LOST // BAKUGO X OC

Cooking

Estelle pouted down at the frying pan with intensity. The charred black soot on the metal was so prominent that nobody would have been able to guess it was an egg she had just annihilated. Slumping, Estelle let out a growl as she stomped towards the trash to dump her failure.

"What the fuck are you doing?!!"

Looking up with a surprised expression, Estelle sweat-dropped as she tried to shuffle the frying pan out of view. "Absolutely nothing."

"Don't play games with me, Lioness. I could see the smoke from the living room!!!" Bakugo shouted as he pointed at her with a furious expression. His hand shifted into the air as he tried to shoo away the smoke to get a better look at the female. Did she not think to open a window?! It was like a thick fog had done a hostile takeover.

Estelle shook her head quickly as embarrassment washed over her entire being and gave a nervous laugh. "No, no. I was just admiring the pans. Very fancy."

"The fuck has gotten into you?!" Bakugo questioned, entirely bewildered by the way Estelle was speaking.

Groaning, Estelle slumped in defeat, and she lifted the pan so he could see the awfulness of what she had created. She glanced away as Bakugo's eye twitched, the furious expression on his face leaving an aura of fire around him.

"What have you done!?" He surveyed with horror. The frying pan looked like it had been scalded in a fire. It didn't even seem usable anymore; how was it even possible to fuck it up that much? He couldn't believe it.

Glancing to see if his expression changed, Estelle quickly averted her eyes again when his demeanour turned even more threatening. She wasn't skittish of many things, and Bakugo had never been on that list. But, Estelle knew how much the boy prided himself on his cooking and his work in the kitchen. This was practically his domain with how much he cooked, and it made his reaction all the more mortifying.

She knew if she ran, the boy would never let her live it down. Defeated that she would have to deal with this situation now, she turned back to the male with a frown. "I.....never realised how difficult it was to cook."

"How can someone be so skilled at most things in life be so awful at cooking an egg?!" He continued with his hands in the air as he ranted to her.

Shrinking into herself, Estelle felt a sinking sensation as she picked at the charred pan in her hand. The only response she made to his rambling was a shrug, but unfortunately, that seemed to have pissed the male off even more.

Stomping over to her, Bakugo snatched the pan from her hold. Estelle had no expression on her face as she softly intertwined her fingers together, like a child scolded by a parent.

"You could have burned the whole place down! You could have seriously hurt yourself! If you know you're useless at cooking, why the hell would you do it?!!?" He continued ranting. It was only when he lifted the pan up to get a closer look that his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. He could see her face from the corner of his eye, and he took a moment to recognise the emotion.

He could tell she was upset from her downturned expression. Bakugo felt a pain in his heart when he noticed that he had caused it. The anger within him flickered off like a light switch as he stepped forward to place his hand on her head softly.

Darting her gaze to the male in front of her, Estelle was surprised that Bakugo had softened considerably from his seething anger a moment ago. She remained in stunned silence as he spoke, "Tch, the smoke scared the shit out of me. I'm just glad you weren't burned to a crisp."

"Sorry," Estelle muttered back, her gaze moving back to her fingers.

The childlike apology hit a strange part within Bakugo's soul, and he couldn't help his body from leaping forward to engulf her tightly in an embrace. "You idiot. Why would you even do this? Seriously, any longer and there would have been a fire."