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Gift for leviyaperman: Katsuki isn’t sure what he did wrong today but surely he fucked up somewhere to end up in a situation like this. This being him and his boss in an elevator. Stuck. (ShinBaku, MHA)
Fuck you, Fuck me, Fuck it, Fuck today!
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tags: potty mouth company employee katsuki, composed CEO shinsou, sweat everywhere, stuck in an elevator, explicit (this post is M), undressing slowly
note: this was written as part of a gotcha 4 gaza. if you like mha the mha gotcha 4 gaza ( @myheroacademia-action ) is still taking donations (but may not be for too much longer) so get those donations and requests in soon!
i may or may not be doing more fics for this gotcha but if something keeps me up for days like this request... (hehehe)
p.s: i also used this post ( by @rarepairgremlin ) as inspiration for the title (and katsuki, hehe)
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Katsuki isn’t sure what he did wrong today but surely he fucked up somewhere to end up in a situation like this. This being him and his boss in an elevator. Stuck.
His day had started like any other day: wake up, go for a run, shower, and have breakfast. The only difference today had been the time he left his house. His department had gotten a new recruit this month and Katsuki had been saddled with his clumsy ass. While most of his mistakes had been simple things like making extra copies or stapling things incorrectly, the day before he’d really messed up. Deleting files messed up. And with Katsuki as the kid’s team leader, he’d had to clean up (and redo) all their hard work.
Hard work that had taken them a month to do.
Hard work that he had to redo in just a few days or risk losing contracts.
That’s why he’d stayed late at the office the night before and come in early today. Early enough to walk into the elevator, turn around, and see his boss with his raised hand, asking him to hold the elevator. And Katsuki knew his place. He held the elevator doors open with a grunt.
And now here they were. Stuck somewhere between the seventh and eighth floor.
He grinds his teeth and his boss raises a brow, amused. Katsuki thinks that if he lets the work pile up on him, he’ll start to look like him. All frazzled and tired and looking like some mad scientist. An attractive mad scientist…
He bangs his fist against the elevator wall and growls out (very disrespectfully), “All this money and you can’t even make sure everything works properly?!”
It’s been at least 30 minutes since they called in the problem, but the mechanical voice of the receptionist had been unhurried, Remember proper protocol. Do not try to open the doors or climb out of the lift. We have already called for help. Please wait for further instructions.
Which, shit, what’s the point of the help button if the receptionist has to call someone else for help too!
His boss smiles, “I didn’t think I had to explain the power of nature to you, Bakugou. Or did you forget we’re in the middle of typhoon season?”
Typhoon season. Possibly the worst season of the year. And no, Katsuki didn’t forget. It was hard to forget when the humidity burrowed its way between the space of his skin and clothes, making everything feel two sizes smaller, and activated pores he knew he didn’t have half the year.
And this was his other problem. It would have been fine if they’d been stuck in say, December, but now? He could feel his sweat building up in his pits and back.
His boss looks down at his phone and speaks absentmindedly. He’d taken off his suit jacket after he’d made the call and it was folded neatly over his briefcase, which was flat on the floor, “The light is still on and we were able to call for help, so it’s not a matter of a power outage…”
Which meant…
Katsuki’s voice was slightly strained when he said, “Something must have malfunctioned with the rain last night. They’ll have to call Elecplant and Izumo Tech.”
He gets a nod as confirmation.
“Fuck me,” he mumbles, “I’m never going to get anything done today.”
His boss loosens his tie with an amused smile, “Not exactly the words I’d use but yes, we’ll likely be here for a while.”
Katsuki scowls, “Fuck you. I’m not watching my tongue in this situation.” He pauses, then asks, “I’m getting paid for this, right?” Because it’s not Katsuki’s fault they’re stuck there.
“Yes, though I’d suggest you decide who is getting fucked.”
Katsuki blinks. His boss’s voice sounds a bit strained when he says fucked but did he… “Did you just…make a joke?”
It could be the heat or embarrassment, but Katsuki notices the redness in his boss’s face. He wipes his own face with his sleeve and grimaces. They’re both wearing white button-ups.
His boss shrugs, leaning back against his side of the elevator. Katsuki mimics his posture and smirks, “You know…I could report you for sexual harassment.”
“I believe you started it.”
And Katsuki laughs. He unbuttons his shirt as well, “Are we pointing fingers now?”
“There isn’t much else we can do, is there?”
He leaves the question hanging and it must be the stress of so many problems piling up, but Katsuki’s mind wanders when he looks at his boss. He licks his lips and watches the way his eyes follow his tongue.
I can think of a few things, is left unsaid between them.
.
.
By the hour mark Katsuki has already unbuttoned his shirt and his tank top is a mess of sweat. He takes it off but instead of making him feel better, he feels even more uncomfortably sticky. The air is thick. His boss checks his watch and makes an annoyed sound.
“How are you feeling?”
Katsuki growls, “How the fuck do you think I feel? Like I’m in a damn sauna! Fuck today! I should have called in sick!”
His boss laughs. He’s unbuttoned his own top as well, but only about halfway down his chest. He’s also pushed up his sleeves because (as the CEO) he needs to keep up appearances.
“I always thought you were the diligent type,” he says.
Katsuki scoffs, “I am. My whole department would fall apart without me.”
His boss is quiet for a moment and then says, his voice a mumble, “I can see why.”
And Katsuki likes it. The way his boss looks him over with approval.
.
.
Two hours.
They stay glued to their respective sides for that long. It also takes Katsuki that long to decide that he doesn’t care about the camera in the elevator. He unbuckles his belt and pulls off his pants, “Fuck it!”
His boss chokes, “What are you- Don’t tell me you’re- Why? ”
And it’s only once he’s removed his stupid pants that he feels slightly better. But looking at his boss still in his button-up (now completely unbuttoned) is making him feel bothered.
He smirks, “Getting shy on me? We’re both guys, you know what this is.”
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