red string of fate 《bakugou katsuki》

04 | hotpot

You place an order for the ingredients on behalf of Bakugou and yourself before returning to your given table where Bakugou was seated at, with an unimpressed scowl painted across his features. Your heart makes a small leap due to fear as you take in deep breaths in attempt to calm yourself down.

For starters, you hand the paper bag over to him, which he responds to with a raised eyebrow. He does not accept it yet as he awaits for you to speak, his arms folded across his chest as he stares at you fiercely.

You breathe. "I've wash your blazer and others. They're packed in here, thank you for the other day again." You make sure not to mention the chocolates in worry that he will claim not to like sweet stuff, making your efforts go to waste. Even if he did not like it, you did not want to hear it.

"Whatever." Bakugou snatches the paper bag from you, settling it down next to him before he resumes back to his previous pose. The atmosphere between the both of you tenses up as no one utters a word and you take the chance to start up some random topic. Right now, you are still not prepared to speak to Bakugou about what you actually wanted to discuss with him.

"So, um, you like spicy food?" You question, your voice coming out weak as you speak.

Bakugou grunts in response. "Pretty much."

"Me too, though my tolerance isn't that high," you rub the back of your head sheepishly. "I probably will get a stomachache tomorrow or something."

"Is that so," his words came out more like a sentence than a question. "Then you should just die."

You smile, as politely as you can. "Maybe I should."

Your reply appears to have shocked Bakugou as his eyes round for a moment before he quickly frowns again. Creases form on his forehead and between his eyebrows as he turns his head away proudly, not even providing you with any sort of eye contact this time round.

The atmosphere gets thick and awkward again but this time, it gets saved by the staff bringing your food onto your table. The portion appears to be ginormous, mainly because of the multiple servings of dishes Bakugou has demanded for you to order, since you two end up having three big servings of dishes which serves at least six people.

You both get your chopsticks, mumbling under your breaths your thanks for the food before both of you start to eat. Bakugou does not hesistate to dig in, reaching out for a slice of Taiwanese sausage in the bowl. You do the same and you feel your tongue go numb almost instantly after you chew onto the mushroom you have taken, swallowing it, proving the crazy spiciness level of the mala hotpot was no joke.

You then decide that it would probably be best for you to start speaking now before your lips get all swollen, in case you become unable to speak comprehensive words when that happens. Settling your chopsticks down, you begin to speak.

"Sorry, I lied about being quirkless," your voice came out barely a whisper. "I know you hate me for it so I apologise to you. I don't expect you to forgive me but at least know that your assumptions about me are correct."

"I fucking knew it," Bakugou says with a mouth filled with food. You hold in a giggle upon seeing the view in front of you, since Bakugou appeared irresistably cute as he stuffed his cheeks with food, appearing to be like a hamster and to be genuinely enjoying his meal. "You have a bloody quirk, I knew it."

"I am not able to tell your what my quirk is, but it isn't much of a physical quirk like yours, one that can help others and save the day," you continue, your heart feeling heavier as the words stream out of your lips. "It is rather, I mean, very useless. Since my quirk is so unhelpful to the extent of making me seem as if I do not have one, I lied and just told you that I am quirkless."