If there’s one thing Bakugou hates, it’s people messing with his stuff.

Maybe you’re the exception. You’re pretty okay, he guesses.

"Hey, Bakugou, can I check out your manga?" you ask, eyeing the collection lined neatly on his shelf.

He doesn’t even glance up from where he’s tinkering with his gauntlets. Truth is, he doesn’t really mind — but he'd rather eat dirt than ever admit that out loud.

"Yeah, whatever," he grunts. "Just don’t bend the pages or I'll kill you."