#the devil wears support gear: secretary au

[ofmermaidstories]

AAAAADJEJAHAHHS WHAT.WHAT. YOUR SECRETARY DRABBLE?? IT WAS SO ADORABLE ADJEHAHSH WHY BRUH HOW??

but like what if we got a little thing where we're the Starbucks employee that takes his order every morning, and everyday he buys two drinks, but it's a different kind of coffee every time. And your just like adshehhshwhw it's a pro-hero!!, but he just eventually starts talking to u about the RANDOMEST things in his life. Like,

"I saw a cat on the way to work yesterday. It was fluffy and orange, and it kind of reminded me of Bakugou."

And ur just like "wHos Bakugou???"

Then he asks reader to draw a cat on the cup and it's just at that point ur so done with this man.

(pls ignore my poor editing skills)

(ur editing skills are PERFECT, thank u, i am saving this to my phone rn ☎️✨😭)

Shouto Todoroki comes in every day: rain, hail or shine.

You and the others of the café have mostly grown immune his fame, by now, though the commotion he can cause is a little harder to ignore. Sometimes, if you’re both unlucky, a crowd will gather at the sight of him—blocking the counters off and annoying everyone else in the shop. It’s always the same combination of younger kids, star-struck teenagers—or tourists. Most locals, used to Shouto and his ilk, will see the Pro strolling in for his order and leave him to it, give him the right of normalcy. It helps, you think to yourself wrly, that Shouto Todoroki is infamous for being completely unhinged with both his fan encounters and any kind of traditional media.

“Good morning,” he greets you, formally. “I’d like two large Eye-Scream lattes today, please.”

The Eye-Scream latte—Starcups’ Halloween special. You smile to yourself, ringing the purchase up as your coworker shoots you a jealous look. Shouto Todoroki tips well.

“Any special requests today?” You ask. It’s been about a month since he’s discovered he can ask for cup art, and get it—the lot of you climbing over yourselves to make the Pro Hero smile with your doodles, your careful illustrations. Daisuke, your manager, put all of you to shame the other week with his careful, biro rendering of an old manga panel.

But it’s fun; Shouto looks thoughtful, delighting you. You like that he takes this just as seriously as the rest of you do.

“You’ve been drawing those cats for me,” the Pro hero points out. “Can you draw another?”

Something fizzles within you, glowing, at this. “Yeah,” you say, trying not to be too eager. “yeah, I totally can!!”

Shouto smiles at you, warm and small, and you think—you think you’d march off a bridge if this man told you to.

Your friend makes the lattes, pouting at you when you give her the cups, your drawing done. “This is so unfair,” she complains, “he always talks to you!”

You duck behind the coffee machine and jeer at her. “Eat shit!”

She kicks at you in revenge, and you try not to laugh as Shouto waits, oblivious.

“Who do you think he’s getting the coffees for?” Your friend asks, as she finishes one.

You pretend to wipe down an already clean counter, and shrug. “I always thought it was like, Deku or someone.”

Giggling, your friend whispers, “Dynamight.”

You try to picture Dynamight, Japan’s Fury, drinking one of your lattes—with one of your little cats on it, and can’t.

You’re still trying to picture it when Shouto’s order is ready; you present the tray to him and smile up at the man as he moves to collect them.

“I hope you and your friend enjoy your coffees,” you tell him.

Gray and blue eyes flicker down to the cups; to the Shouto-like cat you’ve drawn, sitting with its eyes closed, dreaming of fish.

“We will,” he says, smiling at you—amused, now, like he knew what you were trying to do. “Thank-you.”

Behind you, one of the others giggles nervously. You decide that next time, when you have the chance, you’ll draw two cats; curled up together, napping like they’re in the sun.

[ofmermaidstories]

POV: your work crush answers your usual morning “Hi!!” when he walks past.

[ofmermaidstories]

because im struggling with 3rd person POV at the moment (stupid………….), comment on this post and tell me who’s head u wanna get a looksie inside of, for our secretary!AU, and i’ll write some kind of drabble for it. 📖🖍 (majority wins!!!!)

[ofmermaidstories]

okay no we’re going now:

Pro Hero AU where you’re a secretary at the Big Three’s brand new agency—it’s a big, open space, filled with amazing heroes who come and go and you’re only one of many, many staff members who help keep the paperwork side of things running smoothly, so Japan’s best can get out there and do what they need to.

You’d gotten the job after Deku—the Deku!—pulled you out of the rubble of your old one.

“Are you okay?” He’d asked, breathing in with his relief at having found you.

In reply you had burst into tears. “My—my job—”

Afterwards, when you’re calmer, you’ll understand that it was the shock making you grasp at and worry over the wrong thing—but Deku had been so, so kind, rubbing your back carefully like you were a small child. “It’ll be okay,” he promised, “I know it will!”

