"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?" - 𝐊. 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨
𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨: This story is Slowburn, follows a couple of months after the epilogue and is accurate/realistic.
WARNING: My writing style is very detailed, so if you aren't into d...
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-2nd person pov-
December 26th, Friday - 6:07 pm
The scent of garlic, soy, and toasted sesame had settled thick into the apartment air, clinging to everything like the memory of something good.
You gave the noodles one last toss in the pan, the broth having reduced into a thick, glossy sauce that clung to the cabbage, carrots, onions, and shredded chicken like a dream.
Steam curled upward, and you leaned back with a satisfied breath, hands on your hips.
"It's done!" you called out, your voice rising above the distant sound of Sero and Denki arguing over whatever game had been paused on the living room TV. "Come get your dinner before it disintegrates."
Kirishima popped his head into the kitchen first, eyes lighting up. "Holy crap—it smells amazing. I thought someone lit a yakisoba-scented candle or something."
"Why would that exist?" Bakugo muttered from beside you, grabbing a pair of tongs and starting to serve up steaming piles into the nearest bowls.
"Are you kidding?" Denki said, already wandering in with zero shame. "I'd buy it. I'd light one right before dinner and pretend I can cook."
"That's pathetic," Bakugo muttered, handing him a bowl anyway.
You snorted and slid a few more servings into waiting hands while Kirishima helped carry them into the living room.
Everyone had gathered on the floor and around the couch with their bowls, already digging in.
"Wait, you made this?" Jirou asked through a mouthful, eyes wide as she tasted the first bite. "Is this actually edible? Good, even?"
You raised a brow. "Gee, thanks."
"It was obviously me," Bakugo said, tongs still in hand, tone flat.
"No, you didn't, credit hogger," Mina called from across the room.
You made a so-so gesture. "It was a team effort."
"More like I saved it from disaster," Bakugo muttered, handing you your bowl with a small side-eye.
"I will throw noodles at you," you warned.
"I will catch them with my mouth."
"That's impressive," Kirishima said, returning with his second serving already. "You could go pro with that."
Denki gasped dramatically. "New quirk unlocked?"
"Shut the hell up," Bakugo said, jabbing the tongs in his direction.
