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//I feel like I say this every time I come back here after disappearing for a while but I’m gonna try to be better about being a little more active on here. I’ve been playing a lot of Final Fantasy XIV and I’ve made about 8 BNHA alts there and working on slowly getting more motivation to write back, but pls feel free to poke me at any time if you want to chat/plot/figure something out

or if you’re into/want to try FFXIV and want to join my BNHA free company 👀 

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Uhhh, what they said

im not gonna be on as much still but have been consistently on discord and ffxiv for rp, so id definitely love anyone who’d like to dm for plotting or joining us in our ffxiv free company

we always would welcome new ppl and different muses to keep it interesting

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His alarm clock awoke him first, then it was the sun pouring in from his balcony. Bakugou squinted around his room and groaned through his entire morning routine. Luckily it was a Saturday and he didn’t plan for much besides workout, a study session, and, well… now he had to figure out what to cook again. He might’ve been more excited for the latter item on his agenda, but he wasn’t looking forward to see who the fuck wrote him a note.

He stared at the door before snatching it down and redirecting his stare at the answer. K. ‘Don’t yell at me or snap at me.’ He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. His chest flared up with anger, offended and irritated until it was washed away with guilt. He didn’t know if he could even fulfill the request. Sometimes he just said shit.

Regardless, he worked out and ran, coming back in time to change and have lunch. It was that time so he had to be ready. As he walked into the kitchen, he noticed Mina and Sero making something and Deku making a stupid sandwich, but he was still looking for Kurai. He scratched his temple, feeling a bit out of place. The two of them never talked outside of that one night and now they were going to share a meal? Maybe he was the idiot this time.

He took a protein drink out of the fridge and sat down at an empty table, waiting and checking his phone.

Kurai wandered into the kitchen a few minutes later, a little anxious at the moment. Sure, they’d been having fun with their back and forth little cooking competition or whatever it was, but eating together was different right? And since it wasn’t late at night, it was always possible that Bakugou might end up yelling at him for something, even if he was getting a bit better at handling it, he knew it would end up ruining whatever little moment they had. Trauma didn’t make things easy, unfortunately. 

Still, he seemed excited to try the food, and he had noticed Bakugou at an empty table, moving over to the fridge to pull out the container and one of his banana milks he loved so much. He didn’t need it for the spiciness, he could eat it without, but he drank milk a lot in general so it was his go to. He didn’t know if the other boy had realized he had come in yet, but it wasn’t long before he was setting two plates of heated up food from the container on the table, one in front of Bakugou, along with a glass of water.

“Hey..” Kurai seemed a little flustered and awkward, not really sure how to go about this whole sharing a meal thing, but he had the tiniest smile on his face at least. He hadn’t ever been sure if he’d get along with Bakugou in particular, so the fact they seemed to be getting along okay now made him happy.

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Bakugou was admittedly zoned out by the time a hot plate was set before him. His mouth watered on instinct, all the spices hitting his senses. But Ah, yeah. Kurai.

“Hey.” He didn’t bother forcing a smile- no one really expected that from him and he never felt like it- but he did soften his expression, sitting up more in his seat to lean in. This kid was kind and not as annoying as he could be, so Katsuki just had to remind himself not to be a dick and to relax. The fact that Kurai even wanted to eat with him was a surprise anyways. “If you liked the other shit I made, you’re gonna like this a lot. No one else can make it the right way here.”

That was a good conversation starter, right? Just talk about food. “You’re not that bad of a cook... where’d you learn to make stuff like that?” Bakugou, for a moment, focused in on Kurai, intense but open. But his eyes flicked down to the scars on the boys neck- just peeking out of his shirt collar. Definitely not meant to be seen but fuck, whoops.

Scars. His brows twitched as he analyzed it. Assault? The quiet temperment, avoiding aggression... Katsuki swallowed as he realized how oblivious he was before. Should he bring it up? Why the fuck would he bring that up?!

He couldn’t stare at it for long so he looked down to his bowl.

[shroudedhero]

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He told himself he was just looking for a snack, a cool drink or something to just occupy his time, but really, he knew why he was lingering in the kitchen. It was out of curiosity, to see if his kid actually enjoyed what he cooked. Of course, he would but Bakugou wanted to see for himself.

When he finally peeked over to see Kurai eating and the smile of the boy’s face, Katsuki had to admit that he felt lighter, a flutter in his chest. Maybe… excited. Sure, maybe he scared the shit out of this kid in every other setting, but here? He was just enjoying a meal- and he was happy because of Bakugou. That was… cool, he guessed.

