Pandora's Gift

Chapter 13

The sweet smell of s'mores and a camo fire filled her mind as her half asleep body seemed to move on its own, nuzzling more into the pillow she had been cuddling with. What smelled so good? Forcing her eyes open she slowly blinked her dark eyes a few times but the room was too dark. Oh well meant she beat her alarm close up. Then she could go back to sleep, her half awake brain figured as she curled her body into a tighter ball around the pillow. Mmm why did her pillow smell so good? Wait, her pillows never smelled like this.

With the realization that she was not in her bed she jumped up and out of the bed. Wincing at the pain that shot through her stomach she quickly and quietly made her way towards a hall happy when her fingers glanced at the smooth surface and she didn't walk into anything solid. Though now like an idiot she hunted the wall till she finally found a light switch and flicked it up.

The bright light was blinding as pain shot through her head. Fucking hell she felt like she went on a weekend long bender. Slowly blinking her eyes she took in the unfamiliar room. She would have wondered where she was but she knew this scent. It was Bakugou's which meant this had to be his room. There was no other explanation for why his scent was embedded among the things in the room. The bed was a mess, the sheets tossed around it, one of the two pillows sat in the middle where she had curled up around it. Though the pillow smelled just as strongly of her own scent than his now. A dresser sat along one wall and two doors also sat on the other side which she could only assume were a closet and private bathroom.

The room itself was clean, she didn't expect anything different from the blonde. After all, his room back in the UA dorms had very much been the same way. She shivered softly before finally noticing the pool of black material that was sitting on the floor not far from the bed. She knew the material, but one simple glance down reassured what she feared. She was in nothing more than her panties. Holy hell when the fuck did she strip off her hero costume? Actually she shouldn't have been surprised she always favoured sleeping naked or in just her panties. And when she was drunk she always stripped down to sleep.

She groaned softly, eyeing up the filthy black material that sat on the ground. she did not wish to get dressed again in the ruined skin tight outfit. A quick glance around and with heavy legs she grabbed herself across the room opening the first door she came to. A small private bathroom, nice and cozy. It even had a bathtub in it. The next door revealed what she was looking for. A closet was exactly what she needed. Her eyes drifted to the laundry basket that sat between the two doors. The mouth watering scent from Bakugou's worn closed screamed at her omega to grab one of those shirts. But she pushed down that thought. Instead she reached into the closet and grabbed a simple grey t-shirt and then looked for some sweat pants with a string tie in an attempt to see if she could get anything that would stay on her hips.

Luckily Bakugou had a nice tiny waist for an alpha. If this was Kirishima's closet she knew she would never have had a hope to find something that would fit. The black sweats were a little too long. And even with the string pulled tight it was bunched up around her stomach. Wasn't a very good fit but it didn't matter as she hoped only a few people would see her.

Now dressed she carefully and slowly opened the bedroom door. Fuck she nearly moaned at the mouth watering smell of food that had engulfed the rest of the house. Quickly following her nose she found herself slowly walking into what she assumed was the kitchen. Of course the sight that greeted her had her pause to take in the sight. Bakugou was dressed in some simple jeans and a wife beater while standing at the stove with an apron on as he was making curry. Sure a part of her wanted to laugh at the sight of the big bad blonde standing in his kitchen in an apron. And yet it made her almost purr to see a much softer, caring side of him.

Though she wasn't left with much time to admire the sight before her as her scent quickly seemed to give her away as the blonde whipped his head over to look at the dark haired woman standing in his kitchen with him.