Returning to the agency later than normal the duo was finally finished their patrol. Sweat and soot covered both bodies. Sakaki was rolling her right shoulder wincing slightly at the new pain that shot through her. She had collided with a wall fairly hard while fighting a stupid purse snatcher. The action had been a stupid mistake on her part, and of course after that Bakugou was up her ass about the mistake. Refusing to let her engage in the next villain encounter on their patrol. Which had pissed her off and as such they argued while fighting villains and there may have been another close call had Bakugou not nailed the villain with a little more power than was needed. And the villain was close enough to her that she caught the tail end of his explosion. Causing dusty and a little soot to gather around where her mask sat around her face but otherwise she was mostly fine, though it's not like she would admit if she wasn't anyways. So now with it pulled down to rest along her neck she had a line following the outline on her face where clean skin hidden under the mask met the dirty skin from the fighting.

The two were oddly silent as they walked into the agency forcing the beta woman sitting behind the front desk to arch an eyebrow though neither of them seemed to be paying her any attention. Sakaki was tired of arguing with the blonde and knew if she opened her mouth again it would only respark the arguing and temper from earlier as the two already had their screaming match during their patrol. And Bakugou stomping around like a pissed off toddler had quickly grown exhausting to deal with.

Silently she headed for the locker room wanting nothing more than to shower and throw on comfortable clothes before having to turn what little energy she had left to the paperwork awaiting her. Parting ways with Bakugou had a sigh of relief escape her as she walked into the private female locker room. The man was more hot and cold than Todoroki's quirk was.

One minute the two actually seemed to be able to hold a decent slightly civil conversation, then the next the two seemed at each other's throats. It was exhausting and yet she never backed down either. Which just seemed to irritate the blonde man even more. It was confusing to say the least. Then there was the fact the two had spent a number of days being far more intimate than they should have ever been. At first she had thought that maybe there was something between them. But then after today's patrol she wasn't sure. He treated her like some no name extra as he did everyone else.

Fearing that the last week had been a mistake it made her omega incredibly sad. She quickly blamed her annoying omega instincts for her feelings as she felt the cloud of doubt and self loathing hanging over her shoulders. Showering swiftly she tossed on some shorts and a sports bra before walking out of the locker room and heading towards the one room she knew for sure had some workout equipment. Stepping into the large gym-like training room it was almost nostalgic remembering how just two weeks ago she had walked into this room and came face to face with Bakugou for the first time in at least seven years.

It seems though even seven years since graduation the blonde was still an annoyingly, self centred idiot. She had worked so hard to avoid him back in high school for this exact reason. He would never notice or return any feelings she had for him. And that just filled her with a new rage and irritation at herself as she walked over towards a punching bag. She knew she should have wrapped her hands to keep from injuring herself. But in that moment of pigheadedness she didn't. Instead she turned this array of emotion into punches aimed at the poor punching bag that had never done a thing to her.

The pain in her body was non-existent as she let her emotions take the form of her fist colliding with the bag. The pain in her knuckles was ignored like everything else as she wailed on the bag. Being able to take out her frustration had been soothing and eventually relaxing as her breathing was heavy, sweat ran down her spine. She stopped her attack on the bag to wipe the sweat from her brow but she paused as she raised her right hand moved up and froze it in front of her face. She sighed softly at the notice of a bit of blood from the split skin. Well seemed that was done for the time being as she stopped to clean the blood off the bag. She didn't care about her hands. Instead she still felt too restless to leave yet. So instead she turned her attention to the treadmill as she walked over and quickly broke out into a swift jog.

Of course just as things seemed to start to become peaceful, that peace was shattered as the door to the training room was ripped open and an all too familiar set of blonde locks was visible. Maybe it was childish but she ignored him and silently hoped he would go away. Of course she couldn't catch a break as the blonde made his way towards her. Even as he walked up to stand beside the treadmill with his arms crossed over his chest she continued to look ahead of her and run. She refused to allow her eyes to drift over towards him as he now wore a dark t-shirt that clung to his body in a way that should be illegal.

"Okay! Dumbass what the hell are you doing?" Was the booming voice that broke what had been such a peaceful silence.

"What does it look like? I'm working out," She said simply not stopping her running nor even turning her attention over to him as she listened to him snarl as that was apparently not the answer he had wanted.

