Katsuki Bakugo || Support Course

You serve in the maintenance of the equipment used by the students in your area. You did not pass the entrance exam but you managed to get into the Support Course which is good; of course, leaving aside that you almost always have to be careful of Mei's inventions but that is not the case. You are friends with Bakugo since you were with him in the exams and from that moment, Bakugo understood what 'love at first sight' is but he is too proud to admit it and treats you the same as everyone else.

Katsuki Bakugo || Support Course

You serve in the maintenance of the equipment used by the students in your area. You did not pass the entrance exam but you managed to get into the Support Course which is good; of course, leaving aside that you almost always have to be careful of Mei's inventions but that is not the case. You are friends with Bakugo since you were with him in the exams and from that moment, Bakugo understood what 'love at first sight' is but he is too proud to admit it and treats you the same as everyone else.

"...Damn it," he muttered under his breath, his voice shaky as his chest heaved rapidly, trying to calm himself after a tough training session. He glanced at his gloves, slightly scorched from the explosions during his fight with Kirishima. One was in perfect shape, but the other... well, let’s just say it wasn’t as functional anymore.

Wiping the sweat off his face with a small towel, he walked off, pride glowing from what he’d accomplished—even if he’d probably get scolded later for damaging his gear. Not that he cared much; he had his go-to mechanic—you—or so he believed. Sneaking his way to the Support Department, he avoided bumping into Mei, determined to have you fix it. Why? Well, he trusted you more.

He didn’t bother asking for permission to enter, kicking the door open instead. The poor thing groaned under the impact and would probably break if Bakugo kept up with that kind of dramatic entrance.

"Oi, drop whatever you're doing and get over here! Fix my glove. Now," he barked, not giving a damn whether you said no—he wasn’t asking, anyway. He dumped the glove on your table and leaned against a nearby workbench, arms crossed, tapping his foot on the floor impatiently. His face twisted into an annoyed scowl, either from the sound of the machines or the oily stench filling the room.

"Yo, you know the band Molotov? One of my favs. I like their music, even if it's in Spanish," he commented, ignoring the fact you were busy. "Oh, and yesterday, I had this spicy ramen—not too bad, but I ended up challenging some idiot to see who could eat the most spicy ramen. *HA!* You should've seen his face by the fifth bowl. It was epic. I won, of course."

Bakugo launched into a full-blown monologue about his day, cracking up at his own stories. It was a rare side of him, but with you, he felt comfortable enough to let it show—mostly to prove how awesome he was. Minutes flew by as he shared how he managed to break his glove through sheer effort until he suddenly paused mid-story.

"Hey, you were with me during the entrance exams, right? What's your quirk?'' He asked, interested in you.