He scoffed at the note the next time he opened the fridge. Milk? Yeah, right. Bakugou popped the lid, heated it, and sat down to eat quickly. Which was a mistake. There were flames in his throat, stinging his nose and eyes, but he actually liked the creamy sauce that encased the peppers. It was good, but totally painful. He downed water and smirked down at the dish when he finished, like he just won a match.

Geez. Tough one to follow up with. Katsuki decided to go easy with spicy coconut chicken. He left the seeds of the peppers in, adding the dark kind that made him cry. It was pretty fucking over the top for a ‘simple’ recipe, but he wanted to keep impressing.

‘No milk needed. Not trying to kill you, so didn’t go spicier than THAT but here ya go. Maybe we can eat it together.’

Katsuki stared at the last sentence, not believing he had the balls to write the thought down. But it was sharpie and it was already done. He bit his lip, worrying it over before leaving the container and walking away. Shitty Hair had been annoying him to make friends lately anyway.

As usual when he woke up the next morning, super early like was typical for him, but Kurai was excited to see what had been left for him today, checking the fridge first thing, even if he wasn’t going to eat it now, since it was better for lunch or dinner. The note surprised him though, well, the last part at least, and his cheeks flushed a little because Bakugou wanted to eat it with him?? He was admittedly a little nervous, even if he was enjoying this little back and forth food sharing, but.. 

Kurai dug around for another sticky note, and wrote another little note on it. ‘Okay. Just.. So long as you don’t yell or snap at me.. I.. Don’t handle it very well.. But.. I’d like to eat with you, if you want to. I was probably going to eat it at lunch. - K’ He also drew some small little doodles of what seemed to be spicy peppers on the note, and then instead of sticking it on the container, since it was early enough almost no one was up yet, he instead stuck the note on the outside of Bakugou’s door. 

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His alarm clock awoke him first, then it was the sun pouring in from his balcony. Bakugou squinted around his room and groaned through his entire morning routine. Luckily it was a Saturday and he didn’t plan for much besides workout, a study session, and, well... now he had to figure out what to cook again. He might’ve been more excited for the latter item on his agenda, but he wasn’t looking forward to see who the fuck wrote him a note.

He stared at the door before snatching it down and redirecting his stare at the answer. K. ‘Don’t yell at me or snap at me.’ He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. His chest flared up with anger, offended and irritated until it was washed away with guilt. He didn’t know if he could even fulfill the request. Sometimes he just said shit.

Regardless, he worked out and ran, coming back in time to change and have lunch. It was that time so he had to be ready. As he walked into the kitchen, he noticed Mina and Sero making something and Deku making a stupid sandwich, but he was still looking for Kurai. He scratched his temple, feeling a bit out of place. The two of them never talked outside of that one night and now they were going to share a meal? Maybe he was the idiot this time.

He took a protein drink out of the fridge and sat down at an empty table, waiting and checking his phone.

[shroudedhero]

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Katsuki usually timed his dinner so he could eat in peace- even if it rarely worked out that way. Someone always seemed to be around but this time, he managed to find the kitchen empty. Thank fuck. Taking out a bowl, he opened up the fridge to check the stock and blinked at his name. Oh. It looked good and when he opened the container- uh, yes- it definitely smelled amazing. “Tch, twist my arm, then.”

Two could play at this game. So Kurai thought he was a cook? Well, maybe he was, but Katsuki was about to have the last laugh. As soon as he was finished with the good meal, he set out on a mission. While the “Squad” played some alien game, Katsuki was on the couch, scrolling through recipes, before he found one he liked and smirked to himself. This’ll show him.

And maybe he liked this feeling, a competition that didn’t seem as… dangerous. It was just between them, too- he hoped. So he spent the rest of the evening simmering pork chili curry, one of his favorites, and added as much pepper and chili paste as he preferred. It was test maybe. Like if Kurai would like this, maybe he would like him as a person, as another hero. It was weird and stupid to think like that though, so… fuck it, add more spice.

When he was done, he reused the other side of Kurai’s note. ‘Needed more heat. Here’s this.’

Oh, Kurai really loved spicy food, more than he often let on to people, and he was a foodie, so this little competition was pretty much heaven to him. Of course, Bakugo probably didn’t know that, but Kurai was absolutely enjoying himself. He was also starting to look forward to whatever new thing might be in the fridge the next time he checked, and he wasn’t disappointed today.

