Katsuki Bakugō × Innocent!Reader

Bakugō had invited you over to his house for dinner. Well, his mom forced him to ask you over. Mitsuki and Masaru loved you. Probably more than Bakugō did.

You arrived early, intending to assist Mitsuki with cooking and setting the table. You knocked on the front door and stepped back, waiting for it to be answered. It only took a few seconds before you heard the furious stomping of Bakugō's house slippers. Screaming could be heard, but what was being said was incomprehensible.

The front door clicked and pivoted open. Standing in the door frame was the immense, intimidating figure of Bakugō.

He was much taller than you and much more burly. You wondered how he could ever love a shrimpy girl like you, but somehow he did, even if he never said those three simple words.

"What the hell are you doing here? Dinner isn't till six." Bakugō snarled.

"I thought maybe I could help your mom with dinner."

And as if she were summoned, Mitsuki pushed Bakugō to the side and hurled herself out of the house. She threw her arms around you, pinning your arms to your sides and smashing your ribs. Bakugō undoubtedly got his strength from her.

"Y/N! My favorite child!" She squealed.

"SHE ISN'T EVEN YOUR KID!" Bakugō shouted.

Mitsuki declared, spinning to face Bakugō and rocking her hip to the side, leaning forward and pointing at him with a smug look on her face.

"Well, if you weren't such a weakling, she would be by now."

Bakugō flushed a radiant hue of rose as he curved his face away, and you did the same at the thought of marriage.

Mitsuki sneered.

"So, are we just going to stand out here, or what?"

Mitsuki led you inside toward the living room, and Bakugō followed behind, slumping forward with his hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants.

You sat down on the couch, slipping on the pair of house slippers Mitsuki gave you.

"We weren't expecting you to come so early." Mitsuki gave off an uneasy smile, clutching her hands together by her chest.

"Dinner isn't even ready yet."

"It's alright, really. I actually came early so I could help you guys cook." You clarified. Giving off a similar, if not identical, anxious smile that Mitsuki had.

"Why can't you be more like her?" Mitsuki shouted, slapping Bakugō on the back of his head.

"I would help, but you're always in my damn way!"

The two broke out into a fight right in front of you. Those two were shameless when it came to their emotions.

"Hey!" Masaru clamored, peering out of the kitchen.

"The miso-glazed eggplant is in the oven, but we still need the other ingredients."

Mitsuki stopped mid-fight. "Oh, how could I forget? The onigiri!"

Masaru trekked over to the front door, picked up his keys, and put on his shoes. Then he unlocked the door and stood in the door frame, waiting for his mistress.

"The miso-glazed eggplant needs to be taken out of the oven in a few minutes. Be a dear and set it on the counter when it's done."

"Sure thing, Mrs. Bakugō." You chuckled.

Mitsuki slipped on her shoes.

"You two, enjoy yourselves while we're gone! But not too much~."