Mystic

Chapter 6

As Bakugou stood in front of Hatsume, the reality of the repair timeline sank in.

"So you're saying it's gonna take a whole two months to fix?" he groaned, exasperation clear in his voice.

"Probably even more." Hatsume shrugged, not even looking up as she rummaged through a pile of parts. "I've got a whole list of orders from other classes, too." Finally finding what she needed, she slapped a paper into his hand with a triumphant grin. "But here's the idea I have for your gauntlets!"

He glanced down at the sketch, brows furrowing in irritation. "What the hell? I just came to you today." He studied the paper, his scowl deepening. "And this isn't even the same design!"

"Hey, you came to the best, so it's my call!" Hatsume winked. "Either you use one of my babies, or you can forget about me fixing your stuff."

Bakugou rolled his eyes, grumbling as he turned away. "Whatever. I don't need your insane gadgets anyway." He left, feeling more frustrated than before. But as he stalked down the hallway, he had an idea. Y/n.

She'd helped Midoriya with his tech and did a damn good job at it. She wasn't even in the support department, but her skill had everyone going to her instead of Hatsume. Sighing, he found himself outside her door, hesitating. This is so damn embarrassing, he thought, but he knocked anyway.

A few moments later, you opened the door, dressed in a black tank top and shorts, grease splatters scattered across your skin. You looked up, surprised. "Bakugou? Do you need something?"

He froze, his cheeks flushing as he took in the sight of you. "I... uh, need you..." His pride kept getting in the way, and his voice dropped to a mumble. "Need you to... fix my gauntlets."

You just smiled, soft and understanding. "Sure. Just leave them on my desk. I'm finishing up Denki's gear, but I'll get to yours right after."

He stepped into the room, setting his gauntlets on your desk, but as you started to close the door behind him, he stopped you. You raised an eyebrow, looking back at him.

"Is there... anything else you need me to do for you?" you asked, studying his flushed expression.

"Yeah..." He looked away, clearing his throat. But before he could say anything, he heard footsteps down the hall. Panicking, he did the only thing he could think of and pushed you gently back into the room, his arm wrapping around your waist as he closed the door behind him. When he realized how close he was to you, he quickly pulled away.

"You okay, Bakugou?" you asked, concerned, your hand reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his face.

He swatted your hand away, blushing even harder. "Yeah, I'm fine," he muttered, trying to compose himself. "I just... didn't want anyone to see me."

A small smile tugged at your lips, but you didn't tease him. "Okay, got it. And about the gauntlets—if you don't want me to change the design, I'll just stick to repairs. But I could sketch a few optional upgrades if you're interested?"

He blinked, surprised by how genuinely you were listening to him. "Yeah... thanks," he mumbled, backing out of the room, more flustered than he'd care to admit.

Later that evening, you walked down the hall, exhausted after finishing Denki's gear. You spotted Bakugou outside his room, looking like he'd just returned. He saw you, too, and paused.

"Hey," you greeted, voice soft and tired. He nodded, and you moved to open your door, but he stopped it with his hand.

"Bakugou?" you asked, rubbing your tired eyes.