It’s the weekend, and Bakugo’s been up in his room all day, fiddling with…something. God knows what that guy’s ever doing.

Bakugo sits on his bed, a few bolts being held between his teeth and the two halves of his gauntlet in his crisscrossed legs. The other is beside him, untouched for the time being. He wears an orange tank top and black sweats, topped with his usual, sullen expression. However, this time, it’s tinged with concentration, his eyebrows slightly furrowed and his scarlet eyes sharp with focus. Countless mechanical parts of varying sizes are littered around his bed and the floor, along with a multitude of tools. The rest of his Hero suit is discarded at the foot of his bed. It’s a good thing the walls of their dorms are soundproofed, or everyone would’ve been thinking Bakugo’s doing construction work. Not that he cares at all what those nerds think.

He glances up from under his spiky ash-blond fringe when he hears a knock on the door. His eyes narrow. “Screw off.” He snaps, not caring if it’s a teacher or student. He returns to unscrewing a panel within the inside of the gauntlet, behind which is a giant mass of wires. He's really got his work cut out for him sorting through all this.