we'll make it right - bakugou

"Why so paranoid?" His ears stand erect, still and unmoving. He knows this voice, he knows exactly who it belongs to and Bakugou is already scowling, scrunching his nose at Victor's teasing suggestion. Forbidden lover. He rolls his eyes. Yeah right, as if some idiot would love him. Somehow he finds it more unbelievable for someone to ever harbour feelings for him than for him to feel love himself. Bakugou growls, grumbling to himself words that could not be deciphered to Victor. The sled dog could probably assume that he was just swearing and insulting the husky, calling male a number of insults for intruding him when all he wanted was a little privacy. He felt invaded to know that such a place he thought was quiet and peaceful was in fact roamed around by the likes of Victor. The Reaver stands, flicking his tail behind him when he returns to his bench, deciding to continue working on as if the other male wasn't there. He was so desperate to just ignore him, pretend that the canine didn't irk him one bit. But he had already made it plenty obvious with his expression and his stiffened mannerisms, uncomfortable that Victor was here.

After a few clangs, piercing to his ears, Bakugou stopped and looked straight at the husky. Smoke steams from his nostrils, nose sprinkled in ashes. He doesn't sneeze, clearly used to the particles floating about the air. "The fuck are you doin' out 'ere anyway?" he asks, demanding an answer when he turns back around, sorting out stone pieces to put together. Bakugou begins to notice one of the rocks seeming to shake for a moment, as if it were moving by invisible hands. He blinks. "Are you doin' that?"