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“YO, GAUNTLETS! ON YOUR LEFT! Gangway or sick bay!”
Katsuki whipped around as he heard the call-out, trying to figure out exactly which fuckin’ extra had the audacity not to use his name. His scarlet eyes fell on you, narrowing as you blew past him to vault and sprinted to Denki, who crouched down, lacing his fingers to create a space for you to step before launching you as high as possible into the air. You twisted your body in the air, rapidly scanning your surroundings, your hi-tech visor rapidly pinging targets as you flew.
“Four enemies spotted inbound, two of them coming in hot on the left, one coming in behind Gauntlets, and another seems to have a civilian hostage of unknown age but is coming in on your right. Descending now!”, the information from your visor transmitted down to Denki’s rapidly as you entered freefall, and he caught you effortlessly.
“And Syncopate sticks the landing with the assist of the ahhh-mazing Chargebolt!”
“Not the time, Denks,” you whip around to face the hero you blew past earlier, “Gauntlets, check your six!”
Katsuki whipped around and delivered an explosive uppercut to the goon behind him, launching him into what was likely controlled airspace.
You smirked, “Nice shot!”
He looked over his shoulder at you, “My name isn’t Gaun—”
“Obviously not, but I don’t care what it is right now,” Katsuki looked as if he’d been slapped across the face, and you continued, “There is a fuckin’ battle happening and one of these Trigger junkies has a hostage! Fix that stupid look on your face and get your head in the game you fuckin’ stanchion!”
You turned in time to see Denki contending with the two enemies approaching on the left and locked onto a nearby hydrant, casting a pointed glare at the hero who looked ready to explode, “You’re mad at me, pretty boy? Good. Prove you’re useful and take it out on that hydrant. Maybe that’ll remind you how your quirk works and light a fire under your ass.”
Katsuki glanced at it and sent a precision shot towards it, destroying it and sending water cascading around you all. You radioed your plan to Denki, who hastily agreed, and you took off in his direction.
“Boom boy, find the hostage! We got it here!”
He felt glued to the spot as he watched you launch yourself onto Denki’s back and press the pointer and middle fingers of both hands to his temples, “Ready, Sparky Boy?”
“As always, Zappy Girl.”
You channeled your quirk through your fingers and into his temples, increasing his power and voltage resistance limit. You looked over your shoulder and saw the exploding hero still standing there stupidly and covered in water.
“GET OUT OF THE IMPACT ZONE BEFORE WE ZAP THAT STUPID LOOK OFF OF YOUR FACE!" you shouted, voice slightly panicked, "FIND DRY LAND, NOT ON TOP OF A BUILDING, NOW!”
Your words seemed to break his trance and he blindly launched himself out of the way and into a nearby park, landing in a dry sandbox. You sighed in relief as Denki went off, downing the approaching enemies. You hopped off his shoulders and sprinted towards the remaining enemy with a hostage, passing the time bomb as you went.
“You gonna come save a hostage or not, stanchion?”
***
You put your bright yellow visor on the skittish little boy, smoothing his cinnamon hair. You'd gained his trust by showing him a trick with your quirk, arcing electricity from finger to finger like a bunny before asking if he’d like to try. You knelt behind him and made sure both of your feet were firmly on dry ground before gently grabbing his wrists and pressing your pointer and middle fingers to the sides of both his hands. Using yourself as a grounding point as you sent the spark up his arm and across his fingers, sending him giggling at the tickle and his tears finally drying.
Now, you cradled him in your lap and hummed sweetly, rocking gently as he gazed at your visor’s demo settings, mesmerizing him. Shoto and Denki went to approach the two of you and you shook your head no, then asked the little boy if he wanted to watch cartoons on the visor. He squealed happily as you used your watch to recalibrate it to a popular kids’ cartoon in the area, eventually relaxing back into you as you rocked him, thumb in his mouth. You asked him a few test questions like his age (he held up four fingers, and you high fived him for it), where he was from (he stumbled over Saitama Prefecture), and who his favorite hero was (A name you didn't recognize) before moving on to more pressing questions, setting up your visor to record the conversation.
“Hey there pumpkin, do you know where your mommy or daddy are?”
He looked up at you with bright blue eyes, shaking his head no.
“Do you know your address?”
Denki and Shoto looked on as you continued to ask the child about the incident, as gently as possible, praising him for answering you and ensuring he knew he wasn’t in trouble if he couldn’t answer. The conversation transmitted from your headset to both of theirs.
“(Y/N) is great with kids, isn’t she, Shoto?”
“Very, it was a strong reason she was hired. Did you know the trick she does with the lightning is called ‘Bunny Bolt’? It was on her resume.”
Denki pouted, “She never taught me how to do it...or that it has a name.”
“I wouldn’t teach you either, your power is…less subtle.”
Denki pouted dramatically, and the thudding of boots let them know Katsuki had finally decided to reappear after giving the police a report. Denki smiled back at him, “Hey, Kats! Wanna hear something cool?”
He nodded his head towards the child in your lap, “(Y/N) is currently interviewing that child and asked who his favorite hero was. Wanna guess the answer?”
“I don’t know, Deku? Why should I c--”
“Dynamight.”
Katsuki couldn’t fight the shit eating grin on his face as he changed radio channels to listen in, “What can I say, little dude has good taste!”
His voice carried on the wind and the child’s eyes snapped up as he squealed. Katsuki watched your eyes narrow at him and roll before returning attention to the child with a much softer look, voice coming through the radio.
Y/N: Who’s that, pumpkin?