He came down a little earlier today to eat, so a few people were still hanging around in the common room, but Kurai didn’t seem to pay them much mind, and went straight to the kitchen. And if someone poked their head in a bit later, Kurai was indeed happily huddled in one of the chairs, munching away with a far too pleased look on his face, on the pork chili curry. His mouth was absolutely burning, but he loved it, and it almost wasn’t even burning enough. 

The entire bowl was scraped clean, and by the time Kurai left the kitchen, there was a new container in the fridge, though this was a little different. He’d left a pasta dish this time, but it wasn’t like the ones the other students made. Spicy pepper cream pasta, with little pieces of ghost peppers mixed in with it, since those could seriously burn a person’s throat if they ate too many of them. ‘That was amazing. It was really spicy. Give this a try. Careful though, there’s ghost peppers. I’d suggest some milk just in case.’

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He told himself he was just looking for a snack, a cool drink or something to just occupy his time, but really, he knew why he was lingering in the kitchen. It was out of curiosity, to see if his kid actually enjoyed what he cooked. Of course, he would but Bakugou wanted to see for himself.

When he finally peaked over to see Kurai eating and the smile of the boy’s face, Katsuki had to admit that he felt lighter, a flutter in his chest. Maybe... excited. Sure, maybe he scared the shit out of this kid in every other setting, but here? He was just enjoying a meal- and he was happy because of Bakugou. That was... cool, he guessed.

He scoffed at the note the next time he opened the fridge. Milk? Yeah, right. Bakugou popped the lid, heated it, and sat down to eat quickly. Which was a mistake. There were flames in his throat, stinging his nose and eyes, but he actually liked the creamy sauce that encased the peppers. It was good, but totally painful. He downed water and smirked down at the dish when he finished, like he just won a match.

Geez. Tough one to follow up with. Katsuki decided to go easy with spicy coconut chicken. He left the seeds of the peppers in, adding the dark kind that made him cry. It was pretty fucking over the top for a ‘simple’ recipe, but he wanted to keep impressing.

‘No milk needed. Not trying to kill you, so didn’t go spicier than THAT but here ya go. Maybe we can eat it together.’

Katsuki stared at the last sentence, not believing he had the balls to write the thought down. But it was sharpie and it was already done. He bit his lip, worrying it over before leaving the container and walking away. Shitty Hair had been annoying him to make friends lately anyway.

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“Not my problem they bought scrap metal as a heater,” Katsuki grumbled, wishing he could punch the useless thing again out of spite. It wasn’t even fucking working anyway, so he didn’t know why Todoroki’s stick was so far up his ass.

When he slumped down on Half and Half’s left side, he wasn’t really paying attention. Clicking his pen again and again, Katsuki only looked up when the other kid started talking. Closer? His initial reaction was to scowl at him, insulted at the offer, but he shivered again and goddamn, he wanted to be warm so bad. “Fucking- fine! Whatever. There is a big difference, Half and Half.”

Sliding closer, Katsuki tried to focus on anything but the personal space Todoroki was taking away from him. Even on edge though, his muscles naturally gave up their tension, his breathing went back to normal, his chest warm. He even… felt himself closing his eyes, maybe just to rest them for a bit. But they shot back open wide and he glanced over to Todoroki, making sure he didn’t just embarrass himself.

Well, if Bakugo insisted that there was a difference, then who was Shoto to say otherwise? He could hardly sit beside himself to test it, after all. So technically, he was the least qualified person to speak on the subject.

It took him a moment to notice any difference, but when he did it was hard not to do a full double-take. Holy shit, he’s actually relaxed. Shoto hadn’t thought it was even possible. Next time it happened (and by god, there would be a next time if he had anything to say about it) he had to get pictures, or no-one would believe him.

But the main thing he had to do, at that moment, was try not to laugh when Bakugo tensed back up again. Then he would never relax. Thankfully, no-one could do a better neutral face than Shoto. His expression didn’t so much as twitch towards a smile at all, even if it was clear that he had noticed Bakugo starting to drift off.

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Bakugou eyed over to Pretty Boy. Hmph. He held a straight face but he knew that snarky bastard must be weirdly enjoying this. But it was so warm next to him, he actually really didn’t fucking care. In fact, he much rather would just ignore him and get closer to the heat.

He inched closer until it was only their two blankets between their shoulders and Bakugou’s knee against the other’s thigh. He actually was able to focus on his work, balancing chemical reactions and only occasionally checking in on Todoroki.

