Burning Caramel

Chapter 6

Sora blinks, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "Uh, hi. My name is Kuran, Sora," she says with a slight bow. The woman before her gasps and grabs her shoulders. "Wow, you're just gorgeous! You must be Katsuki's girlfriend!" She gushes excitedly. An irk mark appears on Bakugo's cheek. "Shut it you old hag! She ain't my girlfriend! She's a classmate. She's going to stay here because her dad is still unconscious and in the hospital," Bakugo growls impatiently. 

The woman you now realize is his mother looks you over, looking slightly sympathetic. "I'm sorry to hear that. Here, why don't you come in and get comfortable. Dinner will be done in about a half hour. I'm Mitsuki by the way," She says, ushering the teen girl inside the house. Sora follows, a blush on her face as she meets Bakugo's eyes from the side. He gives her a small nod and grabs her arm, leading her up a flight of stairs. 

Turning left at the top of the stairs, he throws open the door to his bedroom, leading the girl inside. There was posters and figurines of All Might all around his room, making the girl smile slightly to herself. "Sorry, I don't want the old hag hanging over my shoulder," He apologizes slightly, gesturing at her to take a seat on his bed as he takes the chair at his desk. 

Sora blinks before sitting down on the surprisingly soft mattress, thinking it over. After a second, a sigh escapes her lips. "So... You really look just like your mom. It's almost surprising," She giggles nervously. This was her first time being in a guy's room other than Aizawa's, which made her nervous for obvious reasons. A groan escapes Bakugo's mouth as he leans back in his chair. "Of all the things you could have possibly thought of, that's what you went with?" He scoffs, turning on the tv in his bedroom before handing her the remote.

Sora gives him a confused look as she takes the small black object from his hands. "What are you giving me this for?" She asks curiously. Bakugo scoffs from his spot in front of her. "Are you a dumb ass or what? It's for you to pick what you want to watch on the tv," he grumbles, looking away from her with a slight frown. Sora suddenly feels like an idiot. 

"S-Sorry. I might be a little nervous," she admits, turning the tv on before clicking through the smart tv apps. She suddenly freezes and stares at Bakugo. "You have the funimation app?" She asks in delight. Bakugo groans softly, looking at the floor. "Yeah, it's not a big deal okay? I just like some anime," He grumbles. Sora grins softly, opening the app and scrolling through the options. "Ever seen this one?" She asks, settling on Yuri on Ice. 

Bakugo narrows his eyes, shaking his head but says nothing. Sora nods, smiling happily. "I love this anime. Will you watch it with me?" She asks him, expecting the explosive blonde to say no. Instead he shrugs. "Whatever. It can't be that bad," he sighs, rubbing his neck. Sora turns back to the tv and throws the show on, immediately thrilled when she hears the opening theme. 

"Don't stop us now! The moment of truth! We were born to make history! We'll make it happen, we'll turn it around. Yes we were born to make history!" Sora sings in excitement, dancing in place much to Bakugo's amusement. He watches her, a glimmer in those vermilion eyes that watched her so carefully as she became enthralled by something she loves. 

Bakugo was caught in his head, admiring the girl from the side with careful eyes. He lets out a small laugh, watching as she sways from side to side like a child listening to their favorite song. She looked kind of attractive to him. The realization startles the blonde male, a frown crossing his face, suddenly caught by the teen girl in front of him. 

"Do you not like it, Bakugo? I can put on something else. This is your tv after all," She says softly. Bakugo pulls himself out of his head and smirks at her. "Just watch your shitty show. It isn't that bad," He tells her as he refocuses on the tv in front of them. Halfway through the show, Mitsuki shouts up the stairs that dinner is ready. The show gets pauses, Bakugo letting Sora leave the room before he does himself. 

They make their way to the kitchen, the girl noting that the decor in the house looked like it had been done by a professional interior designer. The colors didn't match but in a way that seemed like it went together anyways. It brought a smile to Sora's face as she enters the dining room, Bakugo pulling out her chair for her, knowing his mother would give him hell if he didn't at least do that much.

Mitsuki serves dinner, a small chuckle under her breath as her husband comes in through the door and takes his own seat. "Ah, so you're the girl my son brought home with him," He chuckles lightly, making his plate. Sora blushes a bright pink, but nods her head politely. "I'm Sora. Thank you for having me over," she says politely. The man chuckles and nods in recognition. "Masaru Bakugo. Don't worry about it. Katsuki never has anyone over, so it's nice to see that someone out there likes to hang out with my son. Please excuse his poor temper and horrible self expression," he chuckles. 

Sora gives a small giggle, peeking at the boy in question. He held a frown of irritation on his face as he put the chopsticks to his mouth, taking a bite of the pork katsudon in his bowl. Blushing, Sora catches herself staring at his full bottom lip, quickly taking a bite of her own food. "Thank you, this is really good," She says, enjoying the first bite of her dinner. A laugh escapes Mitsuki's lips. "Enjoy. After dinner, you and Katsuki can get your things situated in his room. I would give you the guest room but it is in the middle of being renovated. Sorry about that," She apologizes. 

Sora blinks, surprise flitting across her features. She was going to sleep in a room with Bakugo? That was very surprising to her. Should she just sleep on the floor. After a second of thought, the nervous girl nods, not really sure what to respond with. Dinner progresses quickly and quietly, not much incident involved even with Bakugo glaring at his mother all throughout dinner. 

After dinner, Bakugo excuses himself and grabs Sora's arm, dragging her up towards the stairs with him. The confused girl shuffles behind him, her footsteps echoing on the steps as she walks to his bedroom with him. When they enter the room, Bakugo shuts the door behind him, a conflicted look on his face. After a second of debating, he lets go of her arm, casting his eyes to the floor. 

"Don't mind the old hag. If it makes you uncomfortable, I will sleep in the living room on the couch. I don't want to make you feel unsafe," He says with a raspy voice. Sora startles at the thoughtfulness in his tone and shakes her head quickly. "No, no. You shouldn't have to sleep on the couch in your own house. I can just sleep on the floor in here. It's surprisingly neat in here so I don't mind," she tells him quickly. 

Bakugo scoffs. "No, take the bed. I'll take the floor. I invited you here, so that is my responsibility," he tells her. Sora blinks at that and shakes her head again. "I don't think I can agree with that, Bakugo," She says suddenly, feeling guilty. Bakugo feels a wave of emotion wash over him, a mix of frustration and something else. He stares at the girl in front of him, sitting there on his queen size mattress with a frustrated growl.

Before he can stop himself, he's moving. His hands grab her shoulders, pushing her backwards as his lips capture hers. A startled sigh escapes Sora's mouth as she stiffens for a second before melting into the kiss, her lips slowly moving against his. The feeling of his tongue tracing her lips startles her so that she lets a sigh slip, allowing his tongue to slide inside and make war with hers. He throws himself into the kiss, pressing her into the mattress as he dominates her mouth with an entirety that leaves no room for question. He was in charge here. A haziness takes over Sora's brain, leaving her no option but to follow his lead, helplessly enthralled. Bakugo takes advantage of this to lightly bite and tug on her bottom lip with his teeth.

After a few minutes, they both pull away, panting. His eyes train on her face, lit with a surprising enchantment in them, fixed solely on the girl before him. Sora's face turns a deep shade of crimson, not sure what to say after that. That was her first kiss after all. After a moment she looks up, meeting his expectant gaze. "Bakugo.. I-" He stops her, holding up his hand. "No. Call me Katsuki," He interrupts, his voice husky to her ears.