bakugo walked into the messy workshop holding one of his gauntlets. He looked around confused

“zuku?”

He called out. He looked over and heard some clattering from one of the workbenches. There was an “oww” noise before suddenly izuku popped up, rubbing at his head. His hands were covered in oil and grease with splotches of paint on his face and splattered on his uniform, as he looked up he noticed bakugo and smiled

“Kacchan!”