DYNAMIGHT!
You looked up at them for a fact check and Denki snorted before nodding and giving a thumbs up. You looked puzzled and alarmed, and Shoto responded via radio to confirm that no, Dynamight was not accustomed to children and usually terrified them.
Denki giggled, “She wasn’t kidding when she said she had no clue who you are.”
“I will wait until that child isn’t looking and quite literally blow your fucking mind if you don’t shut up right now, you glorified charging station.”
Y/N: That sure is Dynamight! Good eye!
Katsuki tried to ignore the pleasant spark in his brain that came from hearing you gently coo his hero name into the child’s ear, and Denki fought back a smirk as he watched Katsuki's cheeks flush pink.
Y/N: How would you like to meet him?
The child’s excited squeal spiked the mic and both Denki and Katsuki looked at each other in alarm. Shoto shrugged and beckoned them forward, “Well, you do need to work on your skills when interacting with kids.”
You picked the child up and put him on your hip, looking directly at Katsuki and gesturing at him to follow what you were doing before walking towards the trio. Katsuki didn’t protest, knowing this was not up for debate from your expression and realizing he did need to work on his skills with kids.
You tapped your wrists subtly, and he carefully removed his gauntlets and set them aside, noting how you were holding and carrying the child. The little boy squirmed in your arms and you squatted to put him down, Katsuki mimicking your squat. You let the child go and put your hands forward as if picking him up, and Katuski mirrored, the child running directly into his hands. He stood up and put the child on his hip, the little boy squealing joyfully as Katsuki bounced him up to sit on top of his utility belt like a seat. You gave him a thumbs up, and he smiled at the child.
“Hey there little dude, heard you got good taste in heroes!”
***
“Where the fuck is he?!”
Katsuki turned away from his locker, trying to figure out what was causing the commotion outside. Normally, he was the one responsible for high volume office antics, but this time the yelling sounded feminine and he felt sorry for whatever poor fuck would be on the business end of that kind of fury.
“Calm dow—”
“I will short circuit you if you don’t get out of my goddamn way.”
Denki let out a scream that could give Eri a run for her money as the locker room door flew open with a loud crash, chaos spilling into the locker room. Katsuki saw a black and yellow streak come charging towards him then grunted as your boot made contact with the center of his bare chest and slammed him into the wall of lockers, your other foot firmly planted on the bench to make up for the height variance.
Well, shit. Turns out he’s the poor fuck.
“What the hell?” he spat, one large hand wrapping around your ankle.
You pressed your boot in harder, “Hey there, Gauntlets, maybe the next time I tell you to get the fuck out of the way, you listen the first time.”
Katsuki knocked your foot off his chest, and you rested your ankle atop his shoulder instead, never breaking eye contact.
“Who the fuck do you think you a—”
“(F/N) (L/N) is who the fuck I am, Dynamight, or you can call me Syncopate.”
His grimace deepened when you sarcastically emphasized his hero name, and he scoffed, “The name’s Katsuki Bakugo, and I’m the number tw—”
You scoffed, “I don’t give a shit about your hero ranking, Boom Boy. Maybe focus less on bragging rights and more on situational awareness.” You removed your leg from his shoulder, “You could have fucking died, you vapid, self-centered reprobate!”
“You’ve got a lot of nerve for some fucking new hire. I had it covered, it’s not like I’ve never been hit with Sparky’s quirk before.”
You bit back the urge to start yelling again, “No, what you had was a hero suit covered in water while you stood in a puddle with a stupid ass expression on your face, and as far as me being a new hire goes, I’ve been here for a whopping two weeks and I can already tell you’re the most reckless fuck here. How could you possibly have had that kind of situation covered with critical information missing? Do you even know what my quirk does?”
Katsuki opened his mouth to answer, and you scowled, “Shut the fuck up, that was a rhetorical question. I know that you don’t. The answer is that I control electrical impulses, making them stronger or weaker as needed. When I told you to clear out, it’s because I was boosting Denki’s output ten fucking fold, so you absolutely did not have it covered. That is why I’m a mile high fucking fire right now.”
Katsuki’s mouth remained open for a moment, then snapped shut. He scoffed at you, looking away.
You grabbed his chin to force him to look you in the eye, leaning your face dangerously close to his before whispering, “I don’t know who hyped your head up, but if you can’t work in a team then you ain’t shit to be impressed with, Katsuki.” You drew out his name by syllable, hissing the “s” in his name, “My respect is earned, not given, and I meant it when I told you ‘gangway or sick bay’. Next time I won’t stop you from stupidly choosing sick bay. Number two hero? My fucking ass.”
You sent a brief zap into his jaw and released him, leaving him pressed against the lockers and sauntering off.
Right as you got to the door, you stopped for a moment, "Oh, and by the way? Kids look good on you. Maybe if you were less of a phallus, you'd have a couple."
He stood stock-still as Eri appeared in the doorway and cleared her throat, the teen shaking her swear jar at you.
“What’s my damage, sparkle?”
“Uh…fifteen dollars. I think. What’s a reprobate?”
“Not a swear word, even though it feels like it should be one,” you quipped, “But for educational purposes, it’s someone who causes problems, usually on purpose.”
“Fourteen dollars, then.” You two headed out of the locker room while debating whether damn should count towards the swear jar while Denki carefully poked his head around the corner, “You…uh…you good, Kats?”
“Well, I’m not dead, but I do have a boner so…that’s fuckin’ new.”
“I heard that, Gauntlets!” you called back from up the hall, “Don’t make it weird!”