BakuDeku One Shots

Kitchen Dancing

All day throughout the dorms all they heard and smelled was the amazing food being cooked by the resident blasty boi. His hips were swaying and loudish humming was echoing out of the hot room. Why was he cooking for so long? Easy. As punishment for ruining their teachers precious nap, he was forced to cook for the entire class.

Of course that punishment took place weeks ago but the blond found a sense of calm whenever he was cooking. Something he could only get when he was in his lovers arm. Cleaning was also rather calming to him and with 20 teens running about a building it tended to get dirty.

Suddenly Bakugou felt arms warp around his waist. Continuing his hip sways and soft movements the other behind him followed suit, almost like a dance. Only two people were brave enough to touch him, especially on the hips. The first being Izuku Midoriya and the second Denki Kaminari. The difference between the 2? The feel of there hands.

Even through the cloth of his shirt he could feel the thick and padded skin of his Deku. He could feel the very small indents of scars and the rough patches skin it came with. Denki had smoother hands and the fact that the Pikachu rip off wouldn't be able to sway along with him was also a dead give away.

Bakugou hummed a bit louder for his greenette to hear. A deeper hum was heard along with his own rough hum. With a quick stir of the sauce he was making, Bakugou turn and wrapped his arms around Midoriya's neck. Leaning down and landing a quick peck on his lips, said boy started, almost, ball room dancing. The sways had turned into steps as they moved across the kitchen's tiled floor. Bakugou laid his head against the others head. Midoriya led the dance. He was coming up on the dip. He leaned down as he dipped the explosive male and planted a kiss on the blonds lips.

Holding his lips there for seconds longer than the first, Midoriya released his lips from his own. They looked into each other's eyes. Looking through their walls and seeing each other raw. All of the sudden beeping brought them out of their trance.

"Shit! The fucking sauce!" Bakugou yelled as he ripped himself from Midoriya's grip. Being shocked by the turn of events Midoriya began to laugh.

"This isn't fucking funny! If my sauce burns I'm blasting your ass!" Bakugou yelled as he began to strain the noddles and stir the sauce at the same time. How he did it was a mystery to everyone. His green haired lover pick up the pot he was struggling with, not that he was weak but it's kinda hard with one hand, and dumping the water and noodle mixture into the large strainer. Once the noddles were strained, the sauce was then added and mixed well. Then it was divided into separate nearly finished bento boxes across their only dining table.

"These fuckers better appreciate my cooking or I'm not cooking again!" Yelled the blond as he angrily poor even portions into each box. This was only half a threat. Bakugou had stopped making food for Denki, only because he forgot to thank Bakugou. It took a week for the petty blond to forgive him and that was with the help of Midoriya.

Placing each box into the industrial fridge. He walked back into his dorm and laid down ready to sleep. His greenette followed happily as he laid down with his baby. His one and only.

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