Pandora's Gift

Chapter 33

It was a mix of emotions as she sat at her kitchen table in nothing more than in Bakugou's shirt that he had discarded when their fun in the kitchen started. A part of her really badly wanted to pull out her cell phone and take a picture of the tall blonde standing in front of her little stove in nothing more than his boxers. It both made her want to giggle and also sigh, she found it both hilarious and heartwarming. It was funny watching the blonde standing there bitching about her lack of ingredients and things to cook. While her omega was cooing at the thought that the blonde was now going to feed her after their little fun time. Though the fact he made her little kitchen look even tinier than it already was almost had her snickering at that. She never wanted to forget what it looked like watching the blonde cook.

His scent filled her nose almost with the cooking. Did she have to give this shirt back? Then again her omega was begging to just take the entire man to her nest. She wanted his scent in her nest. She wanted to bathe in the smell of his smokey scent and she wanted everyone to smell him on her. But scenting was a line she could not cross. She was not his and he was not hers. Repeat scenting outside of a shared rut or heat would mean that they were something. An item, a couple, just something more than fuck buddies and she did not feel ready for that. She refused to even think about that as she knew her scent would instantly sour and she did not want to have to explain why her mood had shifted to the blonde. No, that was a thought for a different moment.

"Are you just going to keep staring?" Was the growl that broke her from her thoughts.

"I'd take a photo but I think your ugly mug might break the camera," she was quick to retort, smirking as she watched an eye twitch on the blonde. Seemed he did not find her sharp tongue as funny as she did.

"What the hell did you just say!" Was the yell that came from the blonde. The exact reaction she had expected. That had the corner of her lips tugging up, unable to help the small smile that grazed her lips and quickly had the blonde turning back to his task of not burning the curry he was cooking at the moment.

She was not the only one who in the moment was rather enjoying themselves. Her sweet scent filled the small apartment and it was calming to his alpha who was beaming with pride over being able to cook for the omega. Bakugou had to remind himself she was an omega, not his omega. That thought actually made his stomach tighten, was it the fact he wanted to think of her as his omega that felt off or was it the fact he was not allowed to think that? Either way it did not sit well with him and he did not like that. But he also did not wish to start brooding at that exact moment. No, he wanted to enjoy this moment for now just like her.

"Where the hell do you keep your plates," He grumbled as he started to open and close cupboards around the little kitchen.

"I'll get them," She said, jumping to her feet and strolling across the small space before slipping past him to reach up for the self that held her small selection of plates and bowls. Her back was turned to the blonde as she reached up over her head to grab two of the plates. She was unaware that the shirt she was wearing rode up showing off the bottom of her ass as she reached up. She was also unaware of the red eyes that had watched very closely to how the shirt that was rightfully his was no longer covering her entire rear end. The only word she got was a grunt from the blonde who was still standing in front of the oven having quickly torn his eyes away from her and was once again trying to focus on the task that was cooking.

"Smells delicious," she said as she moved to stand beside him with the two plates in hand.

"Of course it does. And will taste even better since I made it," Ah that good old prideful idiot was still in place it seemed.

"Ah how would we have survived highschool without your amazing cooking skills," she couldn't help the scaractic sentence as she rolled her eyes at him.

"How the hell have you survived this long. Can you even cook?" Bakugou asked though his rough tone did not make the question sound as friendly as it was meant to.