Katsuki Bakugou~ Fifi's

Chapter eleven: Love in the dark

There was a knock at your door and you found yourself rushing to get to it. Of course when you opened it you looked well put together, he didn't need to know all the leaps you just took. "Hey," you smiled nervously. When was the last time you had someone over? When was the last time you had someone over for this reason?

"Here," he handed you a bag and then entered the place.

"You're very polite," you closed the door with your hip.

"I brought you food," he pointed a finger at you.

"So?"

"So that was nice of me."

"You sound like an asshole." You placed the bag of food onto the table in your living room. Bakugo opened it while you went and grabbed dishes.

"I'll plate it," he said taking the whole stack from you.

"It's alright, I've got it."

"No," he snatched it from you. "I want make sure you try it all," he mumbled as he tore open a container. Before you knew it he had taken off his shoes and jacket. You were in silk shorts and and a spaghetti strap shirt, while he wore grey trousers and a black polo.

"So," you swallowed the food that was in your mouth. "What's your favorite color?"

"Orange."

"Why?"

He paused, fork hovering over the plate he held in his lap. No one ask that question, you asked what his favorite color was he said orange there is no follow up question. "Uhh..." Did he really have to answer? Couldn't he just pass? "Red can be too strong of a color sometimes, too much of it can be overwhelming for the eyes. Yellows to bright and vibrant though. Orange is a nice combination of joyful and still intimidating." He was practically rambling, over a stupid color at that.

"You like all shades?"

"Fuck no, I appreciate all shades sure but I'm more on the darker side of things."

You laughed, taking a sip from your drink. He liked your laugh although he knew you could do better. It was such a short giggle, he wanted to hear real laughter from you, the kind that leaves you feeling light afterwards.

"What's your favorite color?" That was lame, he should have asked a different question, he was just recycling yours. Stupid, stupid, stupid. The Bakugo Katsuki reduced to an imbecil, a complete idoit. You answered and then there was silence.

"When's your birthday?" You seemed genuinely curious, your optics fixated on him. He felt like he was in the hot seat and damn did it make him antsy. Fuck, you could ask him anything and he'd give an answer.

"April, 20th." He grunted, and then murmured "yours?"

You answered again, placing your empty plate on top of his. He rose to his feet grabbing the dishes, you were quick though and wrapped your hand around his wrist. He didn't like that at all, it wasn't you it was just that his body was so used to fighting. His muscles tightened and he went rigid, holding his breath to keep himself from doing anything else involuntarily. "Sit back down," you let go of him.

"You're not gonna wash the dishes shitty woman?"

"Not shitty, I can do them later we were talking."

"We can talk in the kitchen."

"Bakugo it's late, unwind, relax." You weren't being pushy it really was just a suggestion. He set the plates back on the table plopping back down on the couch. "Relax man, you work hard, you fight hard too. Kick your feet up unwind. It's ok." Despite you persuading him into sitting back down you did get up. You left the plates in the washbasin and filled both of your cups.

"I'm assuming this is your time to unwind too?"

"Yeah, sorry you were kind of stressing me out there. I don't really live in the on position like you do, it doesn't work for me." You gave him this look, he can't describe it, not easily at least. It was concern and care, it was soft but also firm? You looked both confused yet as if you still somehow understood. "I don't know how you don't get burnt out." Oh so that was the look in your eyes, now it made a little more sense.

He shrugged, "read in my free time." He then gestured to your bookshelf, "go to the art museum." This time he gestured to the open sketchbook you had lying around.

"Music?"

"I don't mind it, never really found anything I had to hear again though." He chuckled a little, tilting his head to the side so that he could smile at you. "Not until I heard this girl," that look you loved so much had mad a guest appearance. Those fireworks going off inside his eyes, "she's a marvelous singer. The first time I heard her," he had moved so that more of his torso faced you. His closed his eyes so that he could see it better, his face twisting into a grimace. "I was sitting in the back of some grimy burlesque scoping out the extras. I thought she was pretty, easy on the eyes you know? Admittedly I was paying that much attention to her at first," he took a deep breath. "She was just an extra but..." he opened his ruby eyes. "dammit her voice gave me chills."

"Bakugo-"

"And then poor thing," he leaned in real close. "She found herself on the other side of town no where near where she should be, and she's drunk off her ass. On illegal alcohol might I add. Here I am, this big scary guy that should blow up that whole fucking operation and you know what the drunk tells me?"

You shake your head.

"I look pretty. Of course this was while she was bitching at me about my attitude and how Ms.Independent doesn't need a man to help her."

"Bakugo," you whined. "You're exaggerating it."

"No I'm not, it's all true."

This time you were the one that kissed their teeth. He yawned pulling a laugh from you as a result.

"You tired already," you teased.

"Only lunatics stay up this late."

"Let's wash the dishes then so we can go to bed."

"Bout time pig."

You booth stood there at the sink, him washing and rinsing while you dried and put them away. The two of you would purposely bump shoulders and hips, pushing and nudging each other back and forth, back and forth. "You're gonna sleep on the couch?" You asked as you dried off your hands with a rag.

"Yeah," he yawned.

"Can I join you?" You were already at your bookshelf picking out something good to read him.

"Clingy aren't you?"

"You know what forget it." You threw the book down on the table and had started stomping away.

"I'm just playing with you dumbass, you can be my teddy bear if you want to be." Despite how embarrassing it was you picked back up the book and laid down with him. The blonde wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you onto his chest. You tossed one your legs across his hip and between his legs. "You gonna read to me," he teased you.

"You gonna stop squirming?"

"You're definitely not gonna like me in the morning."

"Bakugo!"

"Read me the damn story," he huffed. You started from the beginning in a few minutes you had both drifted off to sleep. This was nice, he smelled nice, he looked nice, and if you were lucky he acted nice too. You liked this, you really liked this, it was nice.