Kamiko leaned on the grocery cart in boredom, tapping away on her new phone, messaging old friends and asking for their numbers again. She texted her parents, telling them that she's okay, and that she'll call them later tonight. She let out a long sigh after she finished most of her business. She can't believe she just bought a 50000 yen phone because some hero wants to keep track of her whereabouts. Don't they have Clearvo already?
"Hmm..." Kamiko stared intently as Bakugou studied the two radish in both hands. He put down the one in his left hand, and put the one in his right hand into the plastic bag, then dropped it into the shopping cart Kamiko was pushing. He then picked out some green onions, shiitake mushrooms, and edamame.
"Okay, let's go," Bakugou said after dropping the edamame into the cart. He grabbed the front of the cart and started pulling it along with Kamiko pushing it from behind.
"I didn't know you can cook," Kamiko said in amusement as Bakugou grabbed some tofu and white fish from the freezer.
Bakugou glanced her, taking in her admiration filled gaze. "Tch, it's basic survival skills," he muttered. "I don't get how you can't cook." His words made Kamiko grumble in annoyance. "You literally have nothing but junk in that tiny ass kitchen of yours. How do you even live?"
"There's a convenience store right in front of my apartment. I don't need to cook," Kamiko replied. Bakugou stopped the cart at the condiments section, grabbing soy sauce, miso, vinegar, and everything he needed for the meal tonight.
"That's exactly why you fucking fainted last time. It's because you keep eating that junk that you don't have enough nutrition in your body," Bakugou said. Kamiko felt a little deja vu from this conversation, and her lips curled upward in amusement.
"You know you're starting to sound like my mom," she chuckled.
Bakugou dropped the condiments into the cart. He looked her in the eye and furrowed his brows. "Well maybe she's right." He pulled the cart down to the next aisle, with Kamiko pushing from behind while leaning her chin on the handle. She still can't believe the hot headed hero is going to live with her from now on. Bakugou didn't seem at all bothered, but rather like he's done this a thousand times. It makes Kamiko wonder if she's actually the first person Bakugou had to guard personally.
The hero dropped some more stuff into the cart. "That should be good. Hey Shitty Woman let's- What's up with your face?" Bakugou asked. Kamiko lifted her head up.
"What about my face?" she asked.
"You looked like you were really pissed just now," Bakugou's brows furrowed. "You mad that I lectured you or something? Quit being a brat and grow up. The world ain't about you."
Kamiko's eyes widened. Did she really looked like she was angry? About what? Certainly it's not getting teased for not being able to cook.
Kamiko followed Bakugou through the supermarket in confusion. One thing he said was right though, the world isn't about her. She shouldn't be causing Bakugou and his agency this much trouble. If anything she should be feeling grateful that Bakugou even went out of his way to move in with her to keep her safe.
"Yeah that should be enough," Bakugou nodded at the mountain in the shopping cart in satisfaction. Kamiko looked down, her eyes expanded to the size of eggs!
"Holy shit what's all this?" she demanded.
"What do you mean dipshit? Can't you see for yourself?"
Kamiko took a frying pan out of the cart. "Why do we need this?"
"You literally have nothing but a kettle in your kitchen. What do you expect me to cook with? My bare hands? I'll just explode the food and it's ready," Bakugou rolled his eyes.
"But you don't need a frying pan and a wok! And what's this big ass pot?" Kamiko put the frying pan down. She stuffed her hands in the pile of things Bakugou threw in the cart, and she grabbed whatever her hands could reach and pulled it out. "And toothpaste?! I have toothpaste at home you can just use mine!"
Bakugou's face scrunched. "Fucking gross, why the fuck would I use yours?!"
Kamiko was about to faint. How much is this all gonna cost? Ten thousand? Maybe more? The money in her bank account, she can feel that number dropping drastically. Her legs became weak as she fell over the cart, clutching her chest painfully.
"Calm the fuck down shithead. I'm not gonna make you pay for all of this," Bakugou snickered at the manga artist.
"No, but I can't make you pay. You're the one helping me, I should-"
"Just shut the fuck up already." Bakugou snatched the cart from Kamiko, and started pushing it down the aisle, heading for the checkout. "I'm a hero. Expenses like this gets reimbursed." Kamiko didn't know whether he was telling the truth or just saying that so she feels better, but his words put a smile on her anyways. "Also I know your broke so let's just say you owe me."
