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"Holy shit! What the fuck!"
(Name) jolted awake from her dreamless sleep, sitting up from the warm covers before a sharp throb pulsed in her temples from the abrupt gesture. The incessant curses and frustrated growls from the kitchen registered in her mind as her husband, Katsuki's voice. She sighs and rubs a hand through her disheveled features before glancing at the digital clock by their bedside.
5:27 A.M
She groans and plops back into the warmth of their comforters, his musky scent with a hint of cinnamon engulfed her senses as she lay there. She listened as her vision adjusted to the ceiling fan above, the bangs, thuds, and curses being muffled by the door. Her husband was not usually awake by this time, it was her wake up time by 6 AM and she was partly annoyed at the disturbance. However, whatever waked her hot-tempered pro-hero and professor of a husband, who needed more sleep than she did, got the best of her.
(Name) sighs once more, running a hand through her mussed up (h/c) tresses before lifting the covers off her. The exposure to cooler air tempted her to dive in deeper in the covers as she lifts herself off, her bare feet hitting the cold floor. Stretching her limbs, she stood up, clad only in her husband's shirt, the material falling nearly midthigh on her smaller figure.
She walks through the short hallway adorned with family pictures, photos of their childhood days, high school days, Katsuki's heroic events, their wedding photos as well as other ones from their marriage. (Name) smiles briefly through herself as she walked through a literal memory lane. A mixture of burning and sweet smells evaded her nose as she entered the kitchen and was met with quite a sight.
A mess of ash blonde hair was bent under the oven, a mess of scattered utensils, few drops of stray batter, and an open recipe book that was singed from fire in the edges. (Name) shook her head, knowing that it probably came from his frustration as he held the book open. By guessing from the open oven, splotches of batter, and baking utensils on the counter, he must have been baking. (Name) sighs before chuckling to herself. In all their time together, the (h/c) haired female learned that Katsuki was a good cook but not a good baker.
There were sparks flickering from where the angsty male crouched as he mumbled to himself, "Fucking cake burning without my damn permission."
(Name) smiles, drawing herself closer to her husband as he stands up, his sculpted back tensing under his black tank top before he slams the oven close, growling "shit" in irritation.
"How long ago were you up, early bird?"
The question jumps the man in question as he whips around, hands glowing and ready to fire. Seeing as it was only his beloved wife, arms folded, (e/c) hues shimmering in intrigue, and a tiny smirk on her lips, he let out a breath.
"Fucking hell, idiot! Don't fucking sneak up on me like that!" Katsuki snapped.
The woman only rolls her eyes, stepping closer to him, intending to kiss him good morning as she always did. Though incensed, the ash blond male places his hands on her waist, bending down to press a tender kiss on her soft lips.
"Aww, is pro-hero Katsuki Bakugou caught off guard?" (Name) teases in a whiny tone, impressed with her mood to do so despite having waken up suddenly.
"Shut your face, woman," he growled, lowering his hand to squeeze her bum, causing her to squeak.
"I was awake about an hour ago," Katsuki explains before briefly engulfing her mouth once more in his in attempt to calm himself.
Parting, (Name) hummed, leaning her head against his chiseled chest, inhaling this smoky scent of cinnamon and confectionary from baking. She meant to ask him why, but a yawn escapes her lips, tinkles of fatigue beginning to drift over her senses. Snuggling her head deeper into the warmth of his chest, the ruby-eyed male rubs his rough hand up and down her spine, unconsciously drawing her closer.
