ARMOR [Bakugo Katsuki x reader]

4: rough ideas

The next morning, you were pleasantly surprised to not find Bakugo sitting on your chair as you got into the classroom. However, that joy was short-lived as hero students started to flood the room and go to their respective partners – no less than five minutes after classes started. Bakugo sported deep blue bags beneath his eyes, clearly from the lack of sleep. Huh, he values his beauty rest. Who would've thought?

"You look like you slept well," you remarked as you pulled out a chair for him, which he dumped down on like it was his birthright. He stretched out his long legs, slumping in his posture as he sank further into the school uniform which he had yet to wear properly.

"Piss off. Why are you nice?"

"I'm not nice." You raised an eyebrow, before gesturing to the chair you had pulled out to him, "It's common courtesy."

He didn't mind the answer. Which you were grateful for. The less small talk the better, honestly. The more you share the smaller conversations, the easier it will be to slip into regular conversations. You'd rather carve your liver out than have an honest conversation with Bakugo Katuski. Self-preservation's a bitch, right?

"So, what kinda sketches did you start with?"

Right. That's why the hero students are here. From what you overheard, most had started to go over the weaknesses and strengths of each respective hero student's quirk. It was something you and Bakugo had already gone over. So, as you offered the blueprint sketches to Bakugo, he wasn't slow to accept them.

He skimmed over the pages which were basically stick drawings with blocks above them, and notes on the side of which materials could be used. It was useless to envision something from your notes unless they had your brain. Bakugo seemed to come to the same conclusion as he let out a low snort under his breath.

"You call this a sketch, Picasso?" he handed you the blueprints back, to which you shot him a deadpan stare.

"I never proclaimed myself to be a good artist. And it's a rough sketch."

"Yeah, it was rough."

"Piss off."

A smug grin rested on his lips as he shifted on the chair to sit more comfortably. As it was obvious that he didn't share your visualization, you explained to him what you thought about the support items. As he didn't use his gear because it wasn't fast enough, you had focused on items that would enhance his physical disabilities – like protecting his chest and his arm. The more you spoke, the less visible the glow in his eyes became, until he stared at you like he regretted his choice.

"Dude, based off of everything – these are not some bad first sketches."

"No, they're not bad, just fucking boring."

Shock.

"Alright, so what do you want then?"

"My gear," he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. He puffed himself out to try and look more determined. "Just upgrade it or some shit."

"Can't. Strides with the terms of the assignment," you exhaled.

It was truly getting nowhere with Bakugo. No matter what you proposed, Bakugo didn't care. It wasn't what he knew, and he didn't approve. Out of the corner of your eye, movement caught your attention. Aoi's dark hair popped into vision as he slithered away from his workstation to walk over to yours.

"Couldn't help but overhear –"

"Not interested," Bakugo spat, turning his head so he was facing you. The look in his eyes showed an obvious disdain for Aoi, who deflated like a balloon after Bakugo's rejection. However, that didn't stop Aoi from trying to scout Bakugo for the assignment, like the good little attentionwhore he was.