Two Lives-One Universe || Bakugo x Reader

Unwieldy Deliberation

As the morning sun crept through the curtains, its warm rays gently caressed your face, slowly pulling you out of your slumber.

You fluttered your eyelids open, instantly squinting your eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness that flooded into the room.

You stretched your arms above your head, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin. It was a sudden and welcomed change from the freezing days that had engulfed the area for the winter. The sun seemed to be inviting you to start your day, it was a good omen.

Your eyes landed on a blanket draped over you, it took you a moment to realize that it was Bakugo's.

You slowly sat up, the blanket sliding off your shoulders as you did. Bakugo's body had left a dent in the couch, it was a mark of his disappearance.

But his disappearance was no matter, it was a sunny day, the weather had finally changed for your liking. You ran your fingers against the blanket, the softness of it tingling against your fingers.

You brought the blanket to your face and pressed it against your nose, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply, taking in the gentle scent of Bakugo that lingered on the blanket. It was a comforting scent, one that made you feel instantly at ease.

You carefully got up as if you were trying not to disturb the peaceful slumber of the rug. You stood, placing your hands on your hips as you stretched. A yawn urged itself out as you did.

You heard chatter start to arise from another room, so you made your way to the kitchen, hoping to find some food and maybe a cup of coffee.

You slowly walked, your feet echoing a tapping noise throughout the hallway. Ever since last night, you couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as soon as the tantalizing aroma of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, beckoning you closer. You could almost taste the savory flavors and feel the warmth of the meal on your tongue.

As you stepped into the kitchen, you were greeted by the sight of a bustling stove, with pots and pans simmering and sizzling with delicious ingredients. The sound of knives rhythmically chopping on a wooden cutting board filled the room, along with the soft hum of the refrigerator.

And there was to be seen was Bakugo, he used the knife so precisely and properly that you just watched from afar. You knew that he was good with a knife but that didn't surprise you, what surprised you was that he was cooking in your father's kitchen.

You stepped up to him, wide eyed as he concentrated cutting the vegetables, but the way his hand moved so elegantly made him look like a professional.

"Stop staring at me," Bakugo said, his eyes never leaving the knife.

Without a thought you blurted out, "You're really, really good at that."

Bakugo gave you a glare from the side of his eye, the knife never flailing. "Why's it so surprising, huh?" He spat. "Everything amazes you extras because you can't do shit." 

"Hey, I was complimenting you." You then asked, now curious, "and either way, how did you get my dad to let you use his stuff?"

Bakugo picked up the cutting board and threw the vegetables into a bowl, cleaning the board off professionally with the knife. "None of your business."

"It totally is my business, he's my dad," you stood there for a moment thinking. "What did you do to my dad?"

"Sit down and shut the fuck up," Bakugo breathed through his gritted teeth, pointing the knife in the direction of the table.