HIS ROOMMATE

Disaster

"Good afternoon, Bakuboo!"

It was already in the afternoon when Bakugou woke up. As soon as he went out of his room, he heard that loud annoying voice. He looks at the woman standing in his kitchen while wearing his apron. His fucking apron. His blood boiled immediately.

He rubbed his eyes in hope that she's just some kind of illusion but when he opens his eyes again, she's still there. Smiling and even winked at him. So, this wasn't a nightmare?

It's the reality. He will actually live with this annoying woman. Fucking kill me.

"Look, I baked some lit desserts. Come on-"

"Pass. I don't eat sweets."

He quickly cut her off and went to the living room to watch something that can entertain him. He sat on the couch with his arms crossed above his chest. Camie wondered why does he look like he's about to kill when he's just watching some rom-com. But even after his harsh rejection, the girl followed him while carrying a bowl of what it seems are cookies, she's even humming while chewing. Disgusting.

"Don't be shy, Bakuboo. I baked this for both of us! Think of this as an apology for ruining your sleep earlier."

God, she never shut up and that annoying pet name she calls him. If only Bakugou could remove his ears on the spot, he would just for him not to hear her annoying voice. Even if his lungs are too itchy and dying to yell at her, he decided to ignore her and focus on the screen in front of him. The show is boring but it's better than talking to the woman who comfortably sat beside him, too close for his liking.

Camie remained unbothered by his rejection. She put down the bowl on the small table in front of them and stared at his side profile as if deciphering a code. Her stare brought an immense annoyance to Bakugou and so he yelled at her,

"STOP STARING, WOMAN!"

His pulse was raging, his veins were even popping yet Camie found it amusing. Why is he always irritated though? Camie started thinking. What should she do to get closer to this angry pomeranian? They will be living together for god knows how long so it's better if they get friendly to each other.

Camie smiled at him before focusing back in front, her lips formed in a pout while her finger touching her chin, thinking. But then she beamed at him.

"Well, Bakuboo since we'll be living together why don't we get to know each other? It's, like, totes so awesome if we will be BFF, bae!"

She mused, getting even closer to the man who gave her a murderous glare that didn't seem to faze her. He stared at her face. Amusement and curiosity is the only thing written on her face and Bakugou wondered why does she seem so interested in him? Or was she acting?

"NO."

He rejected her once again, "I actually left my old agency and decided to work here in the city instead. Like, totes, the people in my old agency were too emo or noob. They don't know how to live life. You understand, fam?"

Bakugou could fill his blood boiling, he already shut her down but she's too fucking persistent. Doesn't she know how to back out? The fuck is wrong with this woman, and he can't even understand her. Emo? Noob? Where the hell did that come from?

Despite his silence, the girl continued. Camie silently laughed. He looks like a volcano that will explode at any moment.

"By the way, bae. I'm not good at cooking so I'll leave that to you but! But, totes, you can count on me in the grocery!"

Bakugou doesn't know what's going on inside her mind but he can tell that she's an airhead. She's unpredictable and that's dangerous because Bakugou doesn't know what schemes she's planning. But what the hell? Is she planning to make him her servant? No fucking way. Yes, he's good at cooking but that's only for himself, he won't let other people taste his dish.