In need of help | Kiribaku

2.

Bakugou pov

As I finish getting dressed, I take one final look at the mirror to make sure my eyes dont look that red any more. Well the red is still there but not as prominent as before, which I'm glad about. Any possible evidence about what had just happen, must be destroyed, its my and only my issue.

I walk over to the kitchen where my lovely boyfriend stood and made us some noodles with chicken and some special sauce or whatever he calls it.
I like his cooking. They are obviously not as good as my dishes but still tasty.

"Hmm, smells good." I droll.
Because it really smells good, he cooks this often but today is something different and I am especially hungry right now. After I give it another thought, I come to the conclusion, that I might only be this hungry because I just tried to drown myself but who really knows?

Aww is the piggy hungry? Just shut it. I dont need your comments, just let me be hungry you stupid bitch.

"Thanks Kat." He replied as I let my hands slowly slip onto his hips and I hug him from behind.
I enjoy doing this because he is really warm and handsome, I must admit.

"And what is this for?" He asks because I might enjoy this but if I do it too often my emotions think they have the allowance to come out and make me feel overwhelmed and I get the urge to cry out and because I cant let him see my vulnerable side, this is a rare thing for me to do. But right now I dont mind.

"Shut up.." I mumble and smell the scent of him and his clothes. His shirt smells like it had just come out of the dryer and in combination with him, its like a drug of which I cant get enough from. I softly smile at the back of him and my thoughts about earlier let me have this moment and go in the back of my head where they don't bother me.

Kirishima pov

"Ahh, come on man, for real? Why wont you tell me?" I sort of 'beg' him in a dramatic way.
I would be stupid if I wouldnt notice him sniffing on my clothes. Him doing that, makes me feel special because who would randomly smell on somebody if they wouldnt be like really close?
But an answer for my question is still not available.

Its not like I am already used to it over the last years but I am still worried about him.

"...Maybe.." Huh? Where did that come from?
"What do you mean with maybe?"
"Maybe I will tell you later. "
Now that is something new. A Katsuki Bakugou willing to let you have insight on what is going on inside his head. But I dont mind, its progress right?

"I hope you really do as you say!" I cheerfully say.
We stood there for another five minutes before the food was ready and I try to get Katsuki off of me.
"Babe, can you let go? I need to putt the pot on the table along with plates." His grip loosens up a bit so I can move a bit more freely. Bakugou finally lets go completely and starts to lay the table.

We sit down and start to eat, it tastes amazing as always, props on the chef haha.
As I am almost finished with my plate, I notice Bakugou leaning on his palm, zoning out and barely touching his food.
He usually likes my food. Is it too salty?

"Is something wrong with the food?" Bakugou snaps out of his train of thoughts as I ask and looks at me as if he had just seen a ghost. "Did you say something?" "Actually, yes. Is everything fine?" He still looks at me and slowly nods. He now looks at my creation but starts to eat and I cant help but look at him and adore every part of him.

When he finishes, Katsuki helps me get the kitchen back into its original condition and I head to the living room, throw myself on our rather small couch but its enough for the two of us. I aint gonna complain about the high honor of studying at UA and using their accommodations.