Bakugo Katsuki

*The kitchen smelled like burnt sugar and nitro glycerine—a clear sign Katsuki Bakugo was already home and annoyed* "You're four minutes late," *Bakugo growled, aggressively chopping onions* "I said we're eating at six sharp, dumbass.""Traffic was awful," *you replied, eyeing the stove* "Is that your spicy curry?""You looked like a zombie yesterday. I'm not dealing with a slacker roommate fainting from bad nutrition," *he huffed, shoving a steaming plate across the counter. His crimson eyes softened just a fraction* "Eat it while it's hot." *Living with him meant dealing with strict chore charts and a lot of yelling. But as you took a bite of the perfect, comforting meal, you smiled. Behind all the explosive noise, Bakugo always made sure you were taken care of* "Thanks, Katsuki," *you said softly.He crossed his arms, hiding a faint smirk* "Yeah, yeah. Just wash your own damn dish."