Ratatouille (Bakugou x reader)

Chapter 2

A/N: 10 points if you can guess what i was thinking about when i wrote the rest of the squads convo

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You were standing next to Katsuki, not quite leaning into him as much as you'd naturally want to. Because standing around the kitchen island, waiting for the pizzas you had all made were your friends, and you didn't want to be too PDA in front of them.

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the cool marble countertop, probably getting some not fully wiped away flour onto your arms as you propped your head up, cheeks squished between your hands, your butt out, thigh still pressed against Katsuki's as you listened to Ashido ramble on. You were feeling fidgety for no reason, finger tapping against your cheek as you resisted the urge to shuffle around and change positions for the umpteenth time.

It wasn't that the conversation was boring perse, you just accidentally zoned out a little while back and could not figure out what they were talking about now. It felt far too late to stop them and ask.

"And then, the fact that no one cares that she cheated, only that he did; which he didn't even, still an asshole, but they were on a break, it's only because they were best friends!" Ashido exclaimed. Kaminari and Kirishima nodded along vehemently.

"I don't think people don't care or think she wasn't wrong but it was just less exciting than the other stuff going on for her character for everyone to freak out about," Jirou said. You weren't really sure if she was arguing or agreeing. This time, only Sero nodded along with her, with much less passion than the other two boys had.

You glance up at Katsuki to see if he had any opinions or any idea what they were possibly going on about. But it looked like he had completely zoned out. You were sure he was still at least partially listening he always was, even when he acted like he was paying no attention.

He looked pretty, well, he always looked pretty but somehow the fluorescent kitchen lights suited him. Catching the ends of his hair, making the spikey points look as soft as you know they are. The warm colour of the lights bounced off his skin so that it looked like he was giving off a warm glow of his own. The overhead light made his hair cast a shadow over his eyes that managed to make the deep red stand out more. The black hoodie he was wearing only made him look cozier and more inviting to you. Though you could imagine anyone else would call you crazy for ever using the word inviting to describe Bakugou Katsuki.

You couldn't help it, really, as you stood back up straight and pressed your shoulder against his side to greedily steal some of that cozy warmth. He looked down at you when you did, his expression not really changing but you could read the almost imperceptible softening of his gaze. His lips twitched up just barely as you brought your hand up to rub circles on his back.

It was almost entirely mindless, honestly, that you slid your hand up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. His hair was soft, you liked playing with it, and you knew he liked when you did.

The action reminded you of what happened a few nights ago. You hadn't brought it up again, yet. For the most part, things had gone back to normal. You hadn't had any intense makeout sessions since, and he was maybe even a little less touchy than normal. Though, the latter observation was kind of a difficult one to be sure was true. You could have just been feeling extra touchy and overthinking it.

Was it a bad time to test it again? Yes. Did doing so make you a bad person? Debatable.

You don't think about it really. You just take a small lock of his hair and give a curious little tug. His hands don't light up but his eyes do.

"The fuck are you doing!" he screeched, stepping away from you and shaking his head to dislodge your hand.

Your friends all look over to the pair of you now.