Vacation (a bakudeku story)

Eat Up Bitches

Bakugou's POV
I got my sliced pork out, and started pounding it. While I did, I thought back to a few seconds ago. Deku sat on my lap, fitting perfectly like a puzzle peice. His small hips on either side, framing mine. The small pink blush spreading across his face and down his neck.

I wonder if when he gets super embarrassed, that his whole body will blush? Down his neck, across his shoulders, spreading down his muscular chest. Slowly appearing on his hips, and making it's way to-

"Want some help?"

"HOLY FUCK!" I whipped around, with the meat pounder in hand. Shinsou was standing there, looking at me.

I opened my mouth to answer, but closed it and looked at him suspiciously. He raised his hands and said he wasnt going to brain wash me.

"Wash your dirty mitts first." I said, going to a cupboard. I got out some salt, pepper, flour, and panko.

"Would ya get a couple eggs and some plates?" I asked, seasoning the pork with salt and pepper. I then added a light coat of flour. Eye Bags laid out two plates and then got some eggs. I placed some panko in one plate, then turned to him.

"Okay, beat one egg on the plate, and then lay the pork in it. Coat it, then put it in the panko. Make sure its covered. In that order. Dont fucking screw it up." I told him. He nodded and continued.

"So, you and Midoriya huh?" He asked, sparking a conversation.

"Yup, me and him. What about it?" I glared, getting a pan out.

I put it on the stove, and covered the bottom with oil. I turned it on to medium and went back over to the cupboard. I grabbed some soup stock while Shinsou started talking.

"I'm happy for you guys. He seems happier. Same for you." He grinned and put a ready pork slice on a paper towel.

I got a pot out and put 3 cups of the soup in. I smiled lightly and went to the fridge again.

"Thanks, I guess, what about you? You got a thing for Pinkie dont you?" I questioned, grabbing some soy sauce. I poured in about 1/3 cup into the soup and went to where he was.

"I- well, um...I..." He lowered his voice down low and looked at me. "yeah, I do I guess." He looked like a tomato.

"She likes you too." I grabbed the sugar, and put about a tablespoon on.

"Really?"

"Ya didnt hear it from me," I laughed.     "Now take all those pork slices and put them in the oil. Keep an eye on them, and flip em when they are golden brown."

After awhile in silence, he had all of the pork chops down. He sliced them into strips and patted the oil off of them.

"Your pretty good at this, you cook?" I asked, mixed an egg and sliced onions into the soup. He brought the sliced pork over to me and sat them on a paper towel.

"When I was a kid, since my dad couldn't sleep, he was up always. Sometimes while my mom slept, we would creep into the kitchen and make food. I got kinda good at it." He smiled fondly.

"You know how to make rice?" I asked. He nodded and started to make it. I continued stirring in the eggs and added some chili powder and cheese. He started to talk as I added the pork strips.

"What about you?"

"My dad was over seas alot. My mom would cry sometimes and I would try to cheer her up. I knew she really liked ramen, but I couldn't make it. So I taught myself. It took a long time, but I did it. So when she cried, I would make her favorite ramen and she would be happy." I grabbed 8 bowls. I laid them all out on a big table the dining room. I didnt even know we had it.