30 Day Kiribaku (And More) Smut/Oneshot Book!

Teaser: "I've been bad!"

Day: 0/30 (Smut)

Prompt: ?????

Couple: M/M Kirishima, Bakugou

Words: 2,372
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*I haven't written in a while., I'm a bit rusty, please bare with me*

When Kirishima woke, his eyes were practically blinded by unfiltered sunlight. He groaned and lifted his head. Patting along the left side of the bed he frowns. It's empty. He sighs and fully sits up.

"Katsuki?" he whines.

Nothing.

"Where the fuck?'

Reluctantly, Kirishima stands from the bed. He stretched his limbs and rubbed his eyes, grabbed his phone off of his nightstand and left his bedroom. The second he crossed the threshold of the door he was hit with an overwhelming smell of breakfast, the smell of bacon is all he could deduce with his nose. So instinctively, he got closer to investigate.

Once Kirishima entered the kitchen he was sad to see the room empty, he looked around. No one. He then opened the fridge in search of that oh so taunting breakfast Katsuki undoubtedly made. But inside he didn't find it.

"What?" Kirishima gasps in annoyance. He hears a cling of cutlery against glass and walks to the dining room.

And low and behold, here he is, Katsuki's on his phone at the table, eating breakfast and effectively ignoring Kirishima.

"Why didn't you wake me up today, love?"

Katsuki tensed as if surprised by Kirishima's presence. his shoulders slouched and he sighed angrily as if he were interrupted.

"I didn't fucking feel like it. Got a problem?"

Kirishima Immediately began scraping though the furthest corners of his brain to find what he may have done wrong. Katsuki was perfectly fine last night. Or was he? He opened his mouth after choosing his words carefully.

"Goodmorning?" he said.

Although Kirishima was talking to Katsuki's back, he could tell just by decades of knowing the other, he vigorously rolled his eyes when grunted.

"You made breakfast?" Kirishima added.

Katsuki's body tensed more. He gripped his fork in anger.

"For me." He responded.

Kirishima frowned and rubbed his empty stomach.

"Did I do something wrong, Suki'?" Kirishima asked, still standing safely behind the other's seated chair.

Katsuki finished his food by now and had his phone sitting face down on the table. He clenched his fist.

"Are you going to continue attempting to talk to me where I cant see you or are you gonna fucking sit down?"

Kirishima took a safe step back and raised both of his hands as if he were surrendering.

"I think I will just...I'll just talk to you later."

"Fine." is what Kirishima heard before he made his speedy escape

Kirishima is almost one hundred percent sure that Katsuki has no reason to be upset with him right now, but hey, at least he has an excuse to go out to eat. Kirishima may prefer Katsuki's cooking every other day, but he doesn't prefer an unprecedented attitude. Kirishima frowns, grabs his keys and leaves without another word, looks like he'll have to spend breakfast alone today.