Reckless and Explosive (BakugouxReader)

The sound of oil sizzling in a pan filled the apartment. Bakugou's room was covered in a cast of gray light, making it almost gloomy looking. With the curtains pulled open you could see the sky filled with dark clouds. The rain, still falling from last night, was almost silent as it hit against the window.

Sitting up, you tried to stretch that feeling of sleep away. You took your time getting out of bed, grabbing another one of Bakugou's shirts before you went to investigate what the delicious smell coming from down the hall was. He didn't notice you as you walked into the kitchen. His back facing you as he focused on whatever was on the stove.

You were all but frozen as you watched him, completely entranced with the sight before you. Katsuki Bakugou stood shirtless in his kitchen, the muscles of his arms and back by far more distracting than you remembered. You moved further into the room cautiously, not wanting to bring any attention to yourself. You were almost positive you could see an actual grin on his face, something you weren't used to seeing. It really suited him, made him unbelievably more attractive. Hell, you thought he had been hot with his usual angry scowl.

It really wasn't fair that someone so irritating could just casually look like a Greek god. Yet here he was doing something so normal, like making eggs and you couldn't tear your eyes away from him.

"Hey dumbass! My eyes are up here, honey."

You instantly looked up, your gaze locking with his. Blood rushed to your cheeks, a blush now clear on your face. He'd caught you checking him out. Not that he hadn't noticed your stare before, but his call out definitely made it more embarrassing.

Composing yourself, you were quick to change the topic, "So, what are you making me for breakfast, Katsuki?"

"I'm not making you shit," there was almost a hint of humor in his tone, that grin still remained on his face.

You bit your lip, hesitant to respond. This wasn't like Bakugou, he seemed oddly happy and not at all frustrated with you.

"No? Than you won't mind if I make a mess of your kitchen?" You questioned, your eyes never leaving his face.

His expression faltered a moment, probably imagining what would happen to his kitchen if he left you to your own devices. A small scowl appeared on his face with a sigh.

"You're eating what I make you. No complaining," he muttered, turning his attention back to the stove.

Figuring he had nothing more to say, you rummaged around, filling up a glass of water, you took it with you to the table. Your phone didn't help with preoccupying your time. You rarely got notifications that mattered, which made sense since most of your time was spent working. You teased Bakugou for working so much but he really didn't deserve it, the two of you probably worked about the same amount.

A plate was dropped in front of you as Bakugou went to take the seat across from you. He didn't say anything as he watched you eye the food. He still had that small smile on his face, though this time it almost looked mischievous. Slowly you took a bite, you should have seen it coming, almost immediately your mouth was engulfed in flames. You tried to keep your face blank, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you suffer. Normally you liked a little spice in your food, but this wasn't your average amount of heat.

"So you like spicy food?" You spoke slowly. You could feel your face heating up again, but this time for an entirely different reason.

"What makes you say that?" He countered, his grin only growing wider as you reached for your water.

You shook your head, as if to say there wasn't a reason. Pushing the food around on your plate you took another bite, this one not as bad as before.