Crimson Eyes {{Katsuki Bakugo X Reader}}

24

~Bakugo POV~

We walked into her kitchen. She leaned up against the counter with her arms crossed over her midsection. 

"what do you usually cook?" i asked, opening the fridge.

"I don't.. Due to dad's schedule I never really have a chance to. So i usually eat ramen or a sandwich," she said casually. I felt my eyebrow twitch in annoyance.

"You're trying to be a hero, but you don't even eat right? How are you going to grow stronger?" She was silent for a second, like she was thinking. "tch. Whatever. With what you have here i'll just make some stir fry." I started to pull out the few vegetables in the fridge and a pack of chicken. I heard her rummage in her cabinets. 

"Should I make some rice?" I glanced over at her, holding the bag of rice in her hands. 

"do whatever, its your fucking home." She nodded and started measuring out some rice to wash off. She wasn't saying anything and it was starting to really get under my skin, and i didn't know why. I liked her back in the day, sure. But i thought i was over it. She clearly was. So then... why does my heart still beat so hard when shes around? Its an inconvenience. She was an inconvenience. I don't need anymore distractions. She put the rice into the rice cooker and started it. "Where do you keep a cutting board?" I started to rinse the veggies. I heard her open and shut a cabinet door. She set the cutting board down beside me.

"what can I do to help?" she asked. I rolled my eyes.

"nothing. stay out of my way. Go listen to your shitty music or whatever." I started to shake the water off the vegetables. She sighed and walked back into the living room. She turned up the volume of her music and i started to focus on what i was doing. I chopped the veggies up into uniform slices and set them to the side so i could tend to the chicken. After i had it cut and seasoned i put it in a separate bowl. i rinsed off her cutting board and placed it into the dishwasher to be taken care of after dinner. I washed my hands and then went back to the fridge to grab ingredients for a sauce. As i shut the door I looked over into the living room and saw her dancing in a very fluid manor to her music. the way she moved her hips and rolled her body with her arms following in such a natural way had me in a trance. She was singing along softly and it was like she was singing with her soul. I felt my heart swell and pound heavily. It felt like it was beating louder than her music. I had to tear myself away so she wouldn't catch me staring. I started to heat up the wok. I was angry. Why did she have so much of an effect on me?! I huffed while adding oil to the hot wok. I threw the chicken in and started to cook it. I noticed the music get turned down some as a softer song started to play. I heard her feet hit the laminate, signaling she had come in.

"Its smelling really good," she said in a cheery voice. I gripped the spatula harder, trying to stay under control of my emotions. She walked around me and hopped up onto the counter, making it her seat. I pulled the chicken out of the wok when it was almost done and threw the veggies in to start to cook. She hummed softly to the little bit of music coming in, clearly going into a day dream. Her phone buzzed and in a few seconds she was giggling.

"The fuck are you laughing at?" I asked, adding the chicken back into the stir fry to finish cooking.

"mina," she responded, still giggling. Tch. "she says hi."

"You told her i was here?!" I yelled, turning around quickly. "I dont even know who that is!" She rolled her eyes, then  looked back at her screen, still smiling.

"She's in our class Kacchan. She's pink?"

"Why the hell did you tell the pink alien i was here?!"  She shrugged.

"Mina asked what i was up to," she plainly stated. i growled in annoyance, turning my attention back to the food so i could add the sauce. The rice cooker went off and (y/n) slid off the counter to turn it off. She started to portion some out into bowls for us while i turned off the burner for the wok. I divided the food into equal servings for us. I set them on the table while she went to the fridge to get a drink. "what would you like to drink?"