"..ngh-" Nevermind, Kamiko thought. "I thought you said you can get reimbursed." She crossed her arms. They arrived at the checkout. Bakugou caught the attention of quite a lot of people in his hero outfit. Surely, they think it's weird that a hero is out in the supermarket buying groceries. Bakugou, however, didn't seem to care about the gained attention, he simply started stacking the things in the cart onto the conveyor belt.
"It's still the agency's money dipshit," Bakugou growled. "And don't just stand there woman! These things aren't just gonna end up on the conveyor belt on their own."
There was a low rumble in Kamiko's throat as she glared at the hero. "Territory!" she shouted. A bubble formed around their entire checkout station. All the things in their cart floated into the air, and then stacked themselves neatly onto the conveyor belt. Bakugou's jaws dropped at the obvious public use of her quirk. "What? I got a license," she smirked.
"Fucking show off..." Bakugou clicked his tongue. Kamiko shrugged, sticking her tongue out playfully.
They walked out of the supermarket with no idea how they were gonna carry everything. Kamiko insisted on calling a cab, but Bakugou argued against it, claiming it was a 'sissy move.' Because Kamiko felt like she blew too much money on the phone today, she ended up giving in to Bakugou, and the two carried their millions of bags of groceries all the way back to Kamiko's apartment.
"NGAH!" The manga artist grunted as she burst into her apartment door and plopping the things on the ground. "Ugh..." She dropped to her knees at the doorway, gasping for air.
"Move it shitty woman," Bakugou growled at her. He debated whether or not he should kick her. No one would know...
Kamiko turned her head and glared at the blonde. She shifted herself a little to make way for him to step in. Bakugou grunted as he stepped over her feet to get into the house. "OW!" The grocery bags he carried hit her in the head when he walked past her. "You did that on purpose."
"Maybe I did," he replied with a smirk while walking into the kitchen, while the silver haired woman just growled at him in annoyance.
Kamiko puckered her lower lip to blow her bangs out of her eyes, but they were stuck to her forehead due to all the sweat she perspired on their way back. Too weak to get up from the ground, she pushed the door closed with her feet.
Bakugou peeked out of the kitchen in the midst of organizing the things he bought to see Kamiko nearly passed out at the entrance. She sprawled herself over the bags of groceries she placed on the ground, her back rising and falling along with the big breaths she took. Heh, weak. Despite the obvious lack of use, her drawers and cupboards were fairly clean. A little dusty, but no spider webs or anything. At least she's clean, he thought.
"Hey shitty woman, your kitchen is nasty! Quit being lazy and help me clean!"
"Nnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhh!" Bakugou rolled his eyes at the deafening groan coming from the doorway. He counted to three and Kamiko appeared at the kitchen doorway looking dead. She weakly raised her hand and waved it at the kitchen, suddenly mops and rags started flowing into the kitchen. Bakugou flinched when a rag passed by his face and flew right into the empty cupboard in front of him.
It was as if she had given life to these cleaning products. Bakugou watched jaws dropped as the rag cleaned out all the dust in the cupboard and brought itself to the sink for cleaning. He had never felt jealous of someone's quirk before, but for the first time in his life he felt like he needed her powers. "Fucking show off."
After the kitchen was cleaned out, the rags and mops and everything flew back to the closet they were hidden in and the groceries Kamiko left at the doorway floated inside, carefully setting themselves on the ground.
"Why didn't you just do that when we got out of the supermarket?" Bakugou asked.
"Too far."
"And when we got in range?"
"Didn't want to flex too hard in front of you."
A large tick grew on Bakugou's head as he felt the rage rise up. There was a voice in the back of his head that sounded a lot like Kirishima, telling him to calm down, and that she's a civilian. But Bakugou couldn't care less, he needs to smack the shit out of her. "WHAT DID YOU FUCKING SAY YOU SHIT ASS FUCKER?!"
Kamiko quickly used her quirk to stack all the groceries on top of each other, forming a wall between her and the raging blonde. "Imma take a shower!" she shouted as she ran into her room and closing the door.
Bakugou kicked the stack of groceries to the ground when she deactivated her quirk. He marched to the front of her room and started banging on the door. "COME OUT HERE FUCK HEAD! IMMA TEAR YOU TO SHREDS!"
"I'm not stupid Bakugou!" Kamiko said from inside. "And don't think about blowing up the door. You'll have to pay for it!"
"NNNNGGRAAAAHHHH!" Bakugou screamed with one last bang on the door, causing Kamiko to flinch. She let out a long sigh. She can only imagine all the complaints she's gonna get from her neighbors later. Hopefully her landlord doesn't kick her out...
