Secret Wife Life. · Y/n story by @cellared

The glass doors of the Dynamight Agency slid open with a soft hiss. The lobby was all sleek metal, polished concrete, and bold orange accents. Hero merchandise lined the walls—action figures, posters, limited-edition jackets—all bearing the same explosive logo.

Denki Kaminari

Dude, she’s literally perfect. How does someone even look like that?

Eijirou Kirishima

It’s not manly to stare, bro. But… yeah. Wow.

On the tablet screen, playing in a silent loop, was a clip from last year’s blockbuster historical drama. Y/n, in full period costume, delivered a monologue with heartbreaking intensity.

Eijirou Kirishima

No. Way.

Denki Kaminari

voice cracking Is that…?

Y/n stood in the entrance, the afternoon sun from the street casting a long shadow into the pristine lobby. For a moment, there was only the hum of the climate control and the faint sound of city traffic.

Eijirou Kirishima

shoving Kaminari and standing up straight Welcome to the Dynamight Agency! Can we, uh, help you?