How to Be A Stripper (Bakugou x Reader) AU

Dinner & A Familiar Face~ 8

Todoroki dropped me off at the house and I ran into the bathroom.

What the fuck even happened?

I laid on the bathroom floor hiding from reality for about thirty minutes before standing up and looking in the mirror. My face looked so tired. I pulled out my phone to see that it was 5:00.

I splashed water on my face, then pulled myself together. I can get through a bit of embarrassment. Everyone does. I just can't loose myself like that.

I walked out to the kitchen, got out the pasta and started making spaghetti. After the spaghetti was done I warmed up the tacos and hopped in the shower for about 10 minutes, then got back out. It was 5:57 pm and Bakugou would be here any minute.

I grabbed some blue jeans and a grey sweatshirt. With my work uniform in a plastic bag and dinner set up I was ready.

The door slammed open and in walked a tired Bakugou already unbuttoning his shirt.

"WHA-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I covered my eyes after I dropped the napkins.

He finished unbuttoning his shirt and flung it over his shoulder. "Relax, it's not like I'm stripping butt naked," he huffed.

"T-then why are you taking your shirt off??" my voice squeaked.

Katsuki walked passed me and went into his room. "Cause I want to take off my work clothes. Now get your nose out of my business."

"Might as well give me a photo shoot..." I whispered under my breath as I huffed and sat down at one of the bar stools.

"Maybe if you're cooking is good I'll throw in an autograph too!" He shouted while slamming his bedroom door shut.

Damn that jackass. I bit my lip and flickered my eyes to the dishes.

Here I was sitting with my spaghetti tacos acting like an idiot. I put a hand up to my face and tried to wipe the stress from it.

A moment later Katsuki left his room in black skinny jeans, his black sleeveless button up, and grey timberlands.

He plopped his ass in a bar seat across from me and his face contorted in disgust. "What the fuck is this shit supposed to be?" He snarled.

I dug my nails into my palm. "I-it's spaghetti tacos..." my voice trailed off as my face burned red. I couldn't help but keep my eyes focused on my plate.

He hates it... Doesn't he?

*CRONCH*

My eyes looked up and saw him with a mouth full of my spaghetti tacos.

He... He's eating it...

I couldn't help my eyes welling up in tears. A quivering smile couldn't help but make its way onto my face.

"Hey!"

I was snapped out of trance. He was staring at me with a frown on his face. He looked uneasy.

"Y-yes...?" I spoke fumbling with the hem of my shirt.

"Eat your food." He said simply. He stood up and wiped his mouth with a napkin. Katsuki brought his plate over to the sink.

He washed the bits of sauce left over on his plate and put it in the dish washer. "You have a hour and a half left. Clean yourself up, then we leave."

I snapped my eyes to his back. "I'll be in my room. And don't bother me."

His voice was plain, yet his words were harsh. I'm not sure why, but I found comfort in his presence at the moment.

I don't want to be alone right now... Not now...

*KNOCK KNOCK*

There was someone at the door. I wiped the tears from my face and ran to the bathroom. Katsuki was already heading to the door.

I splashed cold water on my face and neatened up my hair. I barely touched my food and I could feel my stomach grumbling.

I could hear muffled voices outside the door.

After taking a minute to compose myself and a good pep talk-

EAT UP YOUR FEELINGS LIKE YOU EAT FRENCH FRIES!!

-I turned the knob to the bathroom door. I turned my head to see Katsuki talking to-

"THE LITTLE OLD LADY FROM THE PLANE!!!!" I shouted as I ran up to her and gave her a hug. Her little wrinkly hands wrapped around me.

"Y/n! It's so good to see you again!!" She gave a warm smile. "I guess it truly is a small world!"

"If only it was bigger..." Bakugou huffed.

"Oh cheer up little cinnamon!" She said with a happy laugh from the heart.

"OHHHHHH!! He's little cinnamon?!" I said with a face of realization. "Why'd ya call him that?" I said with no disrespect.

"Have you ever heard of the cinnamon challenge?" Katsuki now had his face in his hand.

"Yeah..."

"Well... my grandma found videos of it a few years ago and said that the reaction people gave when they had a mouth full of cinnamon reminded her of me." I couldn't contain my laughter and was dying.

"Oh! And also cinnamon rhymes with crimson! And little cinnamon has crimson red eyes." She gave another belly laugh.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"

"You sound like a dying goose," Katsuki mumbled as he sipped bourbon from a glass.

I snorted. "And you sound like an angry possum."

"Do possums make sounds?" my dear little old friend questioned.

"Uhh... I think so." I smiled.

Time skip: 1 hr and 10 minutes~~~~~~~

"Good by Ms..." I trailed off realizing I never asked for her name.

"Oh just call me Grandma!" She gave another heart warming smile.

"You sure you can't stay?" I asked, even there was no place for her to sleep. I would gladly take the floor and let her sleep on the couch though. It would be better for her back if she slept in Katsuki's bed though.

"Oh I'm sure sweety! Katsuki's Grandpappie wants me home in time to watch American Cheapscapes." She smiled and gave me a goodbye hug.

She smelled like apple pie. "Bye Grandma, tell Harold I said hi." Katsuki spoke while right behind me.

"Alright! Haha."

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Author's Note:

Bada Bing Bada Boom