It wasn't every day that they stayed at the agency until dusk. Kamiko sat on the edge of the window sill, gazing at the beautiful purple, mixing into pink, then yellow, then orange, then red at the horizon. It was beautiful.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she wondered when Bakugou will come back from his hero work today. They hadn't said a thing to each other all day, and it was killing her. What does he think of her? Why did he kiss her? Was it just the spur of the moment that caused both their hormones to act up, or does he genuinely like her? The kiss... Oh god he was so good at kissing. Perhaps he had a girlfriend before?

She hasn't been able to focus on her school work or manga either. Each time she tried to sit down and focus on something else, she keeps remembering the kiss. Oh the sweet kiss. Kamiko placed her fingers on her lips. She could almost still feel his lingering heat.

Soon, the sun had completely set, and the moon was out. Kamiko felt a little hungry, but she continued to wait in the empty office. Speaking of empty, Kamiko just realized. Where is everyone?

"They all went home." Bakugou suddenly appeared at the entrance of the office. Kamiko placed her hand over her mouth. She was sure she said it in her head, did she perhaps accidentally say it out loud? She watched Bakugou walk inside. He had taken his gauntlets and his mask off.

"Oh... That's weird. Inazumari-san usually stays until really late," Kamiko replied. Bakugou dropped his gloves on his desk, and stood right before her. Kamiko gulped. She leaned back against the window, but the more she leaned back the more Bakugou leaned in.

"I sent him back," Bakugou whispered.

"W-Why?" Kamiko blurted. Bakugou put both hands on the window sill, on either side of her. She stopped breathing when Bakugou leaned his face close to hers. She didn't dare to even blink.

"You really can't tell?" he breathed.

"I-" She could feel his hot breath against her skin. All of a sudden she lost control of her body, words just started coming out. "I don't want to assume."

"Well what are you assuming?" Bakugou's lips were merely millimeters away. His red orbs half lidded, gazing straight into her silver hues expectantly.

Kamiko gulped. He seemed to be waiting for something, for her answer. "Do you like me?" she asked.

Bakugou smirked. His hand slowly caressed her face, his eyes trickled down to her lips. "I'll leave that up to your assumption." His lips grazed hers teasingly, but he was still waiting for something. "What about you?"

"I like you." The words just came out before she could even think, like he had extracted those words out of her.

Getting the answer he wanted, Bakugou pulled her lips against his. She welcomed his tongue against her own, enjoying the sensation of him dominating her wet cavern. "Mmn." She relaxed into his touch. Bakugou placed his hands below her thighs, lifting her up against the window, wrapping her legs around his waist. Kamiko threw her hands around his neck, running her fingers through his soft yet spiky hair.

Bakugou grunted as he slowly rocked his hips against hers. Kamiko moaned softly against his lips each time she felt him rub against her. "Bakugou... Oh Bakugou..." She whispered his name. Oh god that feels so good!

"Kamiko..." Bakugou pulled away. She panted heavily in attempt to catch her breath. Bakugou pressed his forehead against her. "Kamiko..."

"...hah...hahh... Yeah?" She panted.

"It's time to wake up."

"What?"

Her eyes snapped open to a white ceiling and a bright, unfamiliar room. Where- Oh right... I slept at Bakugou's place last night, Kamiko realized. Suddenly the memories of her dream came pouring into her brain. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! She grabbed the pillow below her and slammed it over her face to mute her scream. What the fucking dipshit Kamiko?! What in the world are you fantasizing?! Stop! Stop! Stop! You pervert! AHHHH! Imagining guys doing guys is one thing but fantasizing a guy doing herself?! Oh my god what is wrong with me?!

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Hey, get up! Breakfast is ready." It was him. Kamiko flipped herself over and grabbed her phone from the bedside table. It was 9:30 a.m on a Saturday. Bakugou was already late for work!

"I-I'm up!" Kamiko literally fell out of bed, tangled in the blankets. She pushed herself to her feet and jumped up and down trying to undo the blanket from her foot. Finally freeing herself, she quickly and messily spread the covers over the bed. It's not as perfect as Bakugou makes it, but neat enough for her. She stumbled across the room and opened the bedroom door. Bakugou stood right outside. He still hadn't changed out of the black tank top and grey shorts he wore to sleep last night, with an apron wrapped around his waist and a spatula in his hand. Fuck he's such husbando material! "S-Sorry! Are you running late?"

Bakugou's eyes narrowed at her messy bed hair and wrinkled clothes. Cute. "Yeah, and who's fault is that?" he said harshly as he turned around. What the fuck am I saying?! "Now hurry up and wash up!" Bakugou stomped back to the kitchen, hiding his blood red face.

Huh? "Oh, okay." Kamiko's eyes widened at how normal Bakugou was behaving. It was as if nothing had happened between them, and that Bakugou had slept on the couch since the beginning. Nothing happened between them. No kiss. No nothing. Was everything last night just a dream? No... No way.

After Kamiko finished brushing her teeth and washing her face, she looked into the mirror and fixed her messy hair. Her face was still a little bit flushed from the memories of last night. She cupped her cheeks with her hands. What the heck Kamiko? Her mind was a complete mess, and she had no idea what to do about these foreign feelings. Should she confront him? But what if Bakugou doesn't want to talk about it? What if it was just an accident? Maybe she should just act like nothing happened, just like Bakugou. "Okay then," she smiled at herself in the mirror. You're a big girl now Kamiko. Act normal. Act normal.

