Chapter 3 - Lunch

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Bakugou's pov:

I wake up to the smell of bacon and .... eggs? I think it's eggs, drifting through the open doorway of the bedroom. I sit up and look around me, fully taking in the details around me. It was too dark last night to properly admire how beautiful the room truly is. It's so well decorated and styled. The beautiful dark greens, whites and shades of black make the room look stunning as the sunlight shines across it all. Even the curtains are pretty. He must have put so much thought into this... a soft smile comes over my face as I think about it. He has fabulous taste.

(PICTURES OF THE HOUSE)

(PICTURES OF THE HOUSE)

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Deku's Room

The kitchen

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The kitchen

The lounge room

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The lounge room

(You can imagine the rooms however you want! The images are just here to provide an idea.)

I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and rest my feet on the soft fur rug, I wiggle my toes in it for a few seconds, admiring how soft it is. This must be real fur, I smiled again for about the 5th time this morning before slowly standing up. I notice the note on the the bedside table and pick it up, reading the note aloud:

"Good morning, baby, there is a gown and a pair of boxers on the chair in the corner for you to wear, please put them on and come downstairs for lunch - Love Deku."

A gown? I walk over to the chair and pick up the beautiful piece of cloth and my heart almost stops. "I-is this pure s-silk?!" I knew he was rich but I didn't think he was this rich, holy shit. I put on the boxers and gown and speed walk out of the room and down the stairs. I smell my way to the kitchen and the first thing I see is Deku standing in all his morning glory, hair messy but a hot messy, no shirt and only a pair of loose sweatpants on. I blush heavily and stop to admire him. I feel like a pervert but he was staring at me last night so really I'm only returning the favour.

"Good morning, baby, how long are you planning to stare for?" I jumped hearing him suddenly speak and blush again, realising he knew I was staring. "S-sorry" I quickly apologise because I know it's rude to stare, even if he was the original starer.... "No need to apologise, darling, I don't mind" he says in a seductive tone as he winks at me, causing me to blush again, I must look like a tomato at this point. He chuckles and starts scooping the bacon and eggs out of the frying pan and onto plates. "Here" he says, handing me a plate full to the brim. "T-thank you" he nods and makes himself a plate before turning and walking away. I'm confused for a moment before he gives me a hand signal to follow.

I follow him as he walks down a long corridor and then turns into a huge doorway which I assume is double doors but they were already open. "This is the living room, feel free to make yourself at home, darl". He says, sitting down on the couch and taking a quick bite of his food before he grabs the remote. I stay standing in the doorway, looking around in awe. It's stunning, the room doesn't just feel warm because of the old fireplace in the corner but it also looks warm, super welcoming and cosy. I quietly make my way over to the couch and gently sit down next to Deku. I see Netflix load up on the HUGE tv screen and resist the urge to ask how he could afford it. What a dumb thought I think quietly, of course he can afford it, I've literally seen the rest of his mansion! Not even a house, a whole mansion!

"What would you like to watch, darl?" he asks me while scanning through a couple shows. "Oh umm I-I'm not really sure, you can p-pick" I reply while shoving a piece of bacon and egg in my mouth. My mouth waters the moment the bacon touch's my tongue, holy shit I think to myself, this is soooo good. "T-this is really good, thank you de- "Izuku" ku- what?" "Izuku" he repeats "You can call me izuku, darling" he confirms with a gentle smile. "O-oh ok" I blush and smile as I cut another piece of bacon and shove it into my mouth.

He selects a show and it starts to play on the screen. I hum in content as one of my favourite shows comes on the screen. "You like this show?" he asks while setting his plate down on the table after he ate the last bite. "Its my favourite" I reply with a shy smile and blush, returning my attention to the T.V. "You have good taste then, I'm impressed" This startles me a bit as I hadn't expected a compliment. "T-thank you, I-izuku" I curse myself for stuttering but I am literally full of nerves at the moment, not only is my crush sitting next to me but the things that have happened in the past day are enough to make anyone nervous. I'm still not sure if he likes me or if I'm just convenient at the moment but I'm tired of being sad and constantly worrying about people hating me and doing my best not to upset people I don't even know.

My hand clenched tightly around my fork as I chewed my food. He does like me and he does care about me. I won't accept it any other way.




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