"To be honest, I don't like you." Bluntly, Best Jeanist declares his back turned to the scowling Bakugo.
"Huh?" Bakugo blurts out glaring at the denim back of Best Jeanist.
"I know full well why you chose my agency. You chose me and my office because I rank among the top five most popular heroes did you not?" Best Jeanist turns to face Bakuago.
"Hello you're the one who nominated me." Bakugo reminds Best Jeanist.
"Yes recently my recruits have been nothing but perfect little angels. So you've certainly stood out. I watched the way you fought at the sports festival you have a good handle on your quirk and you have a decent application on your quirk. You're an outstanding talent I'd say already good enough to take on as a sidekick. However you do have a fatal flaw you believe you're the best and you display that belief without any regard to you or your image. You have a ferocious nature." Honestly, Best Jeanist explains to the scowling Bakuago as his sidekicks smirk behind Bakuago.
"Don't tell me you brought me here to give me a lecture huh?" Hollering, Bakugo demands scowling, baring his feral fangs at the unamused Best Jeanist about to slam his boot down, about to step forward facing best Jeanist ready to fight against the pro hero only to falter when feeling a strings coil around his form, tying his form. Shocked, his ruby reds dilate at the sight feeling a strange sense of deva ju from it all.
"I have to correct people like you it's a part of my duty to society. Heroes and villains are cut from the same cloth. So your job here is to watch me I'll show you what makes someone a hero." Proudly, Best Jeanist declares his denim sleeves torn as thin snow silverish fibres spew out of the sleeve contorting, coiling around Bakugo holding his arms together as his raw reds glare into his cold curt green. Bakugo's eyes narrow noting the strange familiarity in the strange shade of green.
"What in the hell are you doing?" Sturggling, Bakuago attempts to tug free from the confines but falters from it.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm educating you on becoming an exemplary pro. That includes being aware of how you speak, your appearance, controlling your emotions, your morals. There are countless things you need to learn but in the brief period of the weak I will stich these things into the fabric of your being." Determined, Best Jeanist proclaims proudly, his words intense as he declares the fact to him.
"To be a pro your presence must calm those in danger, give them a peaceful mind, you must be capable of course but there are other things to consider, your physical appearance, speech and actions all must be…elegant. You must give off the aura of a hero. Do you understand?" Sternly, Best Jeanist attempts to explain to Bakugo who is sat down on the seat, shaking, hating every living moment of it as behind him, Best Jeanist combs Bakugo's wild blonde roots with his sidekick standing behind him, smiling at Bakugo's new haircut.
"Another perfect style best Jeanist!" Together, the sidekicks holler, chorusing, celebrating Bakugo's so called transformation.
"Dammit I came to the wrong hero agency!" Angrily, Bakugo snarls internally, his hair poofing back up to normal as he shakes, seething from the sheer fury flowing through his boiling, bubbling, burning blood.
"This guy…he pisses me off. Telling me to clean up his crap…the hell?" Frowning, Bakugo furrows his brow when ceasing his attempt at cleaning, turning to look down at the opened draw from Best Jeanist's desk, seeing a small, framed photo of some sort, some kid Bakugo notes the girl having blonde pigtails, beaming brightly in a leotard of some sort or some sort of leggings. The girl's green gleam in the photo as she is held by a younger looking best Jeanist, both their eyes the same shade, with his smiling softly at her.
The girl is perched on his shoulder as she holds a trophy of some sort, a golden gleaming one hugging her father by his neck as his has his hand over her leg. Who is this kid? He didn't know Jeanist had a kid then again why would he care? This brat must be spoiled rotten. Bakugo reasons to himself.
"Whoa kid what are you doing?" Surprised, Bakugo arches a brow when one of Best Jeanist sidekicks rush in, gently placing the photo down, looking it over panicking before sliding the draw shut.
"Who was the kid?" Curious, Bakugo asks making the sidekick grimace.
"Best Jeanist's niece. His pride and joy you shouldn't ask him about it though. It's a sensitive topic for him, he keeps that photo hidden from any prying eyes." Gently, the sidekick whispers attempting to warn the kid not wishing for the kid to get on the bad side of the pro hero.
"How do you know about it then?" Warily, Bakugo's ruby reds narrow.
"Sometimes if it's a slow day or something his nephew will come visit, the two talk about fabric and such. Haven't seen his niece for a while though still we'll see him take it out and stare. No one says a thing, he makes sure no one is around to do it but we see it. One of the last sidekicks asked and he hung him." Grimly, the sidekick whispers grimacing at the memory of the poor soul, the loudmouth asking about it, their boss has seemed to be calm and composed but this…this was something else. He remains still, silent but when he kept bringing it up time and time again, his patience was growing thin, the next thing he knew, he was hanging from the ceiling, begging, beseeching, pleading for aid…
"So much for controlling emotions." Bakugo sneers, a small smug smirk upon his lips at the small win of sort.
"Look kid its best not to ask him about it okay?" The sidekick sighs shaking his head at Bakuago.
"Yeah yeah…" Bakugo huffs grumbling, glaring to the side as he continues cleaning, his brow furrowed wanting to get out of here as fast as he could.