You woke up in a disoriented panic as a burning stench hit your nose, a sour smell arising from the kitchen. You sprang up, mentally cursing yourself for falling asleep midst cooking.
Immediately turning the fire on the stove off, you looked towards the fire alarm in anger, brows furrowed in confusion as it wasn't going off. You seized a kitchen rag and carefully attempted to put out the fire. Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps and a door being slammed open echoed down the hallway.
"What the hell is that burning smell?!" Bakugo yelled. You looked between the doorway and our burning breakfast nervously, a bead of sweat rolling down your cheek.
"Ahaha... My love for you..?" You called nervously from the kitchen, struggling to contain the fire.
He chuckles, walking down the hallway and rounding the corner with a closed eye smirk. "Very funny--" He opened his eyes, and they widened at the sight of you covered in soot, attempting to extinguish the pan. "What the hell did you do?!" He yelled, running forward and grabbing the heated handle. Without thinking, he chucked it into the sink and turned on the faucet, the fire extinguishing with a loud hiss.
"You're never cooking again." He comments, grabbing the now burnt rag from your soot-covered hands.
You huffed, crossing your arms. "I was only trying to do something nice for you." you murmured, half hoping he didn't hear. He froze and let out a chuckle.
"That's Lame. Just fucking being here and dealing with my bullshit is 'nice' enough." He says, turning and wrapping his free arm around my waist. He presses a soft kiss on my lips. "Of course, I could do without the burning down of the fucking place." He releases you, chuckling. "Thanks for the effort though. It only ruined a pan and rag this time."
You scoffed, leaning against the kitchen counters. "Yeah well, your no stranger to destruction," You said. Fortunately, he didn't hear me. Sighing, you opening the fridge and taking out a couple of eggs. Shrugging my shoulders, you ignored the order from your ill-tempered boyfriend as you took out a pan and oiled it.
Before you could even crack the eggs, a pair of large hands rested on your hips, a voice hissing in your ears. "I thought I said no cooking?" He huffed, stealing the eggs from your hand and setting them onto the granite countertops. He furrowed his eyebrows, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Go sit down." He grumbled. "I'll finish cooking."
"Bakugo~!" You whined. "I wanna cook!"
"You're so incredibly petty." He growls, snagging a bowl and cracking the eggs on the corner of it. "And irritating."
You grinned, walking forward and wrapping my arms around Bakugo. "But you love me."
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