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It was common knowledge to Class 1-A that Bakugou Katsuki went to bed early, insanely early if you ask some people. All but one had believed Bakugou was actually sleeping at that time, why wouldn't people believe him? Despite that, Bakugou hardly ever actually slept that early. In fact, he was often up into late hours of the night. Bakugou was known for his explosive personality and fierce determination to be the next number one hero. But beneath his fiery exterior lay a secret passion that very few knew about. In the quiet hours of the night, or even the loud moments in the evening when the rest of the class were still wide awake, Bakugou transformed his dorm room into a workshop of his own. Colorful fabrics and supplies littered around the floor, sketches covering his walls, each with their own intricate designs. He poured his heart into his very craft, every stitch, every sketch, every single bit was important to him. It was his escape, a way he could express himself without the pressure of being the hot-headed hero in training everyone knew him as. Bakugou has been preforming his craft for two years now, ever since he was fourteen. He had only grown in his abilities over the years, creating better and better works and being sought after more and more. It was a struggle to handle both his business and school, but he had managed. He had used an alias and never attached his face or even his existence to his own work, not wanting anybody to know it was him. Midoriya Izuku was the only person who had known about this secret of Bakugou's, despite them not having the best history in the past, they had worked together a few times on such works. Thus Midoriya knew of Bakugou's secret job. Midoriya had found out completely by accident, having been invited to the Bakugou residents for dinner one day as Bakugou's mother wanted to catch up with Midoriya's. Midoriya had walked into Bakugou's room without knocking, seeing the supplies scattered everywhere and Bakugou in the midst of his work. Tonight was much like that one, Bakugou was working away in his dorm room after he had claimed he was off to bed. Midoriya knew that Bakugou wouldn't be asleep however, and walked in without as much as a knock. He shut the door behind himself, leaning against the door to stay clear of Bakugou's supplies scattered on the floor. "Is this a new one, Kacchan?" Bakugou gave a mindless hum to confirm, to focused on his craft to pay much attention to Midoriya. Bakugou was surrounded by piles of colorful fabric, furs and foam. Bakugou had snapped his fingers and simply pointed to the spot in front of himself, Midoriya knew what Bakugou was asking and had listened. Midoriya moved carefully around the supplies, sitting in front of Bakugou and ready to help with anything. "Is this one a commission or a self project?" Bakugou picked up the work in progress, fitting it over Midoriya's head. "Commission." Midoriya nodded slightly, staying still to let Bakugou pin the fabric down while using Midoriya as a model of sorts. "Did you know some of the other idiots are part of the fandom?" Midoriya shook his head slightly, "No, I didn't. Who are they?" He responded. Bakugou took a moment to reply as he focused on the last pin. "Battery pack and tape face." Bakugou carefully removed his work from Midoriya, grabbing his sewing supplies and beginning to sew the fabric patterns together. "Is this for one of them?" Bakugou nodded. "Yeah, battery pack commissioned me to make two. One for him and one for tape face." Midoriya looked at the pattern pieces that Bakugou was sewing together, gathering the corresponding fur colors to be ready. "What species are they?" Bakugou hummed, a small smirk on his face. "Dunce wants a damn sheep for himself, and a wolf for shitty hair." Midoriya chuckled slightly. "A sheep and wolf? What a combo." Bakugou nodded, smirking more. "Of course dunce would think of something like that."