⋆.ೃ࿔ chat asks bakugo questions katsuki bakugou ⋆·˚ ༘
you should've known letting katsuki sit in on your stream was going to be a mistake. it had started innocently enough. you'd been streaming for a little over an hour when he came home from patrol, showered, changed, and wandered into your office while you were reading through chat.
“hey,” you said, glancing over your shoulder. “come here.”
“why?”
“they want to see you.”
he looked at your monitor. “who?”
“my chat.”
“why the hell do they care?”
“because you're my boyfriend.” you laughed. “just sit down.”
he reluctantly pulled a chair over beside you.
BAKUGO IS HERE OH MY GOD HI KATSUKI ASK HIM QUESTIONS
you glanced at him. “they want to ask you stuff.”
“no.”
“please?”
“no.”
“they're already asking.”
he sighed, leaning back in his chair. “fine. get it over with.”
you smiled at the camera. “okay, chat. ask away.”
what's y/n's favorite food?
katsuki answered without hesitation. “ramen.”
you looked at him.
“that's easy.”
the next question appeared. favorite drink?
“iced coffee.”
“okay.”
favorite color?
“navy blue.”
“how do you know that?”
he looked at you like you'd asked the stupidest question imaginable. “you own half your closet in that color.”
you laughed, "okay fine true"
he knows everything this is actually crazy ask him something hard WHAT'S HER GO-TO STARBUCKS ORDER
katsuki read it. "[starbucks order]"
you stared at him.
“you order the same thing every time.”
“okay, chat, ask something harder.”
what does y/n do when she's stressed?
"she'll say she's fine, then she'll start cleaning shit she doesn't even need to clean.”
your mouth fell open, “that's-”
“and she'll stay up too late because she says she's not tired.”
he shrugged.
what's something y/n does that annoys you?
katsuki didn't even need to think.
“she steals my food.”
“i do not.”
he turned toward you. “you ate my fries yesterday.”
“you said you didn't want them!”
“i said i was saving them!”
"watever, next question!"
what's her worst habit?
“she loses her phone.”
“that's not a habit.”
"yeah well you lose your phone when its literally in your hand."
what's something she does that you secretly like?
you looked at him. “…she talks to herself.”
you raised an eyebrow.
“that's what you secretly like?”
“sometimes.”
“sometimes?”
“yeah.”
you smiled. “why?”
he shrugged. “i don't know. it's funny.”
katsuki frowned at the monitor. “what the fuck are they talking about?”
you laughed. “they think you're sweet.”
“i'm not.”
“you are.”
“shut up!”
who said i love you first?
he looked at you. “…you.”
your jaw dropped. “me?!”
“yeah.”
“no, i didn't!”
“you did.”
“when?”
“you don't remember?”
you shook your head. “apparently not.”
he smirked.
you stared at him for a moment before narrowing your eyes. “you're lying.”
“i'm not.”
“you absolutely are.”
“ask your chat.”
you looked back at the monitor.
“okay. we're done.”
you reached for the mouse.
what does bakugo love most about y/n?
katsuki read it over your shoulder.
“that's a stupid question.”
“why?”
“because there's too much.”
you chuckled and stared at him.
“you're making that face.”
“what face?” you laughed.
the chat was moving too quickly to read anymore. katsuki leaned toward the monitor. “they're fucking annoying.”
you nudged his shoulder. “be nice.”
“i am being nice.”
“you're insulting my entire audience! okay, chat, that's enough katsuki for today.”
“thank god!”
“say goodbye.”
katsuki stared at the camera. “…bye.”
the chat immediately filled with hearts. he frowned. “why are there so many hearts?”
