realities. (bakugou x reader)

part 20

bakugou's pov:

i don't know if it was because i was tired or what, but i slept hard. it doesn't make any fucking sense though because im somehow more tired than i was yesterday. 

what's gotten into me? i never need anyone for anything but lately y/n has had to take care of me all the time. when i ended up in her reality, when i was sick, and now last night? what's wrong with me? why can't i just take care of myself? 

she probably thinks i'm some needy ass kid. she's had to put me on her already full plate too many times. whatever this is, it needs to stop. i need to stop being around her so much. damnit why did we have to share a fucking room?

whatever, i need to get up. i have to fucking clean with deku today. i don't see how this class can be so damn filthy. were they not taught how to clean up after themselves? 

i got to cleaning, deku on the other side of the room so the nerd wouldn't bother me.

y/n's pov:

of all the things i had expected last night, bakugou hugging me wasn't one of them. it really surprised me that he did that, but i was glad that he was comfortable enough with me to be able to do that. 

i know he's stuck using his weekend to clean with midoriya, but i hope he at least feels better than last night. 

it looks like bakugou woke up before me for once. i'm almost surprised that he didn't wake me up with him. knowing him though, he might feel embarrassed to be around me now that he had a vulnerable moment with me. thats okay, i don't need to mention it.

it's still early, and i imagine that the boys have already been cleaning for a while now. i walked out of the room, still in my pajamas. no one else was awake yet. i ran my hand through my hair, which was finally starting to grow back. 

i walked down the stairs and to the kitchen. i didn't see bakugou or midoriya, but i was sure they were both cleaning somewhere. maybe outside doing maintenance on the plants. 

then a thought popped into my head. why don't i make them breakfast? they're working hard and judging by the empty sink they haven't eaten yet. 

i decided to make pancakes, but not the big fluffy ones that were all over the internet, and not the super thin ones that people pack all kinds of things into. i was making the pancakes i knew, my dads. a little dense, with a little cinnamon or nutmeg in them for flavor.

i'd made them so many times that i had the recipe in my head. the recipe i had made more pancakes than you'd usually need for 3 people, but they've been working hard and i don't think either of them came down for dinner last night. especially bakugou.

i whipped up the batter quickly and started cooking the pancakes on a pan. they're better slower cooked, so while they were cooking i made some eggs. i made scrambled first, and then a couple over-easy eggs.

by the time i'd finished getting the last of the pancakes off the stove, bakugou and midoriya walked in the house. they were both covered in sweat and smelled awful. 

when midoriya walked in he had a surprised look on his face. "woah it smells good in here." he commented.

"good morning you two, i thought you might be hungry since you didn't eat last night or before you started cleaning, so i made breakfast. it's not a traditional japanese breakfast, but i think it's good. it's what i grew up with."

"wait you made all that for us? y-you're too nice y/n. but why are you doing this for us when we're in trouble?" he questioned me.

i shrugged. "you guys can move forward now better that that tension is gone, and i'm not about to let you two starve. so get over here and eat. how do you like your eggs? i have scrambled and over-easy."