoughts bearing down on you. The anger that had been bubbling in your chest before was now buried under a thick layer of disappointmentâboth your own and what you imagined Bakugouâs to be.
But then, a soft voice cut through the dark fog of your mind.
"Hey." Chief Yagiâs voice was gentle, but firm. You didnât even realize he had entered the hallway until you heard him say your name. "You doing alright?"
You flinched at the sound of your name, dragging your gaze up to meet his warm, steady eyes. Chief Yagi wasnât like Bakugouâhe wasnât harsh, wasnât blunt or demanding. His presence was a quiet kind of strength, and it was that quiet strength that seemed to settle over you like a blanket.
âI⊠I donât know, Chief.â The words came out like a confession, raw and hesitant. You couldnât meet his gaze for long, instead focusing on the floor as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. "I screwed up. Big time. I⊠I donât think Iâm cut out for this."
The words tasted like ash in your mouth. They were the culmination of all the doubts youâd been carrying, every mistake youâd made, every misstep that felt like a chasm between you and your teammates.
Chief Yagi sighed softly, taking a step closer, his expression kind but knowing, like heâd seen this before. "Hey," he repeated, his voice reassuring. "Everyone messes up. Especially when theyâre starting out."
You shook your head, unable to shake the feeling that youâd let everyone down. "I let everyone down, Chief. Bakugou was right. IâI had one job, and I blew it. You gave me a chance to prove myself..and I failed."
"Yeah, you made a mistake. But you didnât ruin everything." Chief Yagiâs voice was calm, but it carried the weight of experience. "Weâre not in this alone, you know? You donât have to carry the burden of every single slip-up on your own."
His words were a balm to the self-inflicted wound that had been festering. But they still didnât feel quite enough to wipe away the guilt. "But I keep messing up," you said softly. "Over and over again. Iâm just... holding everyone back."
"No," he said, his tone gentle but firm. "What youâre doing is learning. Youâre learning, and youâre pushing through. Thatâs all anyone can ask of you. I see it, you know? The way you push yourself. The way you donât back down, even when itâs tough."
You wanted to believe him. You wanted to feel that tiny spark of hope flicker back to life inside you. But it was hard to see through the haze of failure that clouded your mind. "But what if Iâm just not good enough? What if Iâm just... a mistake waiting to happen?"
Chief Yagi let out another soft breath, and when he spoke again, it was with the kind of patience only someone whoâd been through it all could have. "You know, no one gets everything right the first time. Or the second. Or the third, for that matter. Itâs not about getting it perfect; itâs about getting back up every time you fall. And you will. Iâm sure of it."
His words sank into you like a stone into water, rippling through the doubt and frustration that had been swelling up inside you. Chief Yagi wasnât trying to erase your mistake, he was just reminding you that it didnât define you. That you didnât have to be perfect to be worth something.
"Iâm not saying itâll be easy," he continued, his voice steady, "but Iâm here, and your teamâs here. You donât have to be alone in this, even when it feels like you are."
You swallowed hard, fighting the lump that had formed in your throat. For the first time that night, you allowed yourself a breath, a small sigh that felt like a fraction of a weight lifting.
âI wonât give up,â you said quietly, the words more to yourself than to him, but they still felt like a promise. âIâll do better. Iâll keep going.â
Chief Yagi smiled, a small but warm curve of his lips that sent a little spark of hope through your chest. âThatâs all anyone needs to hear. Youâre gonna be just fine, kid.â
He turned to walk away, but before he did, he gave you one last, reassuring glance over his shoulder. "And if you ever need to talk, Iâm around. Donât forget that, okay?"
You nodded slowly, the weight of his words sinking in. Maybe you werenât a lost cause after all. Maybe you could get better. Maybe you were learning. And with that, you allowed yourself just a sliver of hopeâenough to push through to the next day.
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# 01. New Beginnings
Synopsis: After a big rookie mistake in the field, Chief Yagi assigns you to Bakugou Katsuki; the best detective in the department. Initial tension as Bakugou makes it clear he doesnât want a ânuisanceâ rookie around. Hint; that's you.
# 02. Street Smarts & Tough Lessons
Synopsis: Thrown into Bakugou's grueling routine, youâre quickly pushed beyond your comfort zoneâand he's not holding back on the insults. What was once an easy ride as a rookie has become an intense crash course, and youâre left scrambling to keep up. Perhapes a cup of coffee can change his attitude?
# 03. Unexpected Partners
Synopsis: Tensions peak as Bakugouâs unyielding standards continue to wear on you, and your attempts to keep up feel futile. But when a sudden lead pulls you into an unexpected late-night stakeout together, you're left with a choice: either keep up or fall behind. Not that you have much time, anyway.
# 04. Crossed Lines
Synopsis: A routine stakeout goes south, and a single misstep leaves you at the center of Bakugouâs fury. As frustration and doubt close in, Chief Yagiâs quiet support offers a sliver of hopeâbut the question remains: are you cut out for this, or just another rookie wasting his time?
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