When he was done, Bakugou snapped his notebook closed and looked over to him. He was quiet, stewing in his seat, until finally he pulled out his phone and started tapping through news, playing mini games to pass the time while he curled up in his blanket. Maybe Todoroki was just smart and was going to keep his mouth shut.

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Bakugou paused, eyeing up to the other student. His eyes scanned him. Right. He was probably still ‘being a dick’ according to his friends. He took a deep breath before deciding the stew was less stressful to focus on. As he ate, the silence was something he couldn’t really bear though, so he tapped his foot on the floor, his leg shaking once he finished the meal.

He could just tell. From the silence, the distance. The kid was probably one of the students who saw him as a shitty villain still. Even without the stupid comments. He probably scared the shit out of him. Bakugou just avoided his eyes because he didn’t want his suspicions to be confirmed. Without saying anything more, he rinsed the bowl. “Thanks.”

Then he left, his hands shoved in his joggers and his eyes still on the tile.

The next morning, Katsuki woke up earlier than usual and stopped at the student market, picking up more fresh meat to make. As the sun fully rose, the boy was already down heating up the replacement for the food he ate. It was only fitting. He didn’t want any stupid debt following him around. No matter if the kid said it was free to take. He put the new container of stew, his own spicier, thicker version, next to Kurai’s in the fridge with a note, another quickly written ‘thanks.’

Kurai hadn’t been expecting to find a return offering of food when he checked the fridge the next day, so there was a bit of surprise when he opened it and saw the container and the note. And then there was a tiny hint of a smile, because it was a nice little gesture, no matter if it was just to avoid an indebted feeling. 

And it really was good, but he’d heard the other was a good cook, so he wasn’t too surprised, but he was pleased all the same. It was spicy too, which was even better. When he’d made the stew before, he’d made it a bit less spicy than usual since it was free for others to eat and not everyone liked spicy food.

A bit of a store run for him too during his lunch break, and before dinner time that night, Kurai had put another container in the fridge, this time it had extra spicy tantanmen ramen in it, with a new note. ‘Bakugo. Try this.’

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Katsuki usually timed his dinner so he could eat in peace- even if it rarely worked out that way. Someone always seemed to be around but this time, he managed to find the kitchen empty. Thank fuck. Taking out a bowl, he opened up the fridge to check the stock and blinked at his name. Oh. It looked good and when he opened the container- uh, yes- it definitely smelled amazing. “Tch, twist my arm, then.”

Two could play at this game. So Kurai thought he was a cook? Well, maybe he was, but Katsuki was about to have the last laugh. As soon as he was finished with the good meal, he set out on a mission. While the “Squad” played some alien game, Katsuki was on the couch, scrolling through recipes, before he found one he liked and smirked to himself. This’ll show him.

And maybe he liked this feeling, a competition that didn’t seem as... dangerous. It was just between them, too- he hoped. So he spent the rest of the evening simmering pork chili curry, one of his favorites, and added as much pepper and chili paste as he preferred. It was a test maybe. Like if Kurai would like this, maybe he would like him as a person, as another hero. It was weird and stupid to think like that though, so... fuck it, add more spice.

When he was done, he reused the other side of Kurai’s note. ‘Needed more heat. Here’s this.’

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If my character was under a truth serum, what would you/your character ask them?

They have to tell the truth, remember!

[shroudedhero]

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Bakugou’s only response at first was just another huff, dismissive and tired. He didn’t like that this kid was now- what was this?- coddling him just because he was hungry. It was annoying. Still, he didn’t feel threatened and Kurai didn’t fuck it up by saying weird shit to him or asking him to ‘open up’ or whatever. He just listened and kept him company. It was nice to just be quiet with someone.

“I’m not going to scavenge for food, dumbass.” It came out before he even thought about it, feeling just a hint of being taken care of. But nice food that he could grab whenever seemed… good. He decided to just stare at the microwave then. “Unless this stuff is actually decent,” he added, just above his regular mumble.

On cue, the microwave dinged and the boy reached up to pull it out, not bothering to use a heat pad. It smelled… amazing. Who the fuck was this student? He was a good cook too? Katsuki took a spoon from a drawer and shoved it closed with his hip before sitting at the table next to the kitchen. His first taste was fucking delicious and he sort of hated how much he liked it. It burnt his throat just the way he liked and the beef was well seasoned, for once. He stared down at the bowl, then to Kurai, back to the bowl. “It’s not shit. I could probably do better,” he grumbled, taking another bite and closing his eyes.

