Hey guys, Waffle has been fighting for her life with the Flu. I’m on the mend, so hopefully y’all didn’t miss me too much. kisses

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Working for the Dynamight Hero Agency was supposed to be a dream come true. And technically, it was.

YN was a relatively unremarkable support hero employed under the notoriously explosive Pro Hero Dynamight. They weren’t particularly close to their boss, weren’t one of his favorite sidekicks, and certainly weren’t someone he went out of his way to socialize with. They showed up for patrols, completed their paperwork, assisted when necessary, and generally stayed out of Katsuki Bakugou’s way. A perfectly normal professional relationship.

Which was fantastic, considering YN was absolutely, catastrophically, embarrassingly obsessed with the man.

Not that anyone knew. At work, YN was the picture of professionalism. They didn’t squeal when Bakugou walked into a room, didn’t blush when he barked orders, and didn’t stare at his arms when he rolled up his sleeves. Well. Not noticeably, anyway.

At home, however? That was an entirely different situation. Their apartment was practically a shrine to the explosive hero. Dynamight posters covered the walls. Limited-edition action figures occupied entire shelves. Framed newspaper clippings documented his greatest victories. Every official T-shirt, hoodie, collectible, and piece of merchandise ever released had somehow found its way into YN’s possession.

And then there was the body pillow. The ridiculously expensive, life-sized Dynamight body pillow that YN slept curled around every single night.

Was it embarrassing? Absolutely. Was it a little concerning? Probably. But it wasn’t hurting anybody! Besides, Bakugou would never find out. Why would he? He barely knew anything about YN outside of their professional relationship. He certainly wasn’t going to show up at their apartment.

Until one unfortunate Tuesday morning.

YN had made the catastrophic mistake of turning their phone off the night before. After an exhausting shift, they’d collapsed onto their couch wearing an oversized Dynamight T-shirt, matching knee-high Dynamight socks, and absolutely nothing resembling their usual professional dignity. Their beloved body pillow was tucked securely against their chest.

And they slept. Through their alarms. Through their scheduled patrol. Through approximately seventeen increasingly aggressive phone calls from the agency. And through several very colorful voicemail messages from Katsuki Bakugou himself.

Now, ordinarily, Bakugou wouldn’t personally hunt down a missing sidekick. But YN was never late. Not once. And after receiving absolutely no response, the explosive hero had finally gotten ticked off enough, and perhaps just concerned enough, to retrieve their address from the agency’s emergency contact records and investigate himself.

Which was how YN found themselves being violently awakened by someone pounding on their apartment door.

Half-asleep, disoriented, and convinced the building was on fire, YN stumbled off the couch and hurried toward the entrance. They didn’t check their clothes. Didn’t put down the pillow. Didn’t even glance at the hundreds of Dynamight collectibles decorating their living room. They simply yanked the door open.

And there stood Katsuki Bakugou.

Their boss. Their idol. Their favorite person on the entire planet.

His crimson eyes dropped to the oversized T-shirt bearing his own face. Then to the matching socks. Then, very slowly, to the enormous body pillow clutched against YN’s chest. A body pillow featuring a particularly flattering illustration of himself.

Silence. Absolute, horrifying silence.

Bakugou blinked. Once. Twice. His gaze shifted past YN’s shoulder. To the framed Dynamight poster hanging above the couch. The shelves of action figures. The limited-edition Dynamight blanket. And the life-sized cardboard cutout standing proudly beside the television.

His mouth opened. Closed. Then opened again.

Well. That happened. Fantastic decision. Absolutely no foreseeable consequences there.