Kurmara sat at the agency, diligently going through the paperwork, engaged in a conversation with Mina and Denki, who were lingering around her desk. "Heey, Hayashi, we're hitting the nightclub tonight. You wanna come along like last time?" Mina asked with a hopeful expression. Kurmara looked up from her work, a slight smile on her face, but she shook her head. "Sorry, guys. I've got way too much to do. We just received a bunch of new recruit paperwork, and if I don't tackle it now, it'll just pile up." Mina and Denki pouted, their hopes momentarily dashed. "Come on, Hayashi," Denki pleaded. "Pleaseee!" Kurmara sighed, understanding their disappointment, but she remained resolute. "I appreciate the invite, but I really need to focus on getting this shit done. Maybe next time, okay? Have fun without me." Mina and Denki reluctantly walked away from her desk, pouting as they left. Kurmara let out a small sigh and turned her attention back to the stack of papers before her. After about ten minutes of concentrated work, she heard a tapping sound on her desk. Raising her eyes, she saw Bakugou standing there, silently vying for her attention.
"What's up?" Kurmara asked, curious about his interruption. Bakugou simply pointed to the mountain of recruit paperwork piled on her desk. Confusion flickered across Kurmara's face as she tried to comprehend his intention. "Oh, you want some of it?" she questioned, seeking clarification. In response, Bakugou nodded and extended his hand, silently requesting a portion of the paperwork. Realizing his intent, Kurmara grabbed a small stack and placed it in his hand. "Here you go. Honestly, I don't mind the extra work," she admitted with a nonchalant shrug, willing to share the load. Bakugou snorted softly, meeting her gaze for a brief moment before a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. "There's no need to do it all yourself when there are other people here," he finally remarked before walking away. Kurmara felt her heart flutter, his gesture catching her off guard. However, she quickly shook her head, pushing aside any fleeting thoughts, and refocused on the paperwork before her. With renewed determination, she delved back into the tasks at hand, grateful for the unexpected assistance and determined to make progress.
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It was the end of the day, and Kurmara had finally finished half of the paperwork. She let out a relieved sigh as she leaned back in her chair, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over her. Just as she was about to gather her things and call it a day, she heard a familiar voice behind her. "Finally done with all that paperwork?" Kurmara turned around to see Bakugou leaning against one of the other desks, a small smirk playing on his lips. His presence caused her heart to skip a beat, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of annoyance and excitement at the sight of him. "Yeah, almost there," she replied, a hint of exhaustion in her voice. "Just a few more to go." He nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he pushed himself off the desk and walked towards her desk. He leaned against it, crossing his arms and studying her. "You've been at it for hours. Leave the rest for tomorrow, will ya?" Kurmara raised an eyebrow at him, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in her eyes. "And what do you suggest I do now?" Bakugou shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "I don't know. How about grabbing a drink? I know a place nearby."
A small smile tugged at the corners of Kurmara's lips. The idea of taking a break and spending some time with Bakugou was tempting. She had been working hard and deserved a little break from the paperwork. "Alright," she finally agreed, her smile growing. "A drink sounds good. Let's go." As they left the office together, Kurmara couldn't ignore the fluttering feeling in her chest. Despite their differences and the challenges they had faced, there was something undeniably intriguing about Bakugou. Little did she know that he had something more in store for her. They arrived at a vibrant nightclub, the music pulsating through the air and the energy electrifying. Kurmara's eyes widened in surprise as Bakugou led her to one of the large VIP tables. The moment she walked in, the entire group of their colleagues erupted in cheers, welcoming her presence. "You brought me here?" she asked, her voice filled with astonishment, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of surprise and delight. Bakugou smiled, his eyes sparkling with mischief, before he walked confidently to the table. Kurmara blushed and took a seat next to Mina, who was already there with a wide smile on her face, eagerly showing her the drink menu.
