This garage was dirty: the floor was dirty, the tools were dirty, hell, even the oh so precious car was dirty. Maybe if that good for nothing dandelion cleaned his car every so often my allergies wouldn't be on fire.
You just popped the hood and took a look at the "car guts". You checked all the fluids, looked at the gas even looked at the engine. Everything seemed to be in at least decent condition. The wiper fluid could be more full but other than that you had seen nothing quite wrong with the car. So what did you decide to do? Go under the car and look of course.
You took the jack out of the trunk and started to crank that sucker up. You also took a hammer out and took a tire off, hitting the little handle so it would spin off, so you could put it under the car for extra protection. You hit your head as you heard someone come in.
"(Y/N)? It's Kirishima. What the hell are you doing?"
"Working on my- Katsuki's car." You slid out from under the car looking like a true mechanic. Your hair was a mess, in a ratty ponytail with baby hairs flying out everywhere, a layer of sweat covering your body, grease on your hands and face and the same clothes you had on yesterday (a AC/DC shirt and some cuffed jeans and a pair of black 'Doc's').
"You look like a major ditz*." You just shrugged.
"Oh hey, could you get Kats in here? Oh also some music, that would be great." Kirishima just chuckled a little bit and left, coming back moments later with Katsuki and a boombox.
"What should I play?"
"Something def*." Kirishima just turned on the radio and left.
"What do you need Gearhead? Can't cha' see I'm busy?"
"When's the last time you changed your oil, I just wanna know."
"What do you mean changed?" You blinked at him for a second trying to comprehend what he just said.
"Like when did you get your oil replaced?"
"Like refilled it to the line?"
"Katsuki, come on, when did you change your oil? It's really not a hard question."
"I've never done that." Again you took a second to comprehend.
"No, like, you took it into the shop and they emptied the oil into a pan and replaced it."
"I didn't know that was something that happened."
"W-...what?"
"I never took it into the shop for that. I just would top off the oil if it got below the line." All you could do is just stand there in pure shock as he said those words.
"You're fucking dumb." Is all you could say, after about a minute. Obviously this car needed new oil. "Where's your oil?"
"Come again?"
"Katsuki, where's your fucking oil! You don't take care of your car, 'shouldn't even have the thing! Take care of your shit before it breaks down like this!" You were pissed, he could tell, but damnit did you look hot when you were pissed.
Your hair was just as wild as your temper, you tore the oil out of his hands with your own greasy ones as he handed to you. You grabbed the ratchet angrily and stomped around mumbling obscene words to yourself. He thought it was cute, you were all mad because of a car.
"Oil filter?" Katsuki just shrugged. You rolled your eyes, quickly looking for any type of oil filter in the dusty garage. You rummaged around until you, luckily, found one covered in dust. Maybe it was an old one Mr. Bakugou had when he owned the car.
You slid under the car and made quick work taking a 14" gage on the ratchet and loosening the bolt. You slid a spare oil pan under the car and unscrewed the bolt when it was loose enough. Then when you felt it was going to come off, you quickly pulled it away and gross, brown, gunk-like oil slowly poured out. Oil was NOT supposed to look like that. You replaced the gasket with a dusty spare you found on the shelves and let the oil slowly drain out. Your scrunched your nose in disgust and slid out from underneath.
"Take better care of your fucking car!" You snapped at Katsuki who was, surprisingly, still there. You took out the oil filter as you waited, which happened to be underneath the car. Then as the last of the oil drained out you wiped the lip and screwed the bolt back in. Then you filled the filter up with the new oil and screwed it back in.
Finally, you wiped off the cap, untwisted it, and filled the engine with oil and you were finished in 15 minutes.
Your shut the hood and lowered the car. "Keys," you held your hand out.
Katsuki dug into his pocket and pulled out a keychain with the car key on it. You jumped into the car and put the key in the ignition. When you twisted it stuttered for a bit and then puttered to life.
"Holy shit." The blonde exclaimed in relief. You rolled your eyes again and turned off the car.
"Change to oil in about 4 straight miles. That's 4 thousand, if you didn't know. And change the oil don't just add more, take it to the shop or something." You jumped out of the car and tossed him the keys. Then smacking a hand to his chest you said, "take care of your shit, wash and wax the damn thing, please."
And with that you walked back into the house to go wipe off your hands.
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Ditz- An unintelligent person
Def- music that sounds good, most commonly used by punk-rockers
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Boom baby, I AM ON TOP OF THIS. Yo so basically I've been watching a crap ton of beastie boys interviews, listening to their music etc. so I have lots of 80's inspiration right now. Also highly recommend Beastie Boys. I Love their music, it takes some getting used to but yea.
Anyway hope u liked the chapter. Ill be back soon hopefully. sorry it was so short.
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