i dont need your help; k. bakugou

six

6

hanta s.
7:16

omw down

bakugou is very pissed? i
think he hates me

he doesnt hate u

u dont know that!
u've never met him

ur right but ive messaged him

hes just a big baby if u ask me

right
liked by y/n

bakugou and sero navigated the halls of u.a, and eventually reached the work studio for their favourite (sero's favourite) support course student.

she was sat on a bench, tinkering with a device in hand, that would eventually be stable and could help sero in battles. she looks up when the boys enter and smiles when she sees sero. "hey, took you a minute to get here," she laughed.

"you know i always get lost," sero groans, turning to his friend. "bakugou, this is y/n."

y/n smiles at the boy but he only scowls and chucks a black duffle bag at her. "it's in there."

she frowns and redirects her eyes to sero, who laughs and gives bakugou a pat on the shoulder.

y/n unzips the bag and pulls out the only grenade shaped cuff in there. "wheres the other one?"

"the other one isnt fucking broken so you dont need to go near it." bakugou growls.

sero walks further into the room and lounges on a chair while y/n deals with bakugou and his temper.

trying not to laugh, she stands up and brings the cuff to a table on the right side of the room. she turns to the boy still standing at the door and smiles, "you can come in, you know. you dont have to hover at the door."

he grumbles something before walking in and standing next to the desk she was working at.

after a few minutes of examining it, she faces him. "can you put it on? use it? i want to see what happens."

"it smokes," bakugou says.

"but where from?" she presses, annoyed at his lack of any thorough explanation 

"from the fucking inside." he snaps.

"so...your sweat is getting stored in the wrong place?" she asks, trying to figure it out.

"i dont fucking know, do i?" he snaps and they could both hear sero trying not to laugh.

"why else would it smoke? it might be burning your sweat."

bakugou groans and y/n decides she doesnt need his attitude. "can you sit over there?"

after some swearing, he obliges and goes to sit on one of the other chairs in the room. for 13 minutes, she tightens, and loosens, and retightens everything, adding in an extra panel to ensure his sweat stays in the assigned space for it. "bakugou, can you come try it now? i dont know if that worked." she asks and he gets up, annoyed, walking over.

he puts the cuff on and tries it out. and it doesnt smoke. "oh! great. okay, hanta, whats wrong with yours?" she asks, packing away the scraps from the table.

sero gets up and walks over to them, "say thank you, bakugou," he smiles, nudging his friend in the side.

"dont fucking tell me what to do." bakugou snaps and puts the cuff back in the bag.

"its fine," she says to sero, smiling. "i bet izu never gets a thanks, either." they both laugh and bakugou storms out.

as soon as he leaves, y/n's phone dings. she picks it up to check the notification and its a message from bakugou. looking up at sero, she laughs and opens it.

bakugou (mina's friend)
7:41

thanks

no problem

putting the phone down, y/n turns back to sero. "so, what is it this time," she sighs and sero laughs.

"nothing serious. one of the shoulder things are cracked." he hands it over and y/n places it on the table.

"shoulder things?" she shakes her head. "you're never going to use the proper words, are you?"

"nope" he smiles.