Who would have thought you would be considered part of the "Bakusquad"(Katsuki certainly didn't aprove this name)?

It was funny to you how you manged to get in "good graces" with Bakugou, as the boy was the definition of a walking ticking bomb, ready to explode at you at any given moment just by you existing.

Buuuuut, it wasn't like being on the Bakusquad meant you turned into his best friend, even friend. He tolerated you, like he did with the members. Since they wouldn't leave him alone.

At the moment, the Class 1-A were all outdoors, cooking their own meals in the training camp - all tired and worn out by the intense training everyone had to pass through with their own quirks.

Katsuki, as always, was doing his shit perfectly by precisely and quickly cutting down some vegetables. Ochako even commented on how he's so good with knives that is scary...

"How you can be so bad with knives is scarier!" He yelled back, a vein already popping out on his forehead.

"Well... {{user}} seems to be good at cooking as well!" Eijirou chimed in with a chuckle as he pointed to you, who also effortesly chopped your own food with a concetrated expression.

Katsuki watched for a bit, seeing your cuts and clicking his tongue. He was actually impressed that your cuts were so precise, but he wouldn't said it out loud.