"Oh my gods! I'm so glad you're here!" Mina exclaimed, wrapping her arms around her best friend in a tight hug. Kurmara couldn't help but giggle in response. "Yeah, I finished half of the recruiting papers, then this man over here offered me a drink," Kurmara explained, gesturing toward Bakugou. Mina looked genuinely surprised. "Wait, really?" she asked, her eyes widening in disbelief. Kurmara nodded, her smile growing wider. "Yeah, I figured you guys might've asked him just to get me out of the agency." Mina shook her head, her smile unwavering. "We only told him to lighten your workload earlier today." Kurmara looked at her friend in surprise, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. She then glanced over at Bakugou, who was engrossed in conversation with Denki and Sero. Heat rushed to her face and ears, and she turned back to Mina with a bewildered expression. "No fucking way. He's not nice to me and can't stand me, remember? I'm lucky if he says anything even remotely nice to me," Kurmara whispered, trying to convince herself. Mina leaned in closer, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, and whispered in Kurmara's ear, "Well, he was nice enough to take those papers from you when we asked, and he didn't even hesitate!"
Kurmara's eyes widened, her heart pounding. She looked at Mina, searching for any sign that she might be joking. But Mina simply nodded, affirming what she had just said. Kurmara couldn't help but wonder if there was more to Bakugou than she had initially thought. After two rounds of drinks and shots, Mina dragged Kurmara to the crowded dance floor, a few of their friends following suit to join them. The pulsating music reverberated through the air, and the vibrant atmosphere filled Kurmara with energy. Mina wore a mischievous smirk on her face as they danced, maneuvering Kurmara around with expert moves. Leaning close to Kurmara's ear to be heard over the music, Mina whispered, "I think you're getting checked out!" Kurmara laughed, assuming Mina was just teasing her. However, Mina subtly pointed towards the table they were at earlier, where Midoriya, Tsuyu, Todoroki, Iida, and Bakugou were still seated. Kurmara's eyes followed Mina's gesture, catching Bakugou's gaze for a brief moment before he averted his eyes, taking a sip from his glass. Kurmara's heart skipped a beat, surprised by the unexpected attention. "What the hell? Mina, stop," she exclaimed, amusement evident in her voice, as she continued to dance with her friend.
Mina's smile widened. "Okay, don't believe me? Let's try that one dance then," she proposed, referring to a specific dance move they had learned that had a seductive undertone. Heat immediately rushed to Kurmara's face, and her heart raced, but she nodded, curious to see what Mina meant. The two women synchronized their movements, their bodies moving with sensuality and confidence. Kurmara kept her eyes fixed on Bakugou, observing him discreetly as Mina had suggested. She noticed his occasional glances in her direction, his eyes briefly locking with hers before he turned his attention back to the group. There was a hint of something in his gaze, a mix of interest and intensity that sent shivers down Kurmara's spine. As the song reached its climax, Kurmara's thoughts raced, trying to decipher the meaning behind Bakugou's glances. Was there a newfound spark between them? Could it be possible? She couldn't deny the attraction she had started to feel towards him, despite their differences and occasional clashes. The dance ended and Kurmara faced Mina, her face flushed with a mixture of exhilaration and uncertainty. "Okay, so he might've been looking at me." Mina grins, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Told you!" she exclaims triumphantly. "We can explore this further if you're interested." Kurmara contemplates Mina's suggestion for a moment before responding, "I might need a few drinks, otherwise, I might pussy out." They both laugh, sharing a lighthearted moment, before Mina leads Kurmara to the bar where they order slightly stronger drinks. As they stand at the bar, they engage in animated conversation, Mina outlining a plan to test the waters with Bakugou to gauge his interest. Kurmara listens attentively, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves building within her. After finishing their drinks, they make their way back to the table where the others are still gathered. Mina finds a seat next to Bakugou and offers him another drink, to which he rolls his eyes and tells her to back off. The group engages in casual conversation, some of them excusing themselves to get more drinks or hit the dance floor. Mina catches Kurmara's gaze and subtly hints that it's time to put the plan into action. Kurmara finishes the rest of her drink, mustering her courage, before turning her attention to Bakugou. "Hey, you wanna dance with me?" she asks, her voice laced with a hint of anticipation. Bakugou looks at her, surprise flickering across his expression for a brief moment before he raises an eyebrow.