Earlier in the year, Kurai might have been more offended by the other’s comments. And even now, if Bakugo had been shouting at him, well, Kurai probably would have fled the room immediately. However this calm sort of conversation was okay, even if he was admittedly still a bit nervous around him. 

And well, he’d talked to Kirishima enough to figure out that Bakugo wasn’t good at giving compliments, so.. Maybe that was his attempt? And he was acting like he liked it too, his body language seemed to suggest it, so.. 

“Thanks.” He said again, choosing not to comment on the last part, even if only to avoid the risk of possibly getting shouted at or pissing the other boy off. Kurai just sipped at his soda in the corner, after putting the rest of the stew left in the container away while the other boy ate.

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Bakugou paused, eyeing up to the other student. His eyes scanned him. Right. He was probably still ‘being a dick’ according to his friends. He took a deep breath before deciding the stew was less stressful to focus on. As he ate, the silence was something he couldnt really bear though, so he tapped his foot on the floor, his leg shaking once he finished the meal.

He could just tell. From the silence, the distance. The kid was probably one of the students who saw him as a shitty villain still. Even without the stupid comments. He probably scared the shit out of him. Bakugou just avoided his eyes because he didn’t want his suspicions to be confirmed. Without saying anything more, he rinsed the bowl. “Thanks.”

Then he left, his hands shoved in his joggers and his eyes still on the tile.

The next morning, Katsuki woke up earlier than usual and stopped at the student market, picking up more fresh meat to make. As the sun fully rose, the boy was already down heating up the replacement for the food he ate. It was only fitting. He didn’t want any stupid debt following him around. Now matter if the kid said it was free to take. He put the new container of stew, his own spicier, thicker version, next to Kurai’s in the fridge with a note, another quickly written ‘thanks.’

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“Whatever.” Bakugou shoved himself off the couch, his fists already sparking from the pressure he was giving them, and smashed the top of the heater. Maybe it just was old as shit and needed a shake. But nope, still the same lousy level of warmth coming out. However, he did notice some blankets tucked away beside the TV set and groaned. “Fine, fucking blankets it is then.”

He picked up a soft heavy one for himself and threw the another at Half and Half, walking back to his books. “There, happy?”

Katsuki landed on the couch with a thud and hummed. But… he did notice the temperature was cooller on Todoroki’s right side. Huh. He wondered… Bakugou looked up to squint at the other student, getting up to sit on his left side. It wasn’t comfortable still, but it wasn’t fucking freezing like he was before.

Well. Any more force in that punch, and they both would have been without any heater at all. The top was already dinted from Kirishima and Kaminari’s attempts at ‘concussive maintenance’ a few days ago. Now it was fully inverted. “I don’t know if it can take many more ‘repairs’…”

Still, at least the blanket was warn. He wrapped himself up in it and returned to studying, only to lose focus when Bakugo got up again and… sat back down? Was he restless?

It took Shoto a moment to figure out the real reason. “… Huh. I hadn’t thought there was a difference.” But apparently so. “You can sit closer if you’d like.”

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“Not my problem they bought scrap metal as a heater,” Katsuki grumbled, wishing he could punch the useless thing again out of spite. It wasn’t even fucking working anyway, so he didn’t know why Todoroki’s stick was so far up his ass.

When he slumped down on Half and Half’s left side, he wasn’t really paying attention. Clicking his pen again and again, Katsuki only looked up when the other kid started talking. Closer? His initial reaction was to scowl at him, insulted at the offer, but he shivered again and goddamn, he wanted to be warm so bad. “Fucking- fine! Whatever. There is a big difference, Half and Half.”

Sliding closer, Katsuki tried to focus on anything but the personal space Todoroki was taking away from him. Even on edge though, his muscles naturally gave up their tension, his breathing went back to normal, his chest warm. He even... felt himself closing his eyes, maybe just to rest them for a bit. But they shot back open wide and he glanced over to Todoroki, making sure he didn’t just embarrass himself.

[shroudedhero]

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Katsuki’s eyes were blown wide at the response because… wait, seriously? That worked? His gaze even flicked down to the smile and he had to bite back the yell he wanted to throw. Why was his knee jerk reaction to get pissed? The kid was happy. Happy about… his apology. The fuck. Why was he even talking to this extra this late? And the kid clearly was being nice for no reason. Pity? He scoffed and shook his head as he wiped his hands. “It’s not nice, I’m just fucking saying.” He wasn’t helping the kid- he barely gave him good advice.

