ARMOR [Bakugo Katsuki x reader]

6: promoting theft

"Why haven't you just made your own?"

"Huh?" you shut your locker, leaning against it with an exasperated sigh. Seconds ago you had been ranting to Mei about your mom and her complete disregard for your effort. Because fuck, you were putting in effort to make Bakugo's new support items. You were still debating whether that was a good thing or not. As long as Bakugo didn't look like a kicked puppy, you were somewhat happy.

Mei smiled at your frown, which made you force your expression back into place. She leaned back against the locker while tying the ends of her boiler suit around her waist.

"Make your own sensor," Mei explained, her eyes shining with a wicked glee. "Based on how much back-end coding you already did with EagleEye, it's basically a new patent."

"Huh," you exhaled. She had a fair point. "I'll guess I'll have to borrow some more shit from VFE then."

By borrow – you meant stealing. Having thieving hands that could easily slip something into your pocket was not a bad thing, in this instance. Still, twenty-four hours later, you were fuming. Going back to VFE to borrow items for a new patent for a sensor, didn't exactly trigger your serotonin-neurons.

"Soooo –" Mei dragged out the word, stepping into your personal space. Her yellow eyes looked like radiant neon-sign lights, screaming with intensity: I know I'm onto something. "Why are you putting in so much effort with Bakugo? Did he manage to change your mind when it came to providing gear for heroes? C'mon, tell me!"

That was a good question. It was so good that it was still gnawing at your brainstem during the subway ride to your parents' agency, even as you slipped unnoticed through the front door so you could aim for the lower levels where all the spare components had their home. No one would miss spare components, after all.

The elevator dinged on level -2, and you slipped outside and past the two men who sat with their noses buried in their phones instead of doing inventory. You continued down the halls, absentmindedly chewing at your bottom lip as you glanced over the shelves. In the back of your mind, Mei's questions still sang out loud – like a damn alarm clock.

Coming to a halt by the right shelf, you continued in between the shelves, looking for the right components. Your eyes skimmed labels of every kind, faulty sensors, spare sensors, spare – spare – faulty – oh.

You abruptly stopped, staring at the device with an impressed look on your face. To think your parents had a spare of this. You slipped it out from its box, feeling the weight of the small bead that illuminated the space around you in a crimson hue. Your hand waved above it, watching as the small bead flickered and turned green.

After placing the small bead in your pocket, alongside several other items, you made your way back to the phone nerds.

"Oh, Y/N – your father requested to see you."

"Snitches," you scoffed in return, before stepping into the elevator.

After contemplating pressing level 1 and leaving without saying 'hi' to your father for too long, you pressed the button to the twenty-fifth floor. The elevator jolted, before starting its ascend. You could only imagine what he wanted. Did he see you on the security cameras? Ugh.

The sound of a text chiming in was a saving bell.

BAKUGO: Did you get to steal some cool shit?

YOU: Surprisingly enough, yes.

You decided not to elaborate on the text. It was too geeky for him to understand either way. Most heroes didn't care about the components their gear needed, as long as they got the shit they requested.