The number one and number two heroes sat across from each other, both filing paperwork. It was Bakugo's least favorite part of the job. Since he and Deku tackled so many problems throughout the country, the paperwork they had to file piled up to unheard of amounts. Once every quarter, he and Deku would spend a week's worth of nights filing it all.

Bakugo, number two, knit his brows in confusion as he read over some scenario. "Do you remember fighting a gas villain in the south two—no, three months ago?"

Deku was also stuck in waves of concentration, and the exhaustion written so plainly on his face mirrored what they both were feeling. "Haven't we fought multiple gas villains? How far behind are we?"

"Three months ago. Think," Bakugo spat.

Deku shot him a look. "You think."

"I think you both should go home, get some rest, find yourselves some wives maybe? Do you even have homes? Or do you just live here?" Hisao, Bakugo's assistant, said as he entered the room. He put on his coat and grabbed his briefcase.

"Fuck off," Bakugo said, writing down some sort of bullshit some one of the many gas villain fights they had had.

Hisao laughed. "Don't forget that special operations squad is stopping by tonight for the briefing on that psychic villain in Kamino."

Deku was muttering under his breath as he worked out whichever encounter he had picked up from the stack overtaking their desks.

"Yeah, yeah." Bakugo waved him off, and with another laugh, Hisao left them.

It was about an hour later when the room buzzed, indicating there was someone wanting to get into the building. With everyone but Deku and Bakugo gone, Bakugo took the time to stretch his legs and let them in. He made his way to the front entrance hall, where three figured stood just outside the front door.

When he opened the door, they all came inside swiftly. The special operations squad was a three man hero team that specialized in mental-type quirks. They worked exclusively underground and got involved when their quirks would be beneficial. All of their identities were kept secret from the public.

The leader of the squad was someone Bakugo knew well. Shinso from U.A. While some people still remembered his Sports Festival debut, he had mostly fallen into obscurity. And given the nature of his drive and his quirk, he was the perfect candidate to lead the team.

Behind him was a man Bakugo didn't know.

The third member of the squad peeked her head out from behind Shinso, a wide grin on her face.

"Hi, Bakubabe. I heard you needed our help."