Dynamic Detonators [k. bakugo x reader]

05.

You jabbed you're fork at the food on your plate, staring absentmindedly at it. The conversation you'd overheard earlier still running throughout your head.

"Something on your mind, kid?" Aizawa asked as he looked at you from across the table.

"Hm? Oh, it's nothing," you mumbled out.

He sighed, setting his eating utensils down, "Come on kid, I'm not blind. What's bothering you?"

You glanced up from your plate to look the black haired man in the eyes, "Do you know what a borrowed quirk is?"

He paused for a moment, thinking to himself, "Can't say I do, if I had to take a guess though, it sounds like it might be a quirk that used to be someone else's or something of the sort."

"Someone else's? So someone who was quirkless for example, could suddenly have a quirk?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Why do you ask?"

"No reason I guess, just heard the term and was curious."

He narrowed his eyes at you, fully aware you weren't telling him the full truth but brushed it off for the time being. "Well I'm heading to bed kiddo," he sighed, standing from the table, "See you in the morning."

"Night," you called out, watching him disappear around the corner. You sighed and walked out to the kitchen, plate in hand, before dumping what was left of your food in the trash. "I'm sorry African children whom I cannot send a penny a day to, please forgive me."

You didn't really want to stay up anymore, but you weren't really tired either, which only led you to groan and lean your head back as you stood at the sink. You tossed your dishes in, deciding to wash them later as you crept down the hall, cracking Aizawa's bedroom door open.

"What do you want now?" You heard his voice call.

"Could I have a couple dollars so I could go to the diner down the road and get an ice cream cone?" You said, trying out your best puppy eyes type voice shit.

"What happened to that free cone stamp card you wouldn't shut up about for days on end?"

"I uhhh...I gave it away," you sighed.

"Sounds like a personal problem then."

"No- wait they were really sad and I felt bad," you whined.

You stood at the door listening to the silence fill his room before he groaned and shuffled over. He pulled his door open and sighed as he met your puppy eye gaze. "Last time—get a job," he complained, shoving a five dollar bill at you.

"Thank youuuuu, you're my hero!" You grinned.

"Be back by eleven at the latest," he warned, "It's still a school night."

"I will!" You shouted as you ran back down the hall, slipping your shoes and jacket on over your sweats and t shirt that was way too big, mostly because it was one of the old shirts Aizawa have you, but you didn't seem to mind.

You shoved the money into your jacket's pocket and plucked the house keys off the kitchen counter before leaving out the front door. You plugged your earbuds in and set the vibe with your Spotify playlist you named 'When it ain't sad bitch hours but it also ain't bad bitch hours.'