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FLAMING HOT CHEETOS.
AFTER THREE DAYS you finally left your room, your fever gone and your appetite for sweets returned. You went on your way to the common area, a slight skip in your step as you held your special gift behind your back. After Bakugo spent the last few nights with you despite your condition, you decided to get the hot-headed boy something for keeping you company.
"Katsuki~" you purred, plopping yourself on the couch next to him, "I got you a present!"
The boy's ears perk up, "Why?"
"Because you kept me company while I was sick, dumbass," you state, leaning towards Bakugo. You pinch his cheek playfully, annoyed that he wasn't giving your generous present much thought.
His face becomes pink under your touch, his eyes narrowing your form to the gesture. Bakugo swiftly turns to face you, his lip drawing back in a snarl.
"Tada~" You displayed the flaming hot Cheetos in front of his raging face, his brows furrowing to the brand.
You move the bad to the side, Bakugo's perplexed expression on full display as he now faced directly across from you. You cock your head to the side, "You like spicy things right?"
Already annoyed by the small pout on your lips, his faces scrunched up and leans back into his space on the couch, snatching the bag of Cheetos from your hand as well. Content with his reaction, you get more comfortable on the couch.
"So you're better?" He mutters, looking at the corner of his eye to see you nod happily. With your answer, Bakugo tosses a strawberry jelly dagashi on your lap.
"Thanks," you chime, your hands already ripping open the packaging.
After your second bite, you glance at the ash-blonde, curious to see if he was enjoying the snack you picked out for him. "So do you like it?" You asked, peeping over at his face.
He glances down at his Cheeto dust-covered fingers, "Why the fuck would I eat something that's gross."
"So, you really do like spicy things," you mumble, taking mental note for future references. "Hey, can I try one?" you asked, Bakugo turning towards you.
Expecting him to start yelling at you, he shockingly agrees. Confused but nonetheless grateful, you glance down at his fingers, "Can you feed it to me?"
"I think the fuck not," he quickly responds.
"But I don't want my fingers to get all dirty," you whine, which makes Bakugo narrow his eyes at you.
