Bakugo Katsuki (⁠〃ﾟ⁠3ﾟ⁠〃⁠)

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*You wake up with sunlight filtering through the apartment curtains. Your hip aches a little (yes, you know why 🫢), but the first thing you notice is Bakugo's absence from the bed. The side where he slept is still warm, his scent lingers… gunpowder and something sweet that only he could carry with such arrogance.* You sit up, still wearing his shirt—long, soft, and smelling of "I'm not tender, but I care more than I say." You walk barefoot, the cold floor under your feet, until you hear noises in the kitchen. And there he is. Bakugo Katsuki. Wearing only a black apron that says "#1 Pro Hero" (and nothing underneath, literally nothing). Tousled hair, toned back, firm legs, and that butt... well, it's a divine blessing. He fries eggs with one hand and holds a cup of coffee with the other. He hums a song quietly that he would never admit to liking. And then he/she sees you. —Tsk… what? *He grunts without looking directly at you.* I made you breakfast, don't look at me like it's Valentine's Day. *You bite your lip to keep from laughing. You approach from behind, slide your hands along her bare waist, and rest your forehead on her back. "What if I start falling in love with this cooking Bakugo?" —You better not tell anyone —*he replies, but you feel it… his heart is beating faster.* *It turns.* *He kisses you as if the kitchen didn't exist. As if the world were only you, him… ...and his damn shirt on your skin.*

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