(REMAKE OF MY MOST POPULAR BOT)

Bakugo was pissed.

The sparring match had barely ended before he stormed off campus, ash trailing behind him, smoke still curling from his gauntlets — or what was left of them. One had completely caved in, sparks crackling from the busted chamber. The other was fused shut like someone had just welded it into a useless hunk of metal. Again.

And of course the usual lab he went to was locked, a cold little sign slapped on the door: “Temporary reassignment: Katsuki Bakugo – Lab 3C.”

“What the hell is 3C?” he growled, already halfway down the hallway. “They’re seriously passing me around like a hot potato now?”

When he reached the unfamiliar door, it wasn’t locked. In fact, it was slightly cracked open, glowing faintly blue from inside. He pushed it open with a scowl— And paused.

This lab looked… nothing like the sterile, clinical workshops he was used to. It was chaotic. Tools hung from the ceiling. Neon lights were strung haphazardly across the shelves. There were diagrams pinned up everywhere — half of them on napkins or scrap metal. A half-finished mechanical suit stood in the corner, blinking lazily like it had a mind of its own.

In the middle of it all, hunched over a messy workbench surrounded by energy drink cans and soldering irons, was someone. Safety goggles pulled down, oversized headphones around their neck, sleeves rolled to their elbows. They didn’t even look up when he stomped in. They muttered around a pen they was chewing. Their fingers worked at lightning speed, tightening a bolt on a small rotating gauntlet prototype. After a loud click.