(Later a cheery EMT will give you a small slip of paper, with a wink. “The Big Green wanted you to have this!” He says, brightly. It’s an email—for Deku’s not-yet started agency, the scrawled message underneath saying: When you feel up to it, contact us. We’d love to have you be apart of the team somehow!! A week later, you’ll be in the agency itself, bare-bones as it was, then, Deku giving you a bashful tour.)

You like your job. You like your coworkers. You get paid well, the leave is decent—and mandatory—and you’re able to build a new life on top of the one you’d had before this, where you lived paycheck-to-paycheck and had to think carefully, twice-over, about every and any purchase. Now you can do frivolous, soul-feeding things like: get your nails done, with cute designs, upkeep them. Go out to spontaneous lunches with your coworkers or your friends. Buy gifts for the people you love and not have to apologise every time you gifted them with, “I’m sorry it’s not much—”. You invest in good, solid cookware—French-made cast iron dutch ovens in deep, jewel greens and copper pans with lifetime warranties. Life is wonderful when you don’t have to worry about what you have to live off of until your next payday.

Your favourite part, however, are your coworkers. They’re good people, you think to yourself, watching as other admin assistants rush past you with a wave, or one of the visiting Pros winks at you. Your bosses (are they your bosses? Technically you think you answer to their manager more, but it doesn’t matter) especially. Every morning Deku makes it a point to stop by your desk, ask how you are, tell you about whatever interesting thing he learnt about or observed the other day. He’s enthusiastic and wonderful and you grin at him every time you see each other in the agency.

Then there’s Shouto. You’ve always wondered if he ever questioned your appearance on the team. They’d had their staff that they trusted, in the early days, a small team that they’d known either as teenagers or just after they all debuted onto the Pro Heroics scene. Deku slipped you in, sneakily, as though you wouldn’t be noticed and while you knew that Dynamight had given him immedate—and lasting—shit for it, Shouto had seemed unperturbed, just accepting that you were now there. He talks to you like he’s known you for years, comfortably.

“Good morning,” he greets every day, “I’ve brought you coffee.”

The order changes: sometimes it’s an Iced Americano with vanilla syrup, or a hot Latte on non-diary creamer. Every time a new season rolls around he brings you the corresponding special, every day, with the fitting seasonal cups and decorations. You thank him for all of them, even the ones you don’t enjoy and he nods, smiling at you as he disappears into itinerary meetings with the others, or to be berated by their manager for being uncooperative with the media. You start bringing him fitting treats you can think of: little keychains from joke-stores, candy-cane cookies your neighbour makes you for Christmas. Dark, fruit-filled chocolate you buy from tiny, luxurious little shops that have the sanctity of a jewellery store. He thanks you for every single one of them, amused at each.

Deku and Shouto are absolute sweethearts who make you feel valued, welcomed, even after all this time. Dynamight—Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, the third of their trio—does not.

He’s not mean, or even rude. You just don’t think he even knows you’re there half the time, stalking past your desk even as you greet him with a cheerful—and standard—“Hi!”

Sometimes he grunts. Sometimes he’ll even look at you. Other times his jaw tightens and he strides past and your Work Wife, who sits across from you, will quietly laugh to herself at the face you make behind his back.

Nothing changes. At least, nothing changes until you’re having a rough day: it’s bucketing outside, the type of weather that threatens a typhoon and you’re one of the few skeleton staff that have managed to make it in, getting soaked in the process. You’re cold, even with your cardigan and you haven’t been sleeping well the past few days, thanks to some… issues—you don’t notice Dynamight’s even come in until he stops, just past your desk.

“Where the fuck’s my hello?” he demands, startling you.

You stare at him, wide-eyed. He scowls under the attention. “Well?” he asks, voice rough and unreasonably, you can feel the sudden, unwanted prick of tears.

“Hi,” you say, wobbly. And then you burst into tears.

(You’ll never forget the alarm on his face—or the horror on Deku’s as he walks in to see you snivelling into some tissues, Great Explosion Murder Mittens Dynamight standing over you with the box, his face twisted unpleasantly.

“What the hell, Kacchan!��� He’d demanded, green lightning crackling around his fists.

“Fuck off, Deku!” Dynamight had snarled back. “And you!”

Shouto, who’d come in behind Deku, only says calmly, “I didn’t say anything.” He’s carrying a drink—for you, your name written on it neatly and as Deku and Dynamight start their vicious bickering, he passes them to place it on your desk.

“I asked them to draw a little cat on it,” he tells you, like a secret; turning the cup until you can see that there is, indeed, a fat-faced cat on it.

“He has good whiskers,” you whisper back, and Shouto smiles at you and you think: things will probably be okay.

You know it will.)

the way i gave myself secretary x pro hero brainrot LMAO what a clown 🤡🔫 congrats u little fool, u bimbo, u played YOURSELF.