Work Text:
The halls of the UA dormitory were suspiciously quiet for a Friday night.
Most of Class 1-A was downstairs arguing over a movie choice loud enough to shake the walls, but the fourth floor sat still under the glow of dim hallway lights.
Except for one room.
Katsuki's,
Of course.
From behind Bakugo’s door came a violent bash; metal tools hitting a desk and the muffled sound of aggressive muttering followed by cursing. Had he been hanging out with Mei Hatsume? He had to be out of his mind.
“Stupid, stupid, damned thing— Worthless." He glared at the inanimate tool.
A knock interrupted him.
Silence.
Then louder he yelled, "What?! Who's there?!"
The door cracked open to reveal Izuku Midoriya clutching a Blue and White striped notebook against his chest; He'd kept that darn notebook since Junior High. At times, Bakugo wondered how Deku could be such an utter pack rat—He looked nervous already, which only made Bakugo scowl harder.
“U-Uh—hey, ..Kacchan! Lida-Kun said the explosions coming from your room sounded
'concerning,’ so.. uhm."
Bakugo stared at him flatly, disbelief and annoyance combined "And you volunteered to 'check on me' because you’ve got a death wish?”
He would'be really had better chances writing his name in the death note and coming out alive.
“N-no! I just thought m-maybe I c-c-could help?" Midoriya's voice cracked on the last word, his face flushed as he cringed. He bit the inside of his cheek.
Something metallic sparked at Bakugo's desk, burning him.
Katsuki clicked his tongue. “…Tch. Fine. Get in before the hallway starts smells like burnt crap too."
Midoriya slipped inside quickly. Bakugo's room looked nothing like anyone would've expected—He was surprisingly neat. Made bed, tidy shelves, military boots by his door, stacks of books labeled things like, "How to handle Explosives for Professionals", the sight made Izuku chuckle. The only messy part was the desk currently covered in dismantled support gear and ..charcoal.
The younger boy's bright green eyes lit up instantly once he stepped forward towards the table, getting a good look at what Bakugo had been dealing with.
“Oh! Is this your Spring combat upgrade? You changed the compression ratio! And you modified the sewing for a more light way method of fighting!—" Midoriya perked, he often observed things at a level others tended to find creepy. Niche habit though.
Bakugo froze halfway through grabbing a hammer. “…How the hell did you notice that in two milliseconds?! Damn it Deku you're like a robot!"
Izuku smiled sheepishly, quieter this time. "You switched from airtight artillery to reinforced steel too—probably cause the over take in of heat from your last blast cluster explode during training.”
Bakugo stared at him, something gentler in his eyes, almost a smile at his lips. He huffed a laugh through his nose.
“Damn nerd.” but there wasn’t much bite in it this time, hell maybe something oddly..fond.
Bakugo looked out the window—outside, the sun was setting. Bright splashes of Orange, Purple, and Pink hues drew the becoming of the night while Midoriya carefully sat beside the workbench, already flipping open his notebook. “So… what exploded?”
Bakugo placed a damaged gauntlet toward him. "You tell me Deku" He sighed.
Then suddenly—
"Y'know what? Screw this." Bakugo blew up the gauntlet. He dragged midoriya into the hall, "Cmon nerd, I think shitty hair said we were gonna watch a movie".
The ruined gauntlet exploded in a loud thunk, sparks flashing across the room followed by a shitload of black smoke.
“—K-KACHAN?!" Midoriya looked back painfully as Bakugo dragged him by the cuff of his sleeve.
“Was busted anyway.” He insisted.
Smoke rised toward the ceiling as Bakugo dragged Midoriya before the kid could start apologizing to the furniture somehow.
“C’mon.”
Midoriya stumbled after him, still wide-eyed. “W-Wait Kacchan your room—”
“I’ll clean it up later.”
That action alone was shocking enough to make Midoriya forget his panic for half a second.
Bakugo had dragged him—,down the hallway toward the stairs, one hand shoved in his pocket while the other kept a firm grip on Midoriya’s wrist like he thought the other boy might vanish if he let go.