Kurmara returns his gaze, a challenge in her eyes. He finishes his own drink, a hint of a smirk forming on his lips, and responds, "Sure, let's go. I'm sick of just sitting here anyway." With a mix of excitement and apprehension, Kurmara stands up and waits for Bakugou. Once he's by her side, she confidently grabs his hand and leads him to the dance floor, the pulsating music enveloping them. As they move to the rhythm, Kurmara's mind races with the plan Mina had suggested. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Kurmara begins to dance, her body swaying and moving with the music. The seductive dance she had practiced with Mina is unleashed, but this time, there's an added twist. As she dances close to Bakugou, she adds her own flair, playful yet daring energy flowing through her. The alcohol coursing through her veins heightens the sensations, fueling her excitement and blurring the line between inhibition and desire. As Kurmara moves on the dance floor, she feels Bakugou's hands confidently slide up her hips and waist, sending a surge of electricity through her. The touch ignites a potent mix of sensations, making her heart race with anticipation. With each beat of the music, Bakugou pulls her closer, until her back is pressed against his chest. The intimate proximity sends a wave of heat through her, and she can't help but feel a flutter of butterflies in her stomach. The chemistry between them is palpable, and Kurmara starts to question if maybe Mina was right all along.
In that moment, as they sway to the rhythm, Kurmara allows herself to fully embrace the possibility of something more. The combination of the alcohol, the music, and their connection creates a magnetic pull, drawing them together in a dance filled with desire and unspoken longing.
As the music continued to pulse through the nightclub, Kurmara and Bakugou danced for a while, lost in their own world of shared chemistry and unspoken attraction. Eventually, they made their way back to the bar, seeking a momentary respite from the crowded dance floor. They ordered a few more drinks, allowing themselves a brief interlude to catch their breath and exchange glances filled with unspoken tension. Afterward, they finally went back to the table where their friends were, about to sit down when Mina and Sero swooped in, snatching Kurmara away from Bakugou. He glared at the two mischief-makers, his annoyance evident, before finally rolling his eyes and settling back into his seat at the table. The thumping music drowned out the conversation between Kurmara, Mina, and Sero, allowing them a degree of privacy amidst the vibrant atmosphere. Mina couldn't contain her curiosity, her smile wide as she asked, "So, how was it? Did you learn anything about him?" Kurmara's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. She attempted to play it cool, attempting to hide her true feelings. "I don't know, it's hard to tell," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of nervousness.
Sero, always the teasing friend, chimed in, unable to resist. "Oh come on, Hayashi. We saw you two on the dance floor. You were practically glued together!" Kurmara laughed at Sero's playful jab, her laughter tinged with a touch of bashfulness. She took a sip from her glass, her eyes briefly meeting Bakugou's from across the table. It was impossible to deny the closeness they had shared on the dance floor and the way her heart raced in his presence. As the conversation continued and the night progressed, Kurmara couldn't shake off the lingering warmth in her chest. There was something undeniably magnetic between her and Bakugou, and she couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them.
As the night wore on and the effects of the drinks settled in, the group stumbled out of the club, their steps unsteady and laughter echoing through the night. Kurmara found herself in a tipsy state, giggling and whispering to Mina, who was equally intoxicated. They linked arms, leaning on each other for support as they walked. In their drunken haze, the conversation turned to the possibility of Bakugou having feelings for Kurmara. Giggling, Kurmara brushed it off, insisting that he was just being nice to her. She whispered, "No, Mina, he's just finally being friendly. That's all." Mina, not one to hold back, leaned in and whispered back, her words slurred, "Noooo, when he was dancing with you, th-that was more than just nice. He wants to ha-have sex with yooou." Their words were punctuated by fits of laughter, the alcohol fueling their uninhibited humor. Just as they continued their intoxicated banter, Sero approached them, his hand on both of their shoulders. "Alright, ladies, I think it's time to go home," he declared, a lopsided grin on his face. Mina and Kurmara groaned in unison, protesting the end of their conversation. "Oh, come onnnn," Mina whined, while Kurmara added, "We aren't done talking yet!"
