ARMOR [Bakugo Katsuki x reader]

7: shitty gear

Much to your dismay, your weekend plans got ruined. Said plans were to relax, keep your feet up on the desk while you tinkered with the new sensor for Bakugo's new gear. Now, you were forced to listen to the shitty pop music coming from three doors down. Aoi had conveniently decided that he was going to tinker too – probably just to piss you off. Guess that happens when someone has more money than braincells.

Not even noise cancelling headphones nor keeping the music at the highest point could salvage your peace. With each thump of the oddly placed remix bass you could feel, your teeth gritted together in annoyance. Especially because said shitty ass bass, made the teeny tiny sensor jolt on the table. It was no bigger than the pad of your pinky, and it required some peace to tinker with it. Focus too. Neither was to be found.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck sake.

"If I had known the supply nerds played this much shitty music, I would have not showed up," Bakugo's grunt filled the air. You turned on your chair, surprised at his presence. He hadn't mentioned that he was going to show up. Let alone in his hero gear.

"What? You don't like remixes?" you asked with a crooked grin, "It's the same drop for every damn song for me."

"Same," he grunted. "Like my music with a little more ... composition."

"Weird way to say that you only listen to classical music."

"Eat shit."

You chuckled as you looked back to the sensor in your hand, before placing it onto the table. It jolted to the sudden drop, and the walls shook obnoxiously with every beat of the bass.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" you asked, spinning your chair around to face Bakugo. He had raised his eyebrows unamused at the loud music, two seconds away from rubbing at his ears. He didn't respond right away, before he unclasped the gauntlet at his wrist and handed it to you.

"Fix it."

You raised your eyebrows without accepting the gauntlet. Bakugo tilted his head back with a loud groan that was barely audible over the music.

"Please."

A pleased hum left the back of your throat as you accepted the gauntlet, "That was very submissive of you, Bakugo."

"I'll kill you."

"And you'll have no one to fix your shitty gear," you hummed.

"Stop calling my gear shitty."

"If it wasn't shitty – you wouldn't need me to fix it."

You looked inside the gauntlet, to the intricate ways it collected and stored the sweat from his palms. He didn't need to say what needed to be fixed, it took you a solid twenty seconds to realize what it was.

"How fast do you need it done?"

"Patrol starts in an hour," he grumbled as he nudged your feet off the second chair by your desk so he could sit down. He stretched his legs out, hooking your ankles beneath his foot so you could still keep your legs up. Guess he felt somewhat guilty about stealing your feets resting spot, so he became your personal ottoman.

"Ah," you nodded as you leaned over the desk to measure out a few screws you had laying around. "It won't take that long. It's just a screw that has broken. Melted probably."

Funny thing was, he wouldn't have needed to come all the way to the supply department to get it fixed. Power Loader kept screws and whatnot at the third level at UA, so he could have easily gotten it fixed there. You decided not to comment on it, and instead swapped out the broken screw. It took a whole five minutes in total for a ten minute walk back to the Hero Dorms.