"I can see that moron. No, what the hell are you doing stinking up my agency," was the elaboration she received which did the job and had her arch an eyebrow and look over at him before a quick glance at her wrists told her that after her quick shower she had forgotten to put her scent blockers back on. Her inner turmoil was being broadcasted wide and far to everyone probably in the building. Slamming her hand down on the stop button the machine jolted to a stop.

"What ever I'll go out some scent blockers on and spray a little scent remover in the air and your agency will stink of alpha real fast again," she growled back at him as her own snarl seemed to escape her as she turned to glare at him before stepping off the treadmill. Of course a large hand was quick to wrap around her arm preventing her from being able to run off.

"What the hell crawled up your ass during patrol?" He asked recalling how much more relaxed she was this morning but now her sour scent was driving him nuts. He felt the need to sooth the omega in front of him.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe being pushed to the side lines every time we come across a villain is quickly getting irritating. We are both pro hero's, there's no reason for you to take on every villain while I'm standing beside you. I know how to be a hero so stop telling me to stand back and just help civilians or do nothing," she growled at him as she turned on him getting into his face. And for once the tall blonde was speechless as he wasn't sure what to say to her that would soothe her. Between his need to be the best and the need to protect her he had been trying to keep her away from the fighting. He should have known she would lash out at that. Now how to fix the issue?

"What are you bitching about, you never listen even when I tell you to stay out of my way. You know what fine just do whatever you want," he growled at her with teeth bared as she quickly mirrored the action. Okay that was not the best way to be handling this situation but the words were out his mouth before he could stop himself.

"Fine. Then I'm working the graveyard shift from now on. I will be patrolling at night, and I will either work alone or with a partner of my choice," she growled at him fully expecting him to blow up and that was what he did as she watched his face grow red.

"Hell no. You're not patrolling alone," he blew up yelling at her.

"Then I'll pick a partner of my choice to patrol with but it damn well will not be you," she growled, reaching up to poke a finger into his chest. Had he not been so pissed off he probably would have been hurt, hell his chest still tightened as she said she wouldn't patrol with him any more.

"Fine!" Was the single word he had been able to growl out before ripping his hand away from her arm letting go of the woman that was standing in front of him. Though he was not at all happy as he tried to take some deep breaths and not blow up any of the equipment in his training room.

He truly wanted to keep yelling at her, but clearly the two were more likely to try and claw each other's throat out as the arguing continued. Oddly enough the blonde was actually being the bigger person and had shut his mouth. Had she not been so angry she would have been surprised. But at that moment she could only focus on how upset and irritated she was at him trying to keep her from doing what she did best.

Was it the stress of her early heat? The feeling that the media was now looking for her? Maybe her sour mood was linked to the fact that she wanted to drag Bakugou back home with her and cuddle up against him. She expected with the way he nearly ran out of her home once her heat and his rut was done he must have had no desire to return. Why did it upset her that he had not stayed longer? Or that he would not come back with her. Her bed would be cold and empty. Nothing but pillows waited. No warm smoky scent to fill her nose as she burrows her face into his chest.

As he let go of her she forced her body to take a step back and away from him. No matter how badly she wanted to throw herself into his arms. Maybe getting on a different shift away from him was a good idea. She needed to distance herself till she could get her mind sorted out and her thoughts and feelings in order.

With that she turned and nearly ran from the training room. First stop, the front desk.

"Whoever is working the late shift now has me joining them starting tonight," she barked at the poor receptionist. Sakaki was going to owe the woman a warm coffee after the end of her night shift as an apology for her attitude.

"Huh oh okay well Archaic is working 10pm till 6am," she listed off thinking over it before adding in Kirishima's time is 1pm till 9pm now that Dynamite is back to 7am till 1pm. Kirishima is patrolling alone. He could use the assistance more," the woman said, trying to keep the omega from working the dangerous hours with the less than top ten pro that worked the overnight hours.

"Let Archaic know I'll be joining him for tonight's patrol," she said simply as she pushed off the desk and was ready to turn around and head back to the locker room wanting to shower and get her scent blockers back on. She didn't like being such an open book to anyone with a nose in that moment.

"Huh? But you already did a patrol today. That will clock you in over twenty four hours," the receptionist called out as the dark haired woman turned around, not stopping in her beeline for the locker room.