Sero chuckled and gently guided Mina away, their fingers slipping from each other's grasp. Suddenly, someone was next to Kurmara and she looked up to see Bakugou beside her, steadying her with a touch. Mina let out an exaggerated "Oooh~" at the sight, earning a roll of the eyes from Bakugou. He took charge, leading Kurmara away from the group, as she waved a cheerful goodbye to her friends. They made their way to Bakugou's car, and he helped Kurmara into the passenger seat before heading to the driver's side. "Y-you're gonna take mee hooome?" Kurmara asked, her speech slurred. "Obviously, since you're in no condition to take yourself home," Bakugou replied matter-of-factly, starting the car. His gaze flickered to her as he noticed she hadn't fastened her seatbelt, prompting a silent sigh. He reached over and buckled it for her, ensuring her safety. Once on the road, Kurmara spoke up again, her words a little unsteady. "I like your cologne," she mumbled, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery. Bakugou gave her a quick side glance, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "What are you talking about?" he questioned, his tone slightly perplexed.
She repeated herself, her words clearer this time. "Your cologne. I like it." He responded with a nonchalant "Mhmm" and continued to drive, a subtle hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The rest of the journey was filled with comfortable silence, the intoxicating mix of alcohol, and shared moments lingering in the air. Once they arrived at Kurmara's house, Bakugou parked the car and stepped out, ready to assist her to the front door. However, as she stumbled, he swiftly caught her in his arms, his strength effortlessly supporting her weight. Kurmara's words floated in the air, her voice slightly hazy. "The door should be unlocked." He nodded, the scent of his cologne lingering in the air, intertwining with her already spinning senses. With practiced ease, Bakugou opened the front door without needing to release his hold on her. The house welcomed them with a quiet, dimly lit ambiance. He walked through the familiar space, guided by Kurmara's directions until they reached her room. Gently, he laid her on the bed, ensuring her comfort. Just as he was about to leave, Kurmara's hand gently reached out, grabbing his wrist. "What?" Bakugou inquired, observing her as she held her head, a slight frown adorning her face.
"Can you uhm, do me a favor?" she asked, her voice laced with vulnerability. Her eyes shut tightly as if to ward off the dizziness. Bakugou let out a silent sigh, turning his full attention to her. "Can't you do it yourself?" he questioned, a trace of reluctance in his tone. She shook her head, her hand still pressed against her temple. "No.. please?" Her plea tugged at his resolve, compelling him to help. With a nod, he acquiesced. "What do you need?" "Tylenol.. it's in my medicine cabinet..." Kurmara informed him, her words muffled by the haze in her mind. Bakugou left her room and entered the bathroom, opening the small cabinet. He retrieved the pill bottle and grabbed two tablets, along with a cup of water. Carrying them back to her room, he handed them to her. "Make sure to drink all the water," he advised, his eyes watchful as she obediently took the medicine, his hand placing the cup on her nightstand. She looked up at him, her gaze filled with gratitude and a touch of vulnerability. "Can you... do one more thing before you leave?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Bakugou nodded, his resolve solidifying. If he was already there, he might as well go the extra mile.
"What do you need?" he inquired, his presence a steadying force in her disoriented state. After Kurmara adjusts herself on the bed, she turns her back to Bakugou and asks softly, "My shirt zips in the back... Can you do it for me?" The request she made lingered in the air, a vulnerable plea. His face flushed slightly, a mixture of warmth and surprise. Without hesitation, he moved closer, his hands finding their place on her back. With practiced ease, he undid the zipper of her shirt, sliding it down, revealing her bare back. Her words of gratitude reached his ears, and he nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with exhaustion and relief. She settled down on the bed, sighing softly as she closed her eyes, succumbing to sleep's embrace. Bakugou stood there for a moment, observing her peaceful form, and with a quiet sigh, he covered her with the blanket, ensuring her comfort, before silently leaving the room. Closing both her bedroom door and the front door behind him, he carried the weight of the night's events with him. As he walked away, a mixture of emotions filled his heart, leaving him to contemplate the path ahead.