But he did hesitate at the possibility of actual hot food that wasn’t noodles or a TV dinner. Out of pure betrayal, Bakugou’s stomach growled obnoxiously and the boy rolled his eyes. He shoved the bread back in the pantry and sighed. “Yeah? Why didn’t you just say so?” he bit. “As long as it doesn’t taste like the cardboard shit Deku makes as food.”

Katsuki turned to lean his back against the counter, folding his arms. He was still wondering how to act around the kid, but he was so hungry and tired, he couldn’t over analyze everything like usual.

There was silent little internal laugh at the other’s stomach giving him an answer too, and at the comment, because when he wasn’t shouting or being overly aggressive, Bakugo was sort of amusing. “You didn’t ask, or say anything about being hungry before.” Because that was true, and sleepy brains especially were not mind readers. “Reheated is not as good as it being fresh, but I made some beef curry stew earlier. The spicy kind.” He had picked up on the other’s liking for spicy food as well, one of the few things they had in common. 

Kurai moved to the fridge, and pulled out a container with the leftover stew in it, and pulled it out and put a portion into one of those microwave safe bowls, since this late at night it was quickest and easiest to reheat it that way, and set the timer on to heat it up thoroughly. It would still be pretty fresh though, since he’d just made it barely a few hours before, and he had stored it properly. “I like to share food, so if you ever see something in the fridge that I made, you can just take it.” Kurai leaves the food to heat up, and goes to go get himself a soda from the fridge. 

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Bakugou’s only response at first was just another huff, dismissive and tired. He didn’t like that this kid was now- what was this?- coddling him just because he was hungry. It was annoying. Still, he didn’t feel threatened and Kurai didn’t fuck it up by saying weird shit to him or asking him to ‘open up’ or whatever. He just listened and kept him company. It was nice to just be quiet with someone.

“I’m not going to scavenge for food, dumbass.” It came out before he even thought about it, feeling just a hint of being taken care of. But nice food that he could grab whenever seemed... good. He decided to just stare at the microwave then. “Unless this stuff is actually decent,” he added, just above his regular mumble.

On cue, the microwave dinged and the boy reached up to pull it out, not bothering to use a heat pad. It smelled... amazing. Who the fuck was this student? He was a good cook too? Katsuki took a spoon from a drawer and shoved it closed with his hip before sitting at the table next to the kitchen. His first taste was fucking delicious and he sort of hated how much he liked it. It burnt his throat just the way he liked and the beef was well seasoned, for once. He stared down at the bowl, then to Kurai, back to the bowl. “It’s not shit. I could probably do better,” he grumbled, taking another bite and closing his eyes.

[shroudedhero]

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Katsuki haphazardly scooped up globs of jelly, scrunching his nose at the texture and how sticky everything was. His stomach growled too, an unwelcome reminder of why he was even there. Still, despite how fucking pissed he was, he noticed the other student was… fine. He was calm, he didn’t give him dirty looks or run away. “I could’ve picked that up,” he growled uselessly. His eyes followed Kurai as he finishing picking up the last of the glass, though, still wondering.

Now he had to actually eat, too. But he paused as he pushed himself off the floor, looking up and down the kid. Shadow, vampy kid. Quiet, not really… well, outspoken. He honestly didn’t know anything about him, he realized. Before the dorms, he didn’t even remember the kid’s name. “Sorry, then-“ Why the fuck was he apologizing? “For waking you.” He shook his head, hating that he even did that. But he knew Shitty Hair and Pikachu would want him to say that. “But if you have trouble sleeping, a giant fucking TV and a shitty couch is not going to help,” he grumbled, washing his hands with vigor.

There was a moment of surprise when he heard the other boy apologize, having not expected that at all, but then.. A small little smile spread across his face. Just a tiny one, but it seemed the apology was very much appreciated, even if it wasn’t entirely necessary. “It’s okay. I would have probably woken up soon anyway.” Most of the time that was a good suggestion, but Kurai didn’t even remember falling asleep. A few people had been watching a movie, and he’d sat down to join, but apparently everyone else had left, and left him out there asleep on the couch. 

