i don't want to feel it often, cause i want to be at a better mental place and do all the chores at the right time, but doing dishes that have started to pile up after pushing myself for days is a pretty good feeling.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Yooooo im exhausted as hell and this is my 4th attempt at posting this after numerous failed attempts lol
anyway, have fun with this fic about done-but-concerned bakugou who just wants uraraka to have better eating habits. also, uraraka knows how to manipulate bakugou lol ok hope yall like it
Uraraka glared through the glass divider. Should she? She’d have to pay a high price for it. Could she afford that?
“Um...” The door beside her swung open and a young man popped his head out from behind it. “Miss, are you coming in?”
“Oh, um...” She glanced at her wallet. “No, I’m fine.”
Her stomach growled.
The waiter raised an eyebrow at her as her face heated up. “Okay. Then, could you please refrain from, um, glaring into our restaurant?”
Her cheeks burned as she glanced back inside. Sure enough, several faces stared back curiously and uncomfortably. She bowed down repeatedly, apologising profusely.
How much of a glutton was she to stare at all the ramen for so long she tuned out almost everything else?
Uraraka pressed her hands against her warm cheeks and turned around.
Bakugou was standing behind her with a smirk. “You’re definitely hungry. You don’t need to lie.”
“How long have you been there?” Uraraka asked sheepishly.
“Long enough. Why don’t you go in if you want to eat?”
“I’m not hungry, alright?” She pouted back.
Her stomach growled again. For a moment, Uraraka could’ve sworn that sudden blasts of heat, not unlike Bakugou’s explosions, spread across the underside of her skin.
Well, time to crawl into a hole and die.
“You should eat. You’re hungry,” Bakugou said, unamused.
“Well,” Uraraka muttered, scratching the back of her head, “it’s kind of expensive... I’ll just go home and make myself some instant ramen or something again.”
“Again?”
Uraraka silently cursed herself for the slip of her tongue. Bakugou’s too sharp.
Narrowing his eyes, he asked, “How often do you eat that kinda crap?”
Uraraka laughed nervously. “Not that often.”
He crossed his arms. “Specifically?”
“Maybe... um...” she mumbled as she pressed a finger to her cheek. “Almost... everyday?”
Bakugou didn’t even bother to hold back a loud sigh and an eyeroll. “Goddammit, Uraraka! You’re going to be a pro hero, right? Why the hell aren’t you taking better care of yourself?”
“I’m saving up, okay?” she said, pouting.
“For what? The bloody hospital bills you’ll have to pay from ruining your own fucking health?” he spat.
She winced.
Bakugou rubbed the back of his head. “You’re lucky I just got this,” he said as he yanked out a paper ball from his pocket. He unravelled it to reveal a voucher that gave them 20% off any two meal sets for the very restaurant they were standing in front of.
“Eating out isn’t exactly really healthy either...”
Bakugou snapped, “Well, it’s surely better than eating another miserable cup of noodles!”
Uraraka pursed her lips, unable to rebut that. Still, she didn’t take the voucher.
With a sigh, he shoved it into her hands and stalked off.
Then, she read the voucher closer. “Wait!” she called. “This one is a couples-only deal though!”
“Go find your boyfriend, Deku,” Bakugou replied, not bothering to turn around.
“He’s not...! Look, I don’t have a boyfriend!” Uraraka protested. “This voucher is useless to me.”
Bakugou groaned, spinning around to roll his eyes at her. “Are you stupid? You don’t have to have a boyfriend. You can just pretend to have one.”
“But that’s lying!”
“It’s still going to be two people using it in the end so it makes no fucking difference whether or not they’re really a couple or not. Just use it, Uraraka.”
Uraraka pressed a finger to her chin thoughtfully before asking, “Then, have you eaten?”
“I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this.”
Smiling, Uraraka went in through the automatic doors. She was practically bursting with pride at how she managed to drag Bakugou in with her. “Oh, come on. You said I could pretend to have a boyfriend just a while ago,” she whispered.
”Doesn’t mean I’m completely fine with it being me!” Bakugou hissed.
“It’s only once! Don’t worry.”
“Oh! Miss, you’re back?” the waiter asked as he passed them two sets of menu, surprised.
