I Live For A Pinning Bkg - Blog Posts

I crave for some fics where bkg just...crushes on his classmate,,nothing more..nothing less,,,just some highschool puppylove.

There are days where bakugou wonders how it would feel if you had awoken in his arms. He cooks early in the morning fantasizing that he's making food for two.

Days where soft rain pours outside his window, morning spent daydreaming of you shaking him awake on a Saturday to tell him that it's raining.

He blinks at his ceiling and sighs, forcing himself to get ready and go to the common area.

You're sitting near the window. Bakugou can see a mug in your hand with a mysterious liquid he can only guess could be tea. He sneaks by you into the kitchen.

"Bakugou?"

He hears your voice call out to him softly. For a brief moment, he pinches his eyes closed and sighs. He turns his body around and glares to your hunched figure.

"Hah?"

You wave softly at him before returning your gaze at the soft rain that pours outside. Bakugous eye twitches and he grips his fists tightly before retreating back into the kitchen. The sound of plates hitting each other cut through the air, his mind unconsciously grabbing 3 eggs and oiling up a pan.

You shift in once hearing your name being called.

"'Made some shit for you. Know you don't eat breakfast so hurry up."

Bakugou watched as you walk bewilderingly, wobbling out of your blanket-like-cocoon and to the dining table. 2 plates were placed shoulder to shoulder, one lathered with—what seemed to be hot sauce.

The plates are cleaned within a few minutes. And with a satisfied grunt from Bakugou, he turned to leave towards his dorm.

"Ah..thank you for the meal, Bakugou."

He departs with a gentle smile on his face, finally, finally, he cooked for you. Face planted on his palm with closed eyes as images of you and him together float around his head.