She peaked out of the bathroom door to find Bakugou setting the table with food. The tank top looked really good on him, showing his toned biceps and triceps. She loved how the fabric hugged his body, and that she could vaguely see the defined abs through his shirt. Oh man... Why is he so sexy? Kamiko slapped herself in the face. Stop it! Act normal! She took a deep breath before walking out of the bathroom, a big smile plastered on her face. "Wow! This looks amazing! Did you get up early to go buy the ingredients?" Kamiko exclaimed when she saw the grilled mackerel and miso soup on the table.

"Mn." Bakugou hummed in response. The woman sat herself down at the seat where Bakugou placed half a bowl of rice for her. She doesn't have as much of an appetite in the morning, so Bakugou always scoops less rice for her in the morning than he does for dinner.

"Ittadakima~su!" Kamiko clapped her hands together in thanks before chowing down. As always, Bakugou's food taste amazing, even if it's just the normal traditional Japanese style breakfast. "Mm! As always Bakugou's cooking is just the best!"

Bakugou scanned her face uneasily. She didn't look bothered by what happened last night. That's good. He was scared that she wouldn't speak to him. Maybe she didn't really care about it as much as he thought she'd care. Well, that's to be expected I guess. She draws romance stories, so she must be experienced with this kind of stuff...

The truth is Bakugou didn't get an ounce of sleep last night. He spent the entire night laying on the couch, thinking about Kamiko, wondering if he could continue to guard her like this after what happened between them. Would she let him? She responded to his kiss, so does that mean she liked him? Surely she must like him, especially since her face gets so red whenever he gets too close.

When morning came for him, he hesitated to wake her up early to go to the agency. He had no idea how to face her, especially now that he's sure that he likes her. He likes her a lot. He had no idea why he liked her or what made him like her, but he just does. When he saw that the sun was barely up, the only thing going on in his head was to let her sleep a little more.

He's glad, however, that she's acting the same as usual. Big smile, big appetite. Would it be okay for him to interpret this as her liking the kiss?

"Thank you for the food." Kamiko clapped her hands together when she finished her breakfast, giving thanks to Bakugou as well as the gods. She's not religious, but it was part of their culture. Bakugou got up to collect the dishes. "I-I'll do it!" Kamiko quickly put her hand over his to stop him, but retracted it the moment they touched. She cleared her throat, and said, "I'll do the dishes."

Bakugou put down the things in his hands, and undid his apron. "I'll put your clothes on the bed, get changed when you're done cleaning up," he said before leaving the dining table.

"Right." Kamiko nodded. After Bakugou went to get the laundry, Kamiko let out a deep breath. Oh my heart, she patted her chest, trying to calm down the racing muscle inside.

Bakugou closed the bathroom door behind him. He slowly lifted his hand, the one that she just touched. He ran his hand through his hair as he clicked his tongue. Just what should he do with these feelings? What would she want? The way she immediately retracted her hand just now... Maybe he made a mistake after all. He shouldn't have kissed her. If he didn't kiss her he wouldn't have realized just how amazing her lips tasted, and he wouldn't be craving for more right this instant. I made her uncomfortable, didn't I... He sighed.

After Kamiko cleaned the table and the dishes, she found that Bakugou had already laid her clothes from yesterday on the bed for her to get changed. A soft smile graced her lips as she changed out of the clothes she borrowed and into her white shirt and pink skirt. When she left Bakugou's room, he was already changed into his favorite black skull shirt and baggy army green pants. He was sitting on the couch waiting for her. When he saw her come out of the room, he put his phone in his pocket and got up from the couch.

The two walked to the agency in an awkward silence. Neither dared to speak to each other, or knew what to say to each other.

They arrived at the agency around 11, and Bakugou quickly changed into his hero outfit and took Clearvo out with him on patrol. Meanwhile Kirishima just got back from his morning patrol.

"Hey Iki! What's up?" Kirishima greeted with his big refreshing smile when he saw Kamiko sitting at her desk in the office.

"Hey Kirishima. How was patrol?" Kamiko greeted back.

"Ah, same old," Kirishima said as he took off his face guard. "Hmm? Are you wearing the same thing as yesterday?"

"Oh uh... Yeah! I had to stay over at Bakugou's place last night so I didn't get to change," Kamiko said as she rubbed the back of her neck.

"Oh I see. How was his place?" The red haired hero poured himself a cup of water from the water dispenser.

Kamiko pushed the memories of the kiss out of her mind and tried her best to just focus on his apartment. "Dusty! It was very dusty."

Kirishima leaned against her desk, giving Kamiko his full attention as he spoke. "That sounds awful. You guys must've spent a long time cleaning then." He eyed her with pity.

"Actually it wasn't that bad. My quirk comes in handy in those kind of situations," she replied, relaxing herself into her chair.

At the mentioning of her quirk, Kirishima's brows perked. "Hey I've always been wondering. Have you never thought of becoming a hero? Was it because you always wanted to be a manga artist?"

"Ahaha...yeah, about that..."

Meanwhile Bakugou was out on the streets basking under the blazing sun. He was walking at an incredibly fast pace, but his mind was racing even faster. "S-Senpai slow down!" Clearvo gasped from behind. "What's the rush?"

Bakugou halted. He can't take it anymore. The more he tried to push her out of his mind the more he thinks about her. Her hair, her eyes, her cheeky smile, her lips... Those soft, tasty lips. Fuuck...

"Senpai is something wrong?" Clearvo raised a brow.

"Nothing," Bakugou denied. "Nothing at all."

A/N: Hah! You thought I'd make them get together this soon? You thought wrong! *insert evil laughter* Just curious, any of you flip your table when you realize it was just a dream in the beginning?