“Yes! My boyfriend finally arrived,” Uraraka replied as she hooked an arm around his. She elbowed Bakugou when all he did was grab the menu from the waiter and glare at it. “Right?”
“Don’t push it, Uraraka,” Bakugou growled.
The waiter gave Uraraka a look that was somewhere between confusion and alarm. She dismissed it quickly with an apologetic smile and dragged Bakugou to an empty table.
Sitting down heavily on the cushioned seat, she pouted at Bakugou. “You’re terrible at pretending to be a boyfriend.”
“I said I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend,” he mumbled as he roughly yanked the chair back and fell into it. “I never said I was going to be a good one.” He handed her the other menu that he took from the waiter.
As she received the menu, she gave Bakugou a teasing smirk. ”So you’re assuming the role of a bad boy?” When he scrunched up his face in disgust, she broke into laughter. “I don’t mind! As long as we manage to pass off as a couple long enough to use the voucher.”
”Fucking annoying,” he grumbled.
Uraraka scanned through the menu and picked what she wanted rather quickly. The cheapest set!
She looked up to see that Bakugou had also placed his menu down already. “What do you want?” he asked.
“The miso ramen set.”
He huffed and rolled his eyes. The waiter from before came over with a little notepad and a pen.
“Can I take your order?”
Uraraka gulped as she looked at Bakugou’s ramen.
“What the fuck are you ogling at? Don’t tell me you want my bowl now!” Bakugou spat. “I’m not giving you any.”
“I don’t want it!” she cried.
Bakugou had ordered the spicy ramen set. Extra spicy. When it arrived, he gave the broth a quick taste and added more chili into the bowl. The entire bowl was entirely red and Uraraka could even smell the chili from where she was sitting.
She watched as he mixed the ramen a little to spread the additional chili. Then, he slurped up the noodle hungrily. As the last strand slipped into his mouth, Uraraka saw the slight sheen of chili oil on his lips and her eyes widened.
Bakugou made no indication of pause as he pulled up some ramen with his chopsticks and placed in his spoon. He pushed the spoon under the surface of the broth and when he lifted the spoon again, the ramen was submerged in red.
He gulped that down quickly.
She could sense the satisfaction ripple off from him as he pulled more ramen from his bowl. She interrupted, “Wow. Bakugou, you really can eat spicy.”
“Hm?” He swallowed down his ramen. “You got a problem with that? Huh?”
“No! Of course not!” Uraraka said. “It’s just crazy how you can take something that spicy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone eat this much chili before.”
“I’ve eaten spicier,” he remarked as he brought the chopsticks to his mouth and slurped up more ramen. He looked smug. This must be a thing he’s proud of.
“You’re such a child sometimes,” she giggled as she picked up her chopsticks.
Bakugou gave her a scowl. “Harh?”
“You’re so competitive about even the smallest things,” she replied.
“You want to die, Uraraka?”
She laughed. “No. It’s just a casual observation. It’s fun because you hardly show anything but anger.“
Bakugou huffed. “Fuck off.”
“Hey! Bakugou!”
Hands stuffed in his pockets, Bakugou spun around with a mean scowl on his face. Everyone in the vicinity of the school gate froze, silently praying for the poor soul who was on the receiving end of the glare.
However, there didn’t seem to be a need for prayers for that person was completely unfazed. “I’ve got some vouchers this time. We used yours last time so I figured it’d be nice if I invited you,” Uraraka said, grinning.
Bakugou raised a brow at her. “The fuck? Go by yourself.”
“Well, it’s a one-for-one,” she replied. “I can’t eat that much.”
He rolled his eyes. “Go ask Deku or whatever,” he yelled, turning to leave.
With a knowing smile on her lips, Uraraka skipped in front of Bakugou. “Oh, I don’t know... Deku probably wouldn’t like to eat there since the offer is only for an extra large tom yum noodle. Surely, you’re up for the challenge.”
Anyone near the duo would hear the popping noises of barely restrained explosions. “Fuck yeah! Bring it on, round face.”
i spent two something hours of my day off playing RE9 and going around the fandom for cool stuff so to take a evening break from it i got the takeout order that i used to have when i was 10 and still had to go to go to the store and i put up a letsplay of RE9
i feel 15, but in the very specific way that was kinda nice
