Valby and ZeZee's One-Shots!!!

1- Bakugo- Kitchen Events

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Bakugo: Can He Cook? (A OneShot W/ Bakugo)

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Name= Peri

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--Our PoV--

--Waking Up From Nap-Time--

(And no, we're not a toddler, we're an ADULT... :P)

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I wake up from my evening nap, seeing that I've slept in a bit over my regular time. I would've slept longer-- no regrets--- if not for the loud-ass banging noises coming from downstairs in the kitchen. I'm laying here in bed, slightly irritated, wondering what the duck is going on down stairs. I wait inside the blankets, hoping that the crashing sounds and loud swear words will cease. Just from hearing the swearing, I know exactly who's responsible.

Bakugo. My roommate.

I guess some would say I got lucky to land a really popular Pro-Hero as my roommate, and in some ways, I kinda am. But at the same time... I'm NOT. Not to dis on the guy, but he's so... very.. Fricking. LOUD. I love my sleep, but oftentimes I find myself losing it. To whatever Bakugo does. Literally everything he does, he finds a way to make it loud. Video games: Shouting and raging at the console. Putting lego kits together (like the secret nerd he is): I'd hear him shouting "ouch" repeatedly. (My guess? He steps on them a lot.... (Heh. Noob) ) Watching TV: For some stupid reason he likes to watch shows that PISS HIM OFF. You can only imagine what he does when watching a romance show, and the girl takes off. On second thought, don't ask.

EVEN WALKING. He's marching around like he's the Goddamn king of everything! As if he's expecting things to fall off the shelves and crash to bow before him... So I wake up, hearing something shatter!! I need my sleep!! o(TヘTo) Please.... My sleep...

And that brings us back to the now. I have no idea what he's doing downstairs, but whatever it is, I'm about to march down there and smack him with a ... with a...

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WITH MY PILLOW. I'll give him the beatdown of feathers!! HE... will feel my wrath. Then again, I'm really comfy right now. My blanket cocoon is nothing like a butterfly's, because I never wanna leave. Or grow up. Or go out into the real world.... Real stuff scares me. (⊙_⊙;)

And, then again... Can I really put up with this for much longer? I wait... A silence falls over downstairs.

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CRADUSSHHHH!!!!!

BONK!!!

SLAMMM!!!

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"DAMN*T, YOU STUPID POTATO!!!!" Comes from outside my room.

Grrr!!! That's it!!!

I swing my blankets over the side of the bed, letting them fall to the floor, and I jump up. I throw on a hoodie and some shorts and call it fine. I'm so mad right now I can't even hold onto the sleepiness I had left!! I'm coursing with angry energy! HE's gonna PAY!!!

I march downstairs, ready to yell at him. I hear the banging continue as I make my way down each step. My feet find the wooden planks for the first floor, and I spin around into the hall. I hear the crashes coming from the kitchen. WHY??? It's only four thirty!! It's not dinner time!!!