Curate, connect, and discover
Well. Obviously Reader will never tell Bakugo about [Redacted].. but that doesn't mean [Redacted] won't say anything.
It's not like their relationship is public, and an old guy like him doesn't really do social media anyways.
Maybe he's working with Bakugo, maybe they're just in the same circles, and he spots Reader. Over the years he's gotten.. cocky, brazen. Sees how far he can "joke", just push the boundaries of younger heroes far enough. He's one of the good guys, a few odd jokes won't tarnish his reputation after all.
And who would even pick up on it anyways, when he talks about one of his girls? Maybe he mentions something, some mole or scar or whatever, something no one else could ever know.
But Bakugo is there. He laughs, awkwardly, then it clicks.
Oh.
Oh.
A cocktail napkin and a pen borrowed from a waitress: the hero laughs when Bakugo marches up to him and awkwardly holds them out. His wife is resting her head on his arm as he speaks, watching the room with a zoned out gaze.
"I should be asking for your autograph," the man says to Bakugo, "You're the real hero here. I'm just a retired old geezer."
"You were iconic," Bakugo insists. "I'm just some asshole."
They all share a chuckle with that.
The hero jerks a chin back towards where Bakugo came from, towards your seat in the corner. "That one yours?"
Something about the way he says it sets Bakugo's teeth on edge. Yours. It's odd, because Bakugo considers himself yours, but it feels different when someone else says it. Maybe it was the stress on 'that'- like you're a conquest instead of a lover. When he looks back, you're fiddling with your camera, pretending like you aren't watching the interaction.
"Yeah, guess so," Bakugo shrugs, a bit cool.
The retired hero laughs as he signs the napkin Bakugo had managed to steal from the bar, shaking his head like it means something.
"Be careful with that one," he warns, tone still playful. "She's got some teeth to her."
The whole crowd titters with laughter and Bakugo almost joins in, but he finds that he can't. There's always been a sharpness to you, a cutting edge that he loves to get caught in, but the phrasing catches him up. Some teeth. What does that mean?
By the time Bakugo turns back around, you've vanished into the crowd again, off to trail your client for the night. It's pretty normal for you to disappear, so he tries to ignore it and enjoy the night with his sidekick-
That night, you initiate sex. In the dark, you pull him on top of you and beg for it to be harder and harder, digging your nails into his skin and dragging them down the span of his back. He goes until he's afraid of hurting you and you still demand more, clearly chasing something he can't touch-
But he knows he gets you there when your teeth suddenly close over his shoulder. The pain is piercing, so much so that he reflexively slams his hands into your chest and pushes you away.
"Fuck," he sucks in air between his teeth. "Fuck, you broke skin."
"Sorry," you whisper, voice distant. "I wasn't thinking."