katsuki bakugo is lowkey (high key) obsessed with the pretty girl in the support course that fixes his gauntlets <3
being in the support course was always hectic.
rushing to meet deadlines for projects based on your own inventions and designs, but also helping out those in the hero course because they were useless when it came to the field.
so when you were assigned katsuki bakugo as your hero student to assist with costume changes during the school year, you got a lot more than your bargained for.
but turns out, he wasn’t a bad guy.
he liked his things in a certain way, which you appreciated when it came to figuring out what he actually wanted. he would just tell you, no bull shit. made your job 100 times easier.
you liked being in the support course, and mechanics was your calling, your talent. it was nice being the people behind the scene, helping heroes in anyway you could to help others.
as you were fixing your latest project for your assignment due next week, you felt an eerie sense that someone was watching you. rolling your shoulder, you assumed it was just insomnia from being awake for days and barely any sleep. but when you hear a slight knock on the doorway, you almost dropped your tools.
“my bad,” bakugo coughs and stands awkwardly on the doorway, holding the giant gauntlets from his costume in his hands. they were dented, and smoke coming out signaling that it had seen better days.
you held in your chuckle as your clean up your station and hop off the table you were sitting on. “you know you don’t have to keep crushing your equipment to see me.” you cheekily say which causes bakugo to fluster up.
“what is this, the third time this week?” you add and place the blueprints on the bulletin board.
katsuki’s face turns red but quickly turns aggressive. “shut up! that’s not…i’m not….”
“i’m kidding, katsuki.” you roll your eyes playfully and motion him over toward the workshop table to set his heavy equipment down. he does so but drags his feet every few steps. “i don’t bite, dude.”
katsuki noticed how weird he was so he tried to nonchalantly takes a step back after handing over his gauntlets. you eye him carefully before setting your attention back on the project in front of you.
“what’s up with them now?” you genuinely ask, shallowly inspecting the equipment that you actually built for him.
“uh..” katsuki mutters before snapping himself back into reality. “the trigger. it’s not complyin’ with my quirk. when i try to set it off, it gets stuck.”
you nod while listening before rolling a nearby stool over for katsuki while you take a seat on your work bench. “sit, please. it might take a while.” you offer coolly, and take out your tools.
katsuki hesitates before you give him a weird glance and he suddenly sits down. he carefully watches you work as you take apart the end section of his gauntlet to access the trigger.
his eyes widen as he noticed just how quickly you could take apart such a heavy weighted machine like it was nothing. it honestly left katsuki impressed, he had to hit his chest to stop his heart from pounding so loud.
“found the problem!” you clap your hands in success.
katsuki looks at you dumbfounded, “already? it’s been like a minute.”
you give him such a confident look that always made him weak in the knees. “keep up. i’m a genius.”
he rolls his eyes before getting more comfortable and letting his head rest in the palm of his hand, waiting for you to explain. “smartass.” he quips and you lightly kick his leg with yours.
“you see this here?” you cue him in why offering the now revealing part of his gauntlet. you push your body and the grenade shaped gauntlet to the side, and you felt your shoulder hit katsuki’s. your eyes flicker up to meet his but instead of looking at his tool, he’s looking at you. “over here, katsuki.”
you giggle when you notice him turn red and draws his eyes back toward his gauntlet. “the hell am i lookin’ at?” he asks harshly, attitude coming back to normal. you push closer, and your bodies start to accommodate each other, his fitting perfectly beside yours, an arm reaching behind you to gain a more comfortable posture.
“all of the sweat that secretes from your quirk built up in the gun part of your gauntlet, causing the metal to rust. that’s why the trigger is jammed.” you explain while pointing out every section so he could be included.
but he wasn’t really paying attention to his stuff, all he could look at was you.
brilliant, sharp, and beautiful you.
once he heard the word ‘sweat’ katsuki gives a look of embarrassment when he realizes it was his sweat that made his equipment malfunction. and of course you, the girl he had such a hard time focusing when you were around, had to be the one to find it.
“damn…i didn’t know that could happen.” he admits, rather bashfully but you brush it off.
“it’s not a big deal.” you shrug and give him a sweet smile. “lots of costume malfunctions happen from quirks themselves. i’m glad i found the problem. now i know how to fix it.”
he noticed how close he was pushing himself besides you and checks his body quick, straightening up. you notice slightly but pay no mind, you didn’t want to draw attention to it.
“so i’ll have it ready by tomorrow.” you complete your examination and happily sit up on your work bench. “you can come by and pick it up then.”
katsuki narrows his eyes before standing up, “you better not mess up my gauntlet.” but his words carried no venom, in fact, it was almost described as amusement.
“please..i could deconstruct and recreate your gauntlet from scratch in five minutes.” you clap back with playful glare and sticking out of your tongue.
katsuki genuinely chuckles at your words and cannot deny that he found your confidence and the fact that he had no doubt that you genuinely could do it, very attractive.
“alright so tomorrow. if it ain’t ready by then…” katsuki walks backward toward the door with another silly threat.
you mock him with your hand, “yeah yeah, you know where to find me, katsuki.”
katsuki finally leaves and he wanted to slap himself for being such a wimp when it came to you. he couldn’t even look you in the eye for more than a second before turning red, let alone ask you on a date.
he could ask you out tomorrow.
and if not, he would just have to find an issue with another one of his costume equipment to bring to you.
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