Smoke and Embers | Bakugo x reader fanfic

Cooking Chaos

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Bakugos Point Of View:

 My alarm goes off the moment I step in front of Y/n's door.

I'm not about to wait around for her to decide when she wants to join the rest of the class. So, I barge into her room, not bothering to knock,

"Oi, wake up!" I bellowed,  turning on the lights in her room. 

She groaned like I just murdered her favorite pillow.

"Ugh, you ruined a really interesting dream, Bakugo," she muttered from under her blanket, not even bothering to look at me. I could already tell it wasn't going to be a fun wake-up.

"What was it about?" I asked, already thinking she'd just keep it to herself. When she didn't answer, I could feel the irritation building up in me.

"Forget it," she grumbled, tossing the blanket over her head as if she could block me out.

"Oi!" I snapped, grabbing the blanket and yanking it off her. "Wake up, dumbass, its passed noon."

She hissed, like some kind of vampire, pulling her hand over her eyes to shield them from the light. "Fuck, you're worse than a damn alarm clock," she growled, squinting at me from under her hand.

"Yeah, well, you better get up." Without waiting for her to respond, I leaned down and wrapped my arms around her, I kissed her on top of her head, then planted several on her cheek just to try get her riled up.

She was fighting her giggles. Fuck, it's adorable. 

"Okay, I'm up, I'm up!" she says, trying to shove me off the bed.

I smirked, my hands still on her, enjoying the way she tried to wiggle away . But I wasn't gonna let her off that easy. I pulled away slightly. "A bunch of the idiots downstairs are doing some cooking competition. Probably gonna start soon."

y/n's eyes snapped open, and I saw her reaction immediately. She shot up in bed. "Did you say... home-cooked food?"

"Yeah, yeah," I waved her off, "Don't get your hopes up. They probably don't know how to cook to save their lives." But that didn't stop her. She practically jumped out of bed, asking for five minutes to get herself together.

"Five minutes." I grumbled under my breath, but I couldn't stop myself from watching as she brushed her hair, and grabbed her mascara. I leaned against the wall, folding my arms over my chest, just staring at her. I didn't even care if it made me look like a creep, and I wasn't about to look away.

She caught me staring, her face turning even redder, and she shot me a glare that was hotter than anything I could make. "What the hell are you looking at?" she snapped, making me smirk.

I shrugged. "Nothing. Just admiring the view."

Her eyes narrowed, and she quickly turned back to the mirror, her movements jerky as she finished up. She muttered something under her breath about me being a pain in the ass.

"Oi, hurry up already," I said again, already getting impatient. "You've got five minutes, remember?"

She shot me another look. "I'm going, I'm going!"

The bickering starts again as we both head down to the common area. Class 1-A's chaos is in full swing.

"Looks like a damn disaster in here," I mutter under my breath as we enter. There's food everywhere, people shouting, arguing, and—of course—stuff spilling all over the place. The people behind the pans? Kaminari, Ochako, and Sato.