at the todoroki agency holiday gift swap, you end up with a gag gift—a shirtless calendar of the top twelve heroes they did for charity.
it’s plastic-sealed and you don’t dare open it, but it’s incriminating enough on its own. the cover features your very own boss todoroki shouto, his hair slicked back, staring out at you intensely over the most upsettingly mouth-watering set of washboard abs.
you retreat to your office, frantically trying to find somewhere to hide it. it’s too awkward to fit into your tiny trashcan and too large for your filing cabinet so you seize your tape, unroll it by the arm span, and hurriedly secure the calendar to the underside of your desk to get it out of sight.
except, just as you manage it, shouto himself walks in—and the calendar unsticks and falls straight to the floor with an echoing clap.