Stupid Bunny. (Bakugo's Demise.)

✨Chapter 68✨

You'd fallen back asleep, as you always end up doing. Either after successfully calming down or crying enough tears..
This time, as you came to... You smelled the lovely scent of food cooking.
Maybe it wasn't for you, but you were sure about to find out what was so damn delicious.
Could one ask for a better wake up?
Despite the fact, as you turned over, you saw that Katsuki wasn't there.

And uncharacteristically, alarm bells weren't ringing off... Yet the one that was...is- that must be Katsuki?
But there was no way. He totally can't cook. Dude can barely bake cookies.

You were shuffling out of the sheet and onto the floor. A bit sleepy at that.
You could totally go back to sleep after figuring out where that delectable scent was coming from.

Making your way down the stairs.. down the hallway of course.
To the kitchen.
Maybe Mitsuki?
She looks like the type to be a cooking fiend.
But you were sure to tell her as you entered, "Oh my god that smells so good-"

Completely proven wrong by your thought, you were astonished to see your boyfriend in an apron.
And he was infact the one cooking. You're instincts are correct.

That's just his routine at home. Parents leave in the morning and he makes himself breakfast..
Yet now he feels obligated to feed you.
Not that it's a complaint, he kind of likes it..

"At you hungry?" He asked, trying to dictate if he should make more or less.

God you'd been waiting to get asked.
"Yes, oh my gosh."
You were creeping up closer to him, eyeing the frying pan on the stove.
Not the traditional, but shit.
You aren't used to seeing more western cooking for breakfast.
(Laws of fanfic, amiright?)

"That, that is beautiful. Is there anything you can't do?"

"Nope." He said honestly.
"Not one."
"I'm a dream, (Y/n)."
He was more so making fun of his mother. Even rolling his eyes as he did so.

You were wrapping arms around his waist, giving him a tight squeeze from behind. "You sure are, I never want to wake up."

He could throw up, but something was telling him not too.

"Bro your making bacoonnnn!" You said excitedly.
He couldn't help but smile, "Yup."
"And it's done, go grab two plates."
He gestured for you, hoping to make this a little easier.

"Where?"

He pointed to the cabinet above the sink. You trotted yourself on over there, pulling it open and reaching in for two measly wittle plates.
Then, handing them to Bakugo to expertly plate your damn food.
He handed it to you.
On the way to the dining room, you questioned, "Where's your mom?"

All he did was sigh, "Their both at work."
Obviously referring to both his mom and dad.

"Omg, Kat-" you began, running to set your plate down and get into your seat.

He went to sit down next to you, but you stopped him and pointed across the table. "No, sit over there."

Katsuki cocked an eyebrow, leisurely making his way over to the other side.
"Why?"
Maybe it was useless to ask.

You sat on your knees, because there was no other comfortable way to sit.. duh.

"Pretend like this is a date." You were giggling.
"Oh yeah, a bacon and eggs date. Super romantic." He rolled his eyes.
Still, you were shoving delicious food to your face.
And it was certainly promising.

"Oh my gosh, I knew it was gonna be good.. but not so delectably delicious."

He rolled his eyes, certainly you were blowing smoke up his ass. Who can fuck up eggs and bacon?
"C'mon, it's nothing special."
You gasped, "Katsuki.."
"Anything from you is special."
"Even your farts."
He couldn't believe you'd just say that right to him. So deadass nonetheless.
"Ew gross-"
You laughed, "I would say.. it's love."
It was so stupid he couldn't help but chuckle.