My Queen (Kacchako)

Chapter 8

Ochako's cheeks turned a bright sunny red and asks abruptly, "Do you want help me find my staff?!" She shuts her eyes, clenching her fists and rising her shoulders to her face, afraid of Bakugo's overreaction.

Bakugo stood up and continued to stare at the nervous Ochako. "And why would I want to do that?"

Ochako opened her eyes and saw that he's stood up, facing towards her. His long, darkened red cape dragging on the ground, his orangey-black bands wrapped around both of his large, powerful arms, the big feathery white fur coat wrapped around the back of his neck, with his black tattoo peeking out the side of his shoulder. Her face started to turn into a brighter, flushed tone. She knew his outfit is shirtless, but this time, she observed how defined and strong his body was. His chest and abs were full and standing out, as if he just finished from an intense workout. His biceps were also enlarged, showing a huge amount of strength whether he's relaxed or not.

"I— I don't know.. only if— you're interested in helping me..." Ochako hesitated, looking away from Bakugo.

He raised an eyebrow in confusion, rolled his eyes, and sat back down to stir the food boiling above the fire. "If you haven't noticed, I'm in the middle of fucking doing something right now." He scoffed out.

Ochako watched the food cooking from a distance and sniffed the air. It smelled so delicious, she started to walk towards Bakugo and the source of the delectable smell. "What are you making?" She asks curiously.

"Urm," Bakugo growling while giving Ochako a dirty ass look. He didn't invite her in, why is she just strolling in to his house like that? "Food that you don't like. I put my ungodly amount of hellish spices in this motherfucker." Bakugo bragged, while pouring his hot sauce on top of the chickens.

"I still want to try!" Ochako giggled, taking a seat next to Bakugo on the oversized log.

Bakugo widened his eyes and sneered her giggle. "Good fucking luck then." Handing her a bowl of his spicy hot chicken. Ochako's eyes glistened and admired the presentation of his food. "This looks delicious Bakugo! Thank you!" She cheered.

Bakugo broadened his eyes at Ochako, looking at how happy the food made her, yet she didn't even eat it. He lightly blushed and turned away. Ochako picked up one of the little chickens drenched in blazing hot sauce and took a petite bite. She chews for a little bit and swallows the masterpiece of food. "Oh my gosh! This is so good Bakugo! I didn't know you can cook this well!" She complimented, looking over towards Bakugo. "I never eat exceptional meals like that back home!"

Bakugo returned his look to Ochako, smirking. "Of fucking course it's good. It's the fucking best."

Ochako grinned. They stared at each other for a little bit, until Ochako noticed what was happening. She gasped to herself and hastily turned away, letting her face turn into a bright pink color again.

Her face then started to change to a glowing red hue, burning up. "Ah!" She started to bawl. "So spicy!"

"I fucking told you." Bakugo barked, throwing her a closed bottle of milk from his ice basket.

Ochako popped open the bottle and started gulping down the entire bottle of milk. She instantly felt relief and sighed, "Ah, so much better..." She calmly said while wiping the excess milk off the top of her lip. Bakugo watched that entire scene. She looked so beautiful just eating his cooking, realizing that it's too fucking hot for her, chugging down a whole bottle of milk, then wiping off the excess from her lips. Such a beautiful idiot.

Bakugo ate the rest of his share, cleaned up the dishes and started walking towards the exit of his cave. Ochako looked at him from behind, confused.

"You comin' or not?" He snarled as he turned his head around to see Ochako sitting there clueless.

"Oh! Coming!" Ochako chirped as she ran up to catch up alongside Bakugo.