“Thanks for trying to help though. It’s really nice of you.” As nervous as Bakugo made him most of the time, he could still appreciate the effort he was putting in to be nicer right now. And to Kurai especially, it meant a lot. He realized late now though that Bakugo was probably in the kitchen because he was hungry. “Oh. I made some food earlier if you want some of that. You don’t have to, but I like cooking so I don’t mind..” Kurai was actually one of the students who happened to be a decent cook, and tended to share his food a lot. All he had to do was heat it up, since it was stuck in the fridge as leftovers.

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Katsuki’s eyes were blown wide at the response because... wait, seriously? That worked? His gaze even flicked down to the smile and he had to bite back the yell he wanted to throw. Why was his knee jerk reaction to get pissed? The kid was happy. Happy about... his apology. The fuck. Why was he even talking to this extra this late? And the kid clearly was being nice for no reason. Pity? He scoffed and shook his head as he wiped his hands. “It’s not nice, I’m just fucking saying.” He wasn’t helping the kid- he barely gave him good advice.

But he did hesitate at the possibility of actual hot food that wasn’t noodles or a TV dinner. Out of pure betrayal, Bakugou’s stomach growled obnoxiously and the boy rolled his eyes. He shoved the bread back in the pantry and sighed. “Yeah? Why didn’t you just say so?” he bit. “As long as it doesn’t taste like the cardboard shit Deku makes as food.”

Katsuki turned to lean his back against the counter, folding his arms. He was still wondering how to act around the kid, but he was so hungry and tired, he couldn’t over analyze everything like usual.

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Bakugou’s gaze met the other’s bright, yellow eyes. He mirrored the blink but bristled back as soon as the student made a move to actually try to help him. He put up a dismissive hand as he bent down to take the largest piece of glass and dump it. “Oi, just don’t fucking come over here!” he yelled at first. He paused, remembering the hall of their classmates just feet away and groaned to himself. He had to be quiet still. Fuck, he hated this.

At least he knows this kid isn’t going to throw a fit, from what he could remember seeing in class. “There’s glass and shit. Get a broom if you actually want to be helpful,” he hissed out. Taking one large step over the spilled jelly, Katsuki pawed at the paper towels and went to his knees. Stupid fucking jar, stupid classmates… He glanced up at Kurai during his mutterings and shook his head. “What the fuck are you even doing up?”

Kurai wasn’t bothered by the glass. It wasn’t like he hadn’t broken something before anyway, he’d done it plenty of times, especially in a panic. He could get a broom, but his nails were more than capable of picking up the small pieces of glass as well. Sometimes they were useful. But the broom would probably be the best for cleaning it up quickly, so he went and grabbed it, waiting for the other boy to clean up the sticky part of the mess before sweeping up the glass. He was quiet and calm the whole time too.

Another good thing about his quirk was his eyesight, and he could see a few little tiny pieces of glass that had managed to slide further away. “There’s two pieces over here.” Kurai moved, and picked them up with his nails, being careful, and then dropped them in the trash. They were almost impossible to see. “And uhm.. I don’t really sleep very much.. It’s not very easy for me..” In other words, nightmares, hypervigilance, and mild insomnia.

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Katsuki haphazardly scooped up globs of jelly, scrunching his nose at the texture and how sticky everything was. His stomach growled too, an unwelcome reminder of why he was even there. Still, despite how fucking pissed he was, he noticed the other student was... fine. He was calm, he didn’t give him dirty looks or run away. “I could’ve picked that up,” he growled uselessly. His eyes followed Kurai as he finishing picking up the last of the glass, though, still wondering.

Now he had to actually eat, too. But he paused as he pushed himself off the floor, looking up and down the kid. Shadow, vampy kid. Quiet, not really... well, outspoken. He honestly didn’t know anything about him, he realized. Before the dorms, he didn’t even remember the kid’s name. “Sorry, then-“ Why the fuck was he apologizing? “For waking you.” He shook his head, hating that he even did that. But he knew Shitty Hair and Pikachu would want him to say that. “But if you have trouble sleeping, a giant fucking TV and a shitty couch is not going to help,” he grumbled, washing his hands with vigor.

[shroudedhero]

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It was definitely way too goddamn late to be up, at least for him, but Bakugou was hungry. Maybe it was the extra gym session or not enough protein, but he was desperate enough that he dragged himself out of bed. With squinting eyes, he peered into the common area from his hallway and scowled at the TV that was still on. He didn’t recognize whatever movie was playing but noticed the extra who had apparently been watching it.

He just rolled his eyes. How could someone sleep out here? Katsuki walked to the kitchen to open the pantry, looking for ingredients to make a sandwich. He grabbed a bag of bread out and -of fucking course- a jar of some weird fruit preserves comes out with it and the glass crashed down onto the tile. “FUCK.”

