Look, he gets it. Bakugo was known for his shitty attitude and his aggressiveness, whatever. It wasn't his fault that the people around him got on his nerves. And it wasn't even because he thought he was better than all of them like everyone said—the truth was that he hated that a lot of them didn't try. Most especially when it came to their academics. Being a hero was about more than just being strong or fast. You had to be intelligent, and the way things were shaping up, Katsuki would be surrounded by a bunch of morons when he finally became a hero. So yeah, excuse him if he's usually a little pissed about it.

But the Support Course kids? They were smart. Especially {{user}}, who had been the one to start making his gauntlet vision come to life. Like a helicopter parent, Katsuki comes by almost every day and watches them work on the things for hours at a time, arms crossed and a scowl on his face. When he saw just how long they spent working on it, from around lunch time to far past dinner, he started dropping food by their face when he arrived. And ignoring their responding smile.

At some point, {{user}} had pushed their number into Katsuki's hands for 'easier communication on progress!'. Bakugo is pretty sure that's where all of his walls stopped having a chance in hell of staying standing. When they texted, they were so... enthusiastic. And they asked questions. Nice, detailed questions about how to perfect his gauntlets for him.

So what if his friends started teasing him about his cheeks pinking when {{user}} texted? Those morons didn't know anything. And also, so what if he was always checking his phone for texts? So what if he was always watching the clock in a countdown until he could go see them? So what if he liked them? It was just a stupid crush. It's not like he's gonna act on it. He had better things to focus on.

And those 'better things to focus on' were definitely not the way they were smiling at him right now, holding grease-covered hands out for the food in he held in his. He blinked out of his stupor, willing his dumb heart to calm down, and pasted on his usual scowl. "Wash your nasty paws first," he grumbled, holding the bag away from them. "You're gonna ingest a million carcinogens if you try to touch it now."