bakutodo / todobaku [oneshots]

the kitchen is on fire // fluff

notes:
fluff // established relationship

they're 18, just moved into their own apartment & dating ^^

remake from my other bnha oneshots book

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Bakugou's POV

"Alright, IcyHot," I say, grinning, "I'm so glad you let me do this."

"You promised to only teach me how to cook soba for when you're not around," Shouto says as he lift the apron I bought for him out of the shopping bag. "And, do I really have to wear this?"

"Yes," I demand, and step behind him to tie up the apron. He steps back around to face me and sighs. The apron has All Might on it, clearly showing the way his tight suit clings to his toned muscles, and it lines up perfectly with Shoto's arms and head. "You look sexy as fuck."

He blushes and looks down, and I smirk — I don't think I'll ever get bored of messing with him and making him flustered.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..." he mumbles, rolling his eyes. "Can we start cooking now?"

I grab his waist with one hand and pull him closer to me, placing my other hand under his chin to tilt his head back up. I kiss him softly on the lips and give his bottom a lip a small bite as I pull away. His cheeks go even more red and I laugh.

"It's so easy to tease you, Shou. Alright, let's start cooking now!" I let go of him and go to get the equipment from out of the cupboard. He huffs but watches me silently whilst I take buckwheat flour, some normal flour, a rolling pin, a bowl and a pan out.

"I thought you were teaching me how to make soba, KitKat?"

I smile when he calls me by my nickname. Even though we've been dating for the past two and bit years, ever since he confessed during our last ever provisional-licence-extra-lessons, he's still quite shy to be affectionate in public and he only uses pet names when we're alone or at home — it never fails to make me smile.

I chuckle. "I am, Half N Half! I am teaching you to make soba... from scratch!" I exclaim, grinning maniacally.

His mouth drops. "Wh- No- Bu- Soba is meant to be quick and easy to make!"

"Cooking the soba is the same, wether it's shop-bought or homemade. If I show you how to make it from scratch, you'll be learning two things," I counter, matter-of-factly.

My red and white haired boyfriend is at a loss for words, dumbfounded. I wink at him and start pouring the flour into a bowl. "Imagine one day, I'm out late doing hero work and you have a night off. You're hungry and want to make soba. So first, get out the buckwheat flour."

I walk him through the rest of the process. Shouto watches with wide eyes, nodding gently, until we get to kneading the dough, where he throws his hands up in fustration. He's glaring at the dough in front of us and his hair falls in front of his face, slightly dusty from all the flour we used. Ugh, he's so cute.

"KitKat, I can't knead the fucking dough! My hands just don't move right."

"It's not that hard! Look, it's just like this..." I throw some more flour onto the dough. Then, I stand behind him and place my hands on top of his. I lace my fingers through his warm and cold ones and move his hands, pressing the base of his palm into the dough, so that he kneads it. He starts to get the hang of it and kneads the dough without my help, but I don't move, keeping my hands still atop his and resting my head on the right, warm side of his back. He starts humming a song or something and I slowly drift off to sleep...

"Katsu look — I'm kneading the dough!" he suddenly exclaims and I blink rapidly to wake myself up. I move off him and look at the dough.

"Yeah, it's looking good! Well done Shou! Now we need to cut it into thin strands, y'know, the thing you're probably more familiar with."

He smiles proudly and I blush as I start sprinkling flour over the dough. He's too cute. I reach up with a floury hand and tap his nose, leaving a white circle. He sniffs it and immediately starts inhaling.

Oh shit, he's going to sneeze.

No, no, no, not in here!

"Shouto, get ou-" I yell but I'm cut off by his loud sneeze. Ice suddenly covers his left side whilst flames erupt from his right side and I back away from the intense heat. In a split second, the red and orange children of hell eat up the flammable flour particles that are floating in the air, and the fire rapidly spreads through our small kitchen. The flames latch onto cloths and wooden utensils, and even though Shouto is already back to normal, the kitchen is a burning mess.

"Oh shit," he mumbles and walks through the flames to the fire blanket on the wall. Since I'm not immune to the flames like that dumbass is, I run out of the kitchen and open the windows in our living room, exposing our apartment to the noisy sounds of the city many feet below us, desperately breathing in the cool air.

"Everything's okay, KitKat, I cleared up the fire!" Shouto calls out to me after a few minutes. "Sorry for causing it," he adds on, mumbling sheepishly.

I peek through the door and sigh in relief when I see that the fire is gone. "Dammit Shouto, you could've totally ruined this place!" I scold but there's no anger in my voice and I'm grinning. I'm happy to see him okay.

"I would never want to ruin our first apartment together! But, a few of the tea towels are burnt..."

I shrug and look at the soba dough which still needs to be cut and boiled. At least the dough is salvageable, even if the soba might end up tasting of smoke. "You know what, you're not responsible enough to make soba."

"What?" he exclaims, staring at me with his beautiful blue and grey eyes. "I'd say I'm the most responsible one in this relationship."

Excuse me?

The most responsible at being a fucking gorgeous mess is more accurate.

I meet his gaze and hold eye contact, a bored scowl painting my face. "Shou, you literally just set our kitchen on fire."

My boyfriend nods, his slight smirk hidden him confidently deadpanning, "Yes, and I take full responsibility for that."

I groan aloud and he giggles. Goddamn his adorable face and his adorable giggles! I instantly wrap my arms around him, resting my head on his chest, half of my face touching his warm skin because he burnt his clothes off. I lift a hand up and trace hearts onto his exposed, warm back.

"You're a fucking idiot, you know that, Shou?"

He hugs me tightly and kisses the top of my hair, nuzzling his face into my spiky but soft hair.

"Fine, KitKat, but at least I'm your idiot."