𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 {𝑘.𝑏}

Ⅳ

"I don't get why we need a partner for this project." Katuski mumbled as you pinned a few things down on the fabric under his arm. 

"Creativity is better found in two people than one." You said, apologizing for the next pin. He growled, but reluctantly held his arms still. 

Aizawa wanted everybody to make edits to their costumes, so he put them together and said creativity is better with a pair and sent them off. They would make base plans and the support team would officiate them. 

Katsuki sighed and grabbed his phone off of the desk when you walked away. You were currently in your house in the 'office/work' room, something your mom was very happy about. It had been years since you'd hung out and both sets of parents were delighted to know their kids were put together again. 

"Okay shit-face. I need some advice." 

Your ears perked up, asking him to repeat what he said. 

"I need some fucking girl advice, and if you tell anyone I will smite you." He snapped, crossing his arms. Now was a better time than ever to get help. He was with a girl he knew he could trust and nobody was there to listen in on the conversation.

"Sure! What's the issue?"

There was a long pause, in the reflection of the mirror you saw Katsuki biting the inside of his cheek, a nervous habit he'd had for years. His knuckles ran over the side of his phone and he looked at his feet. 

"I met a girl, and It's only been like..I don't know..five days? But I'm really into her and I don't know how to get closer..That kind of shit.."

is THE Katsuki Bakugo, Lord Explosion Murder himself..asking me for girl advice?

"Well, what's she like?" I asked, sitting down at my desk to finalize the drawings of his new costume improvements.

"She's..annoying..but not.." Katsuki said quietly.

"So..she's energetic?" You asked, knowing what he meant. The blond nodded.

He turned and took a seat on a bench, fidgeting with his wrist cuffs. 

"She's just..kinda..pure.." Katsuki said, shocked at the words that came out of his mouth. "She goes to U.A. I wanna meet her and see if she's fuckin' ugly or a man or something, but she probably wouldn't answer me if I asked." 

As if on cue he looked at his phone, thumb hesitantly over the Capchat app. 

You studied his movements carefully. He wasn't nervous. He was calm. A rarity. A part of you wished that you could make him that calm. All you wanted to do was hug him and tell him that you were better for him than whoever he was talking to. But you couldn't, and you'd started growing into this new guy. 

"Be direct. Message first. That'll show you're interested. Keep tabs on what she likes and see if that narrows anyone down." 

Katsuki nodded and slipped his phone into his backpack.

"Let's get this shit over with."