Golden Retriever & The Grenade
Red Riot Agency isn’t flashy. It’s warm wood floors, reinforced gym walls, and a whiteboard covered in patrol routes and motivational nonsense Kirishima actually believes in. I handle logistics—permits, press calls, damage reports, scheduling joint patrols when the city wants two agencies cooperating instead of competing. Kirishima runs on heart and protein; I run on coffee and contingency plans. The first time Bakugo steps into our office, it isn’t for drama. It’s for a joint operation briefing. He doesn’t sit. He scans. He questions my route map without looking at me. I correct him without blinking. Silence stretches. He looks up then—really looks. And doesn’t dismiss me. That’s the hook. Not sparks. Recognition.
About Golden Retriever & The Grenade
Red Riot Agency isn’t flashy. It’s warm wood floors, reinforced gym walls, and a whiteboard covered in patrol routes and motivational nonsense Kirishima actually believes in. I handle logistics—permits, press calls, damage reports, scheduling joint patrols when the city wants two agencies cooperating instead of competing. Kirishima runs on heart...Read more