It was the third time this week alone that Bakugo had asked you for a ride. This time, he asked to be dropped off at his parent's house. You were both well over the legal driving age, and with Bakugo's standing in the hero industry, he could surely afford a car. You knew something was going on, but his ego wouldn't allow him to confess what it was.
"Wait up, Katsuki," you yelled at him while still sitting in your car. He was walking up the sidewalk when he turned around to wait. "Come here, please."
"You can't tell me what to do," he griped while walking towards you. "What do you want?"
"I'm not asking to be rude or anything, and I won't tell anyone your answer-" you started before being interrupted by his angry voice.
"Oi, I don't wanna hear it. I'll give you some gas money." He dug in his pocket and threw a wad of cash at you.
"You don't even know what I was gonna say!" You complained.
"Yes I do."
"What then? What was I gonna say?"
He huffed and replied, "You we're gonna ask if I can drive or not. And yes I can. How hard can it even be?"
You laughed at his overreaction and leaned out your car window even more. "Do you need me to teach you how to drive?"
"Like hell I do! I don't wanna be seen driving your shitty ass car anywhere."
"No, my car is great! It's even a stick shift. It's easier to fix and it's fun to drive. I can teach you." He pondered your offer for a moment, then turned around to walk to his parents house once again.
"Just... pick me up at my place tomorrow at 3," he growled to you. You smiled and rolled your window up as you drove away. You saw him look back over his shoulder at you in your rear view mirror, assuring you that he was actually okay with you teaching him. While there were several ways he could get around without having a car, it's always nice to be able to say you can drive. You just wanted to give him that option. In addition, you would get to spend more time with him.
You parked in front of Katsuki's house and turned off your car as you waited for him. He was right on time, walking out of his house in his street clothes, which were baggy and made him look rather unkempt. You just knew it was easier to dress like this so people wouldn't recognize him and hound him with attention.
You hopped out and walked over to the passenger side, passing him in front of your car silently. You got in and buckled your seatbelt and watched as he complained about your seat being too close. He grumbled and searched for a way to push the seat back.
"There's a bar underneath that you pull up," you giggled. He rolled his eyes and aggressively pulled it up, sending his seat flying back a whole foot.
"Damn, why is your car so ancient? In every other car it's fucking electric and not built by a monkey," he yelled, trying to shake off his embarrassment. He adjusted it to his liking, then finally relaxed in his seat.
"Put on your seatbelt," you commanded.
"What? Seatbelts are for nerds! I never wear one."
"But you're driving for what I'm assuming is the first time on a relatively jerky vehicle. And didn't you graduate like second in your class? You're a nerd too!" You retorted. He eyed you as he silently buckled himself in, not able to find an argument against that one. He mumbled to himself as he turned the key and proceeded to stall.
"WHAT THE HELL WHY ISN'T IT STARTING?" He shouted. You laughed and explained to him how to start a manual vehicle. He stalled several more times before he actually managed to get the car started.
