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It’s not that Utano was angry, she was frustrated, disappointed, ready to scream and punch someone in the face. Ok, she was fucking furious. She hated it. Despised the fact that the only places that would hire her were strip clubs and shitty themed bars. She was enraged that her resume kept getting turned away after a cursory glance into her previous employment, where they would find the single year she had worked as a vocalist in-between dancers at a naughty club and then the five years nine months and six days she’d been working at a fucking pirate themed bar as stage entertainment. Almost six years of using the quirk entertainment license her brothers had suggested she get as a joke, she was trained to be a godamn hero. She was supposed to be saving lives and using her quirk to get honest confessions out of villains.
Instead she was walking alone to her apartment at 4am after having spent the whole evening and night singing lonely men into wanting more alcohol. That's when she saw him. Her neighbor was trying and failing pretty miserably to walk home on his own. He was muttering something angrily to himself and was completely toasted, just utterly and thoroughly slam drunked. He was pouting at a crosswalk when she came up beside the number two hero. She listened for a second to confirm that he was in fact upset that he couldn't go through the crosswalk, good to know that even waisted heroes follow traffic laws.
The crosswalk sang out and he… kept muttering to himself. Utano took his elbow gently and he snarled at her.
“Relax, I'm your neighbor and the crosswalk is green,” she said, pulling him across the street with her.
“Fuckin, didn’t recognize you short-ass” he grumbled as he allowed himself to be dragged away.
It made sense to her, he’d never seen her in her work makeup before, and she did have a fish face. Quite literally, the pirate theme of the bar meant she was designated siren and had to wear a stupid costume on stage, but “short-ass” he referred to her as “short-ass” in his head. She’d never thought of herself as that short before, until that very moment when she was standing next to her intimidatingly tall and broad neighbor. At least he knew who she was, probably.
Eventually they made it to his apartment. Utano let him fumble with the key for approximately ten seconds before grabbing his hand and gently guiding the key into the door. As soon as she pushed the door open he stumbled in and collapsed onto the, admittedly comfortable looking, couch. And Utano, taking dumb bitch first prize, turned around and locked the door behind her.
She stared at him for a second, before sighing heavily and asking him where his kitchen was. She followed his vague gesture and returned with a glass of water for him.
“Drink” she held the glass up to his lips.
“Not- don’t- you can’t- short-ass tell me what to do” he finally managed, completely scandalized that she would even try.
“Drink then I’ll help you to the bathroom,” she commanded him gently, and he took the glass, she used the short time she had to find the bathroom and wash her face as best she could in his bathroom, she was gonna be here awhile if he was going to be shocked every time she tried to help him.
Eventually she managed to get him into his bed, partially clothed as he’d thrown his shirt off in disgust after exiting the bathroom. Utano felt silly, he was a grown ass man, she did not need to tuck him into bed. Still, it felt nice to take care of someone again. The last time she’d done this for anyone was when her younger brother came home from a bar, after getting blackout drunk his first night of drinking ever.
She tucked the number two hero in, and before she could leave he grabbed her wrist. Dynamite… Bakugo? She didn’t know how to think of him, was already half asleep.
“Stay” he murmured, probably thinking she was someone else, before he freed his other arm and wrapped it around her waist. She had about three seconds to process what was happening before he pulled her over him onto the bed and wrapped his body around hers.
Fuck, was the only thought she could think as she tried to wriggle free of his… strong, very warm, attractive arms. He grunted at her annoyed, and shifted his body. She could feel the rhythm of his breathing against her back, and also his abs holy SHIT, she knew the guy was ripped and a hero but fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck. She didn’t know what to do, her breath caught in her throat as he buried his face in her neck. The door is locked. some traitor part of her brain called out to her, he’s very warm. it’s not like there’s any way to get out of this situation now. Her whole brain went turncoat and she reluctantly relaxed. He was very warm, and his bed smelled sweet.