she was confident and dreamy, he was even more confident, maybe a little less dreamy. nonetheless they were perfect for each other.
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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
✄—IM GOING TO give you one last chance, do you give up?" Katsuki cooed sinisterly. "Hell. No." You narrowed your eyes at him, as you two had a small stare down.
"Fine. Let the competition begin, if there even is any" he shrugs, turning around, fidgeting with something. You cock an eyebrow, "what are you doi-" you trailed off once you saw what was in his hands. An evil smirk washed over his face, "Put this on." He tosses you a pink apron, a cute hello kitty in the center, with the words 'worlds greatest chef !' plastered right beneath it. You assumed it was Mitsuki's, because he had a bigger one in blue, unfortunately, without the kitty.
Before he could put the apron over his head, you yank it right off of him. "The pink ones for you, princess" you snicker, swiftly throwing the blue apron over your head, tying it tight in the back. His mouth was left slightly agape, before he collected his thoughts and began shouting profanities at you.
"You are a mad woman if you believe I'll wear th-"
"Baby pictures. Tons and tons of baby pictures." You deadpan.
A look of betrayal painted over his features, he was shocked, stunned, in disbelief at your blackmail.
"You are evil" he looks down at the floor, slowly and shamingly putting on the pink hello kitty apron, a few sizes too small on him, but it looked cute anyways.
The truth is, if it wasn't for your extreme need to see Katsuki in such attire, you would've wanted that cute apron for yourself. But alas, sacrifices must be made.
"You look adorable, princess tsuki" you smile, playing and squeezing his face like dough as he just looked down in utter shame.
"Is this your way of giving up in our competition?" You raise your brows, to which he instantly perks up, "Fuck no! I'm beating your ass, witch" he points at your face intently.
"Let the games begin" you squint, and as if on que, you both run around the kitchen, grabbing tons of ingredient for the pancakes.
You knew your way perfectly around the kitchen, to a stranger it may have looked like it was you cooking in your own kitchen, in your own home. Your parents forcing you to hang out with Katsuki for years at his place paid off in the end.
Everything was going smoothly, until you had both went for the fridge to get milk. At the same exact time.
Your hands gripped over the same jug of milk, you looked intently at each other.
