you’d seen the trend all over tiktok, girls asking their usually muscular boyfriends to try and crack an egg with their bicep and you thought who better to ask then the embodiment of competitiveness, going into it you expected he’d crack the egg i mean naturally who expects any less of bakugo.
so you walked into the kitchen where he stood, sunlight seeping through the windows and casting over his face that was scrunched in concentration, his hands were occupied very precisely cutting vegetables. no real reason for all the precision but he was a perfectionist so
“hey babyyy..” your voice was like a reaction for his eyes to flicker up meeting your face within a second beneath those less tense brows, unfortunately he was too good at reading you and his face pulled in a little bit immediately.
“hello.. whaddya want now.” he huffed to himself, skeptical with a drop of dryness covering his tone his hands continuing to work as you moved closer, your eyes skimming the surface of the counter and ironically he had eggs out for whatever dish he was preparing for dinner. you picked one up watching in real time as his eyes darted from the egg to you, hands slowing down like he was waiting for you to throw it at him.
“do you think you could crack an egg with your bicep?” the tilt of your head met his gaze, head shaking in disbelief at your odd question. “i don’t usually think about cracking eggs with my biceps, it’s not very efficient.” he murmured lowly to himself like the dork he was. “but yeah, probably could.” he said out with a breath eyes shifting to you as you held the egg out towards him.
“go on then.” you smiled, no one could deny he was a cocky shit even when it came to eggs, he still looked at you in subtle disbelief but took the egg anyways, lifting his arm up and placing the egg between forearm and slowly bulging bicep. “what like that?” his head turned to you for confirmation, watching as you nodded his bicep grew, growing from a relaxed line into a rounded peak that strained against the sleeve wrapped around it.
the egg disappeared beneath his muscle but still didn’t crack. you had to hold back your laughter between your teeth and bottom lip watching his cheeks turn a tinge of red from his hard he was flexing. “what the fuck—? did you fuckin freeze it or some shit?!” he huffed out, momentarily taking the egg off to rub the skin. your giggles seeped out though, “nooo, it was one of the eggs you were using— try again!!”
his eyes focused in, placing the egg back into the crook between his forearm and bicep straining as he flexed as hard as he could, veins pretty much popping out through the skin. “FUCK—!” he gritted out, his arm beginning to shake a little from how much force he was putting in. your laughter motivated him enough, quickly he repositioned the egg with a defeated look, taking a large breath.
he flexed quicker and shorter this time, curling the muscle upwards— crack! “HAH!!”
the yolk ran down his skin, not only on him though, exploded onto the fridge aswell as the cut vegetables. “fuckin knew i could do it, shit was rigged.” he proudly stated eyes meeting your own ones that were still scrunched from laughing, still.
katsuki always had to be the best, and you knew if he didn’t get it that last try you two would’ve been in that kitchen all afternoon long until that egg cracked.
bye i got the inspiration for this off the video of the ravens players doing it. i know dada kirishima would’ve gotten it first try, denki would’ve dropped it, sero would’ve after twenty minutes lmaoaoao
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