Oh. Katsuki spun around to check the couch and the student on it, then focused back on the floor, huffing. “Goddamnit.”

The noise had indeed woken him up, but he shouldn’t have fallen asleep out here anyway. His quirk it seemed had drained him a little more than usual and he’d dozed off.. 

“Mmm..” Kurai made a bit of a sleepy noise and rubbed at his eyes, taking a moment to note that the light in the kitchen was on. Oh. Wait, who was up at this hour? A bit of a surprised blink seeing the one classmate he’d never talked to much. “O-Oh.. Hi..” Slightly nervous stutter at the start there, but he’d been working on not being so skittish. And then he noticed the mess, and there was another blink, golden eyes adjusting to the light, as he pulled himself off the couch to come help. “I can help..” Quiet voice still though. Bakugo definitely still made him a little nervous.

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Bakugou’s gaze met the other’s bright, yellow eyes. He mirrored the blink but bristled back as soon as the student made a move to actually try to help him. He put up a dismissive hand as he bent down to take the largest piece of glass and dump it. “Oi, just don’t fucking come over here!” he yelled at first. He paused, remembering the hall of their classmates just feet away and groaned to himself. He had to be quiet still. Fuck, he hated this.

At least he knows this kid isn’t going to throw a fit, from what he could remember seeing in class. “There’s glass and shit. Get a broom if you actually want to be helpful,” he hissed out. Taking one large step over the spilled jelly, Katsuki pawed at the paper towels and went to his knees. Stupid fucking jar, stupid classmates... He glanced up at Kurai during his mutterings and shook his head. “What the fuck are you even doing up?”

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Tapping a rhythm onto his text book edge, Bakugou thought he’d be studying in relative peace- but of course, he had to be interrupted eventually. How did he expect anything less annoying from the kid? He brought his pen down on his notepad and dramatically sat back on the couch, his knees folding up so he warm his feet.

“What the hell do you want me to do about it, Pepsi face, blow up an armchair for you?” he bit. His usual venom wasn’t quite there still, his mind still processing the chemistry question he had been reading. He eyed the radiator and huffed. “Can’t you- fucking- I don’t know, warm yourself up? Or turn up the heater?”

He wasn’t gonna admit he was also goddamn freezing. Not if Half and Half was gonna just agree with him.

… ‘Pepsi face’ was a new one. Was Bakugo running out of insults? At some point he might actually have to use Shoto’s name, which would certainly be strange.

“I don’t think Aizawa would want you to do that. He expressly told me not to set anything else on fire.” But really, was last time his fault? The instructions on that microwave meal hadn’t been very specific, anyone could have made that mistake.

He checked the heater, then sighed. “It’s already up as far as it will go,” he reported.

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“Whatever.” Bakugou shoved himself off the couch, his fists already sparking from the pressure he was giving them, and smashed the top of the heater. Maybe it just was old as shit and needed a shake. But nope, still the same lousy level of warmth coming out. However, he did notice some blankets tucked away beside the TV set and groaned. “Fine, fucking blankets it is then.”

He picked up a soft heavy one for himself and threw the another at Half and Half, walking back to his books. “There, happy?”

Katsuki landed on the couch with a thud and hummed. But... he did notice the temperature was cooller on Todoroki’s right side. Huh. He wondered... Bakugou looked up to squint at the other student, getting up to sit on his left side. It wasn’t comfortable still, but it wasn’t fucking freezing like he was before.

[shroudedhero]

He fell asleep watching a movie in the dorm common area. He doesn’t usually fall asleep during movies but apparently he was tired.

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It was definitely way too goddamn late to be up, at least for him, but Bakugou was hungry. Maybe it was the extra gym session or not enough protein, but he was desperate enough that he dragged himself out of bed. With squinting eyes, he peered into the common area from his hallway and scowled at the TV that was still on. He didn’t recognize whatever movie was playing but noticed the extra who had apparently been watching it.

He just rolled his eyes. How could someone sleep out here? Katsuki walked to the kitchen to open the pantry, looking for ingredients to make a sandwich. He grabbed a bag of bread out and -of fucking course- a jar of some weird fruit preserves comes out with it and the glass crashed down onto the tile. “FUCK.”

Oh. Katsuki spun around to check the couch and the student on it, then focused back on the floor, huffing. “Goddamnit.”