"Perfect," she yelled back before throwing open the door to the locker room heading straight towards the small little showers. She didn't even care if she would be stuck reusing her still wet towel from earlier. She stripped down and jumped into the shower to wash away her scent and then throw on some scent patches as soon as she stepped out.

Though she had no desire to leave the locker room knowing that Bakugou was still hanging around the agency. It also didn't make sense to head home only to come back in a couple of hours. No instead to try and soothe herself she emptied all of the dry clothes from her locker, lol tied to find the best corner in the locker room as possible which was a corner where the lockers didn't go all the way down the wall and into the corner and she throw her clothes onto the floor before quickly kneeling down to rearrange them the best she could. It was not great, it wasn't anywhere close to comfortable. But her instincts screamed at her to nest during this stressful time.

Had she completely meant everything she said to Bakugou? No? So why did she say it? She was sick and tired of feeling like he treated her like an idiot at work. He wasn't nearly as bad outside of work. But still she did not enjoy being treated like she didn't know how to do her job. She had completely missed the fact that he was trying to keep her out of danger so he could keep her safe. Instead she wondered if he thought she was useless? That made her both sad and irritated. Tucking her knees into her chest she curled herself into her makeshift nest and tried to take deep breaths and stop her mind from thinking. She needed to nap if she was going to have any hope in hell of surviving the night shift with no sleep.

No one disturbed her during her attempt at a nap, though she wasn't sure anyone had even entered the locker room. Though she knew there were at least two female sidekicks working for the agency. Whatever the reasons, Sakaki was still thankful no one had stumbled upon her and her makeshift nest while she was attempting to sleep. As for the nap, well it really had not been much of a nap as it had been laying there in a near sleep state but her mind still refused to shut off even as it felt like she had come and gone from being fully concussion.

Though hearing the alarm she set on her phone go off she groaned softly unwilling to move her incredibly stiff body. The injury to her shoulder aches when she moves it, she never even noticed the dark bruising earlier though she never bothered to look for any either. Then the pain in her legs screamed at her as she forced herself to her feet. Running on the treadmill and then curling up into a tight ball had been a horrible idea without doing a proper cool down.

Slower than she wanted to be she forced her body to move as she slipped her custom back on. She paused for a second at the lingering scent of Bakugou that clung to the fabric from that morning before she forced herself to clean up her makeshift nest and cram the clothes back into her locker. Brushing her messy long hair into a ponytail she forced her body to move as she left the locker room to spot a man standing there waiting. He looked a little bit older than her, probably in his early thirties. And the smell of alpha clung to him, though that wasn't surprising a large chunk of heroes and sidekicks were alphas. Betas were a smaller chunk, and omegas like her were a rarity. Making up even less than 1% of active heroes and sidekicks.

Pulling her mask up her face she was quick to block out the disgusting scent of alpha as she walked towards the man. Pushing away all her worries and her natural instincts she steeled herself for the patrol to come.

"Archaic I assume?" She asked as she approached the dark haired man as he pushed his glasses up his nose and gave a bit of his head. He almost reminded her of Iida though his face was more rounded and maybe a bit shorter than she recalled the former classmate being.

"Yes. And I assume your Pandora?" He asked as she watched his eyes roam over the skin tight suit she was wearing.

"Yes. So your patrol route? Where do you typically go?" She asked glancing over at the front desk to notice that the female beta was now replaced with a middle aged man. She couldn't smell him from her spot away from the desk. So he was either beta or wore scent blockers.

"Dealing with night patrols I stick around the busy bars. Drunks tend to be the biggest amount of calls during the early hours of the mornings. Even during weekdays," he said as the duo turned and started to walk out of the building. That sounded about right, she dealt with her fair share of drunks on night shifts.

"Alright sounds like a typical night patrol," she said with a nod of her head as she followed the man out of the agency and started down the sidewalk. The thought of getting back to something that felt so familiar was a nice and welcoming feeling, it helped bring a little pep into her step. Though she ensured as she walked beside the man ensuring she remained well out of his arms reach. He may have been a fellow hero. But he was still an alpha and a stranger at that as well. She couldn't deny her instincts screamed at her to stay away and be careful. But she always felt that way when she was around a strange alpha. And yet her mind ached for Katsuki and his company. Sure she had been on edge during her earlier patrol. But still the blonde provided an odd sense of comfort, one she didn't realize until she was walking down the street with this stranger.

This patrol was going to be both exciting and stressful in an all new way for the dark haired woman.