On the Run

Nightmares

Back to Back chapters 'cause I'm excited for this one.

Warning: Angst? I think

Bakugo awoke with a start, his body shaking and his breathing ragged. He sat up quickly, clutching his chest.

They were back, the stupid nightmares he would get from high school. They were relatively the same, he would get captured by the League, All might would come and get killed. It was always the same, but it hadn't been back in a while, especially since he went pro and had work to do. Most of those days he would wonder who he was going to save next and how he was going to become number one. He didn't have time to reminisce on the past. Until now.

Bakugo looked down to see Kirishima, asleep on one of the futons you bought for them. He looked around on the other side to see Sero and Kaminari still asleep as well. He looked towards the clock in the room. 3 am

He quietly left the bedroom, knowing he wasn't going to go back to bed anytime soon. He went into the living room, noticing a dark figure. He was immediately on guard, falling into a stance. Once his eyes finally adjusted to the dark, he recognized you in the kitchen, cooking? At this time of night?

You were humming quietly to yourself as you shuffled through the kitchen, not noticing Bakugo staring at you from afar. He continued into the kitchen, looking at what you were cooking.

Chicken?

He was surprised you hadn't called him out yet, knowing that you could sense vibrations through the ground.

You continued to hum, seasoning the chicken so it could marinate.

"What the hell are you doing?" Bakugo finally asked as you put the chicken in the fridge. You jumped, hitting your head on the roof of the fridge.

"Shit, you scared me."

Bakugo raised an eyebrow. "Me? Scared you?"

"Yes asshole, you can't sneak up on a woman when she's cooking at 3 am."

"Well, I thought you knew I was here, with your fucking quirk."

"You mean my seismic sense? Well, I have on socks, so the vibrations are a little wonky right now," you grumbled, crossing your arms. "How did you find out about that anyway?"

Bakugo rolled his eyes, moving to the fridge to get some water. "Dunceface can't keep his mouth shut for shit." 

"What are you doing up anyway?"

"Nothing," Bakugo said grumpily. You glanced him over, observant eyes staring over his body. He moved sluggishly, eyes blinking repeatedly. You saw him yawn and shake his head before grabbing a bottle.

"Would you like some tea? It's what I normally do when I can't sleep."

"What makes you think I can't sleep?"

"You aren't cursing up a storm."

"The fuck do you mean by that?!"

"Shhh," you put a finger to his lips, "don't wake up the rest of the house!"

He rolled his eyes again, pushing your hand off his face.

"Whatever," he said, quieter than before.

You both stood in silence in the kitchen. You hadn't talked to Bakugo much, not since the first few days of them living here. But the times you did mostly ended with you both bickering. But you wouldn't count them since they were mostly hostile.

You could try to befriend him. He could be polite, you thought to yourself.

You shook your head at your wishful thinking. I doubt that. But how?