Katsuki's POV:

UGHHHHH. My shitty coworkers plan this stupid party every year! It's always the exact same! Same decorations, same music, same room, same food. Just the year changes. I do have to admit ,i enjoy the parties a tiny bit but THEY DON'T NEED TO KNOW THAT! 

I heard my secretary's heals hit the marble floor down the corridor, already pulling me out of my daydream, giving off a 'CLICK' sound every time she took another step. "Mr Bakugo?" she asked. She has long, silky black hair that is usually tied up in a high ponytail. She has smart, sharp black eyes that could make you bow down to her with a single glance. Her usual go-to choice of clothing was a sapphire red pencil skirt with a slit on the side revealing more of her long legs. Her shirt was white with a frill near the top. 

I look up from my desk to meet her sharp gaze "Hm? What is it Miss Yaoyorozu?".  I saw her shily avert her gaze to the floor but no words came out. If you know me, which you should, you should know i have a very short temper and a small amount of patience. "If you're going to just stand there-" "Is it okay if i go early to prepare for the party" she interrupted.  " My best friend since High School will be singing today and I..would like to see her before the party...as...she will be busy...singing...". I noticed all the confidence pour out of her like water out of a balloon. Am i really that scary? I thought to myself. 

"Tch, go whenever you want! Just remember to do all your required work! You know how easy it is for me to fire you on the spot!" ah, i guess i understand why people are scared of me . I could see pure joy in her eyes and she went back to her office to get her coat and she waved me goodbye on the way out. Damn secretary 

30  minutes after she left, the emptiness of the office finally hit me. Everyone has gone off  for their Christmas break, apart from me of course. I looked at the digital clock on my desk giving off a gentle dark blue light on the spotless wooden desk. 18:30. I guess i should start getting ready for this damn party as it starts at 8 and i ain't one to be late, even to an event i hate.

Why did she leave early again? i thought to myself whilst walking to my mercedes. I have changed a lot since high school but walking around with my hands in my pockets will never change, nor will my hair. Ohhhh that's right!  She's friends  with one of the...singers? and she wanted to see her.  When did we invite a band again?  I'm not sure, probably ponytail has everything covered as she usually does. Shit, maybe this year will be a tad bit better than last. I guess we'll have to see. 

I got home and changed from his black and orange working suit to his loose maroon-red one. His trousers and blazer had the same dark shade of red however his shirt underneath was black and a button down with the first two buttons obviously loose 

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I got back to my office at around 19:50. As i looked through my car window i realised that most of my coworkers were already there. I stepped out the car and already hated my decision. 

Every year, our Christmas parties get spread around more and more companies and every year we get more and more people joining us. 

It had to be my luck that this year THEIR agency found out about our party

"NO WAY! BAKUBRO IS THAT YOU?!" 

Fuck

I feel 3 pairs of hands wrap around my torso. One pair belonged to the only person i let near me back in high school "Shitty Hair" "Aww mann! You never give up with your nicknames do you?" Kirishima said slightly laughing. The second pair of arms belonged to our one and only Pikachu "Dunce face" " damn, i thought you would forget that name by now" Kaminari said defeatedly which only made my mood better. The last pair was attatched to " Flex Tape" "I swear that's a new nickname. Old habits never do change, huh Bakugo?" Sero teased "Shut the fuck up". 

After our annoying ass reunion or whatever the fuck that was we all headed inside the office. " So im guessing the word got around as far as the other side of Japan huh?" i asked still not fully believing how many people know about our yearly tradition. " Yeah i guess so! It's so cool that this year you have live bands playing!" " Yeah i heard that the lead singer of the first band is hot" Dunce face interrupted. "What was it that I said that old habits never change?" commented flex tape as we entered the building

Most of the room was already full and bustling with coworkers and people from around the country that i didn't intended to talk to. To be honest, i didn't intend to talk to anyone. Just drink a couple of rounds, and go home. 

20:30

I'm so fucking bored. I swear if they don't start singing in the next 5 minutes im leaving. 

As if on cue, the stage started to light up revealing a set of drums, keyboard, and more jazz instruments. I stared expectantly at the stage as the room started to fill with rounds of applauds.  Huh, nothing seems that impressiv