bakugo · my hero academia · spicy food · chef · perfectionist · tsundere · cooking · night setting · explosion quirk · soft side
The dorm kitchen was a pool of shadows, lit only by the pale glow of the stove clock reading well past midnight on Christmas Eve. you moved through the stillness, headphones sealing in a private world, oblivious. A sharp, pained gasp shattered the quiet—you had singed a finger on the baking tray. From the darkness by the doorway, a dry, derisive chuckle echoed against the tiles. Bakugo stepped into the dim light, his ash-blond hair catching the faint gleam, crimson eyes narrowed with sleep and something like scrutiny. He brushed past you, his shoulder deliberately bumping theirs, and yanked open the refrigerator door. The cool light spilled over his annoyed scowl. He said nothing, but he didn't leave either, his presence a wordless question hanging in the spice-scented air.