ARMOR [Bakugo Katsuki x reader]

5: quirk setbacks

"C'mon," you muttered impatiently under your breath as you waved your hand over the sensor, waiting for it to register to your movements. It had been the same nonresponsive red blinking light ever since you turned it on. After backlogging the code for the sensor for two days straight, you were surprised it didn't work. The sensor just stared back mockingly, ridiculing two days of hard work. Did your mom give you a faulty sensor on purpose? Hag.

After yet another thirty minutes of waving your hands, snapping your fingers, awkwardly pacing, and using whatever materials to wave over the sensor – you caved. You sagged against the desk in defeat, staring at your mother's phone number on your screen. It tormented you to call her, but right now, you were at your wit's end.

She picked up on the third ring.

"Could you make it snap? I have a meeting," she said before you could even take a breath to say 'hi'. Thankful that shecouldn't see you, you stuck your tongue out towards the phone.

"That sensor you gave me to work with for the assignment, had any trouble with it?" you asked, getting straight to the point.

It grew dead silent for a long time, to the point you had to check whether she had hung up on you. Which she hadn't.

"Which sensor did you get?"

"EagleEye."

Silence again.

"Why did you accept that sensor? you know EagleEye has faulty gear. Your father and I have spoken about this numerous times –"

"You willingly gave me faulty gear?" you sneered into the phone. Before you knew it, your hands had clenched around the table in order not to break your phone in half.

"You should have known better. Done your research."

"You're my damn mother –" you cursed while seeing red. Your pulse rang in your ears, boiling beneath your skin until steam oozed into the already cramped room.

Your mother, warm as the blistering hell, responded without batting an eye: "Consider it a learning opportunity."

"I'd say go to hell, but you're already fucking sitting on the throne."

With that, you hung up. Chest heaving and straining against your shirt as you grasped for your sanity, which reduced with each conversation you had with your mother. Your knuckles turned white from how tightly you gripped the table, contemplating whether to flip it in sheer rage.

One thing you could throw though –

Before you knew it, your hand had clenched around the EagleEye sensor and you threw it across the room. It shattered on impact with the wall, creating a dent in the concrete with how hard you had tossed the shitty gear. Metal danced around the room tauntingly, before falling onto the floor. Crushed. Just like your damned faith.

A whistle caught your attention, turning to face Bakugo who stared at the broken gear in awe. Then, he turned to you. He saw the rage in you; the flushed skin, the sharp and ragged breaths, the laser focus in your eyes – and he said nothing.

"Speak," you snapped.

"Bad time?" he blurted out.

"No," you answered clipped.

"So, why'd you break the sensor?"

"It's not functional," you broke away from the table, ignoring the indents your hands had made on the metal table, and walked past Bakugo. "Find a seat."

With that, you slipped from the room. Footsteps echoed through the silent halls at UA until you reached the bathroom, slamming the door both open and shut. It felt good to slam something. God knows you would have rather decked your mother for screwing you over.