Just You and I || (Bakugo x Reader)

9

You and Jirou step out of the elevator together and you immediately recognise the smell coming from the kitchen area. Or rather, who was cooking. You grin widely as you turn the corner and you see most of your classmates.

"GET OFF OF ME YOU GRAPE FREAK!"

"Oh c'mon, we just wanna know what you're cooking!"

"NO- HEY, DONT TOUCH THAT YOU DAMN CHARGER!"

"Sorry, Bakugo! But calm down!"

"I AM CALM!" Says the blonde, pointing two kitchen knives at Kaminari and Mineta. He is definitely not calm. Catching everyone's attention, you and Jirou look at each other and then crack up. Bakugo turns around, leaving one hand pointing a knife at the poor boys and the other, outstretched, pointing a blade at you.

"You. Come here."

"No," You calmly reply and then walk toward the sofas with Jirou, who looks very confused. Without hesitation, Bakugo throws the knife at you and your friend and you snag it mid-air without having to even turn your head. Everyone is astonished, except Bakugo, who had full trust that you were going to catch it anyway.

"What the heck, Kacchan?! You can't just throw a knife at L/N!"

"AND WHY ISN'T THAT, NERD? SHE CAUGHT IT, DIDN'T SHE?!"

"Well, technically, but-"

"SHUT UP!"

You use the awkward silence to come as an opportunity to wind Bakugo up.

"That was bold of you, Bakugo. I thought you'd know better than to throw a knife at a girl. Oh well, I guess you can't help having no respect at all." You smirk.

"WHAT?! That's not fair! You're a pr-" He stops himself from spilling your secret and goes quiet. "Fine then. Nevermind." He chops some onions and you feel sorry for the boy after annoying him, so you walk over.

"What did you want me to come over for?"

Bakugo grunts and says quietly, "I thought you'd want to learn how to do this since you said you'd never learnt how to cook before. But obviously not." You sigh and snatch the onion from his hands. When you look at him his eyes are watery and you can't tell if it's the onion or not.

"Hey, where are the knives around here?" Bakugo walks over to a drawer and pulls out a sharp knife. He hands over the blade and you start slicing the onion perfectly.

"Huh? I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO COOK?!"

"Jees, calm down! I said I didn't know how to cook, not that I didn't know how to cut an onion." You wink playfully and he sighs angrily, going to check on and stir whatever's bubbling in the pot. You continue cutting up the onion, and by the time Bakugo walks back over 5 minutes later, you've finished.

"Hey, how come your eyes don't water when you cut them?"

"My quirk. I activate it from my neck and above, so none of the chemicals from the onion bother my eyes. It takes a lot of focus, though," You say bluntly. Bakugo rolls his eyes at your explanation and opens a pack of mince. Meanwhile, everyone is staring at you both wondering how it went from throwing a knife to cooking together, and so they begin to chat amongst themselves leaving you and Bakugo to make their meals in peace.

"Here," says Bakugo, and he gestures for you to come and watch him. He skillfully uses a slitted spoon to measure out spaghetti and carefully slides it into the boiling water pot. Grabbing a second handful of the currently dry and stiff spaghetti, he steps behind you and puts his arms on yours, slotting the noodles in your hand and then gently taking your wrists to guide you, teaching you the specific hand movements to do it correctly. You fail to hide the ferocious blush on your cheeks, so you don't say anything, afraid of stuttering or suddenly jerking your hand and ruining both the meal and the moment. Bakugo must be the same, because you end up making the rest of the spaghetti bolognese in silence. You never knew grating cheese and cutting carrots could be so awkward.