Hot-headed Love (Katsuki Bakugou x OC) *UNDERGOING EDITING*

Chapter Seven

It felt a lot more home-like.

Like the idiot he is, Katsuki left his clothes in his room. It's not like he was used to some girl from school being in his room.

"Doll Face, Get the fuck out of my room so I can change!" He yells out from his door. He only hears her insult him and walking out. He changes himself, and contemplates inviting her in again. He didn't need too, as she already entered again.

"Your room is cute." She mentions, plopping down on his bed beside him. It irked him how she just invited herself onto HIS bed.

"What does that mean?"

"You don't have to consider everything I say as an insult. It means exactly what I said; It's cute." She says, getting up to go to his closet. "This skirt is annoying me." She grabbed a pair of his sweatpants and ordered him to turn around while she changed.

"You're not wearing my pants. It's bad enough you're wearing my top." He says, but as soon as she had a stupid grin on her face and her fingers looped on the waistband of her skirt, he shut up. Turning, he mumbled curses at her.

She changed and got his attention again by complaining, "I'm bored. Wanna bake?"

His eyebrow quirks, "Are you asking me to smoke?"

He watches the annoyance go through her face, "No, I'm asking you to bake. Like cookies or something." A smirk tugs onto his lips.

"I know. I just don't want to."

"We can make it for our classmates and your parents!"

"Gives me way less of a reason to want to do it." She rolls her eyes.

"I wasn't actually asking you. Come on, to the kitchen." He doesn't get up so she heats up her hands so the warmth is more painful than comforting. She grabs his arm and forces him out.

"You're awfully stubborn."

"I can say the same to you."

"Just fucking let loose and have fun. You don't need to put up your big boy act in front of me." She states with a cross of her arms.

"You're saying I'm not fun?" He challenges, his own arms crossing.

"Dude, you are so boring! You do nothing but yell and train all day."

"just preparing for that number one spot."

"You mean the spot that's going to me? I don't lose, Katsu."

"Me neither, Doll Face."

"Then lets test that now, with cookies. Class decides who the winner is. We don't say who made which so its completely unbiased and fair. I don't like losing when it's in my favour."

"Fair game, it's a deal." He smirks a smirk that screams confidence, and Lena copies it in her own fashion. They race downstairs and Katsuki shows her all the supplies.

She looks at the various items they own, "this is a lot, who bakes?"

"Me, idiot." He doesn't miss the look of shock on her face.

"No fucking way, so this is gonna be an actual competition. I need music." She forces Katsuki to get her speaker and she connects her phone, playing her music. Katsuki was annoyed with it at first, but she didn't miss him tapping his fingers along to the beat of the drums when she played rock, or his hum and sway when she played her sadder, more melodic songs.

"You play the drums?" She asks, the first time he plays the beat with his fingers.

"Hm? Yeah, what about it?" He follows with a, "stop annoying me, I have a contest to win."