After a nice shower, Kamiko walked out of the bathroom into a sweet aroma. Her stomach let out a loud growl instantly in response to the stimulus. The smell of food cooking... She hadn't smelled that in so long. Her feet led her to the kitchen, where she found Bakugou frying something that smelled amazing. "What are you making?" she asked, swallowing the liters of saliva forming in hee mouth.
"Tonkatsu," the man responded.
"Do I get some?"
"No."
"Tch... Stingy," Kamiko pouted. She rubbed her starving stomach and went back to her room. She laid down on her bed thinking about whether she should go to the convenience store to get some pre-made meals.
She didn't go to school, didn't study, didn't draw manga, but for some reason she felt more tired than ever. She wasn't sure whether it was because she woke up earlier than usual or because she just did a year's worth of muscle work out today, but the instant her head hit the pillow she felt like there were magnets in her upper and lower eyelids, sucking them together.
"Get your ass up and eat. Or you'll faint again at some point." Something kicked her in the side, causing to roll over.
"Oof!" She grunted as she hit her head in the wall against her bed. The pain knocked all of the sleep out of her eyes and she shot up from the bed. "HEY!" She snapped at Bakugou with a hard glare as she rubbes her forehead. "You didn't have to kick me." She hissed a little as she got up from the bed. Her brows raised in amusement when she found two bowls of rice on the coffee table and two servings of pork cutlets, as well as two bowls of miso soup. "I thought you said you didn't make my share."
"If you don't fucking want it then don't eat it!" Bakugou snapped. He reached his hand out to take her food away, but Kamiko quickly sat down and placed her hands over her food protectively.
"I WANT!" she exclaimed. Bakugou stopped. She grinned at him cheekily as she picked up her chopsticks and bowl of rice. Bakugou sat down on the other side of the coffee table. "Mmm! Ish sho gud!" Kamiko said with her mouth full, and then swallowed. "I haven't had homemade food in so long! Man Bakugou you're such a good cook! You should quit hero work and open a restaurant or something."
"Shut your trap and just eat."
"Heheheheh!" Kamiko giggled and continued to stuff her face with the food.
He was unexpectedly, a really civilized person at the dinner table. He doesn't gobble down his food, and cuts things in bite size. Clearly someone in his family must have been pretty uptight abouy table manners.
He said he didn't make food for me, and yet clearly he prepared two servings of everything. Kamiko's lips formed into a grin. The tonkatsu was nice and crunchy on the outside, while soft and juicy on the inside. It honestly put the convenience store bought food to shame. Kamiko hesitated, and in the end decided not to tell him he'd make a great wife. He does seem like a bottom though...
Suddenly, her phone started ringing. At first Kamiko didn't realize because it was on standard ringtone, but Bakugou nagged her to go pick up the damn phone, so she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and grabbed the phone from her bed. "Hewwo?" she answered with her mouth full.
"Kamiko, are you home now? Are you safe? Why didn't you call me? I was waiting!"
Kamiko swallowed the mouthful of rice befote saying, "I'm home Mom. I'm fine. I'm eating dinner."
"I was so worried. You have to be careful, okay? Who knows when the League of Villains will attack again."
"I know Mom..." Kamiko was starting to get embarrassed, because her mom's voice is quite loud, so Bakugou could clearly hear her mom nagging at her.
"Maybe you should come back home and stay with us. When do you come home?"
"Mom, I have school, you know there's no way I can come back in the middle of the semester." Kamiko sighed as she sat back down on her chair.
"Well I was thinking that it's safer here. There's not a lot of hero agencies at the city you're at so Mommy and Daddy are kind of worried. Plus, if you come back you can help your dad with the tree in our front yard. Your dad and I are thinking of getting rid of it, but if we cut it down we need help moving all the tree branches and stuff."
Kamiko frowned. "Oh, I see how it is. Worrying about me was just a ruse. Your real purpose is to trick me into going home and do your chores for you am I right?"
"Oh my, was I that obvious?" From the other side of the room she could hear Bakugou let out a "pfft." She shot him a glare as he gave her a pitiful smirk.
"And here I thought you were genuinely worried about me for once," Kamiko grumbled, leaning back on her chair.
"Oh come on, there's no need for me to worry about you. You're stronger than any of those heroes out there." This time it was her turn to smirk at Bakugou. Heh, hear that? Her eyes seem to say. Kamiko could hear Bakugou let out an angry growl from the pit of his throat. "I'm sure if you actually wanted to be a hero you'd be number one by now."
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU FUCKING SAY YOU HAG?! NUMBER ONE IS ME YOU UNDERSTAND?! I CAN BEAT HER TO A PULP WITH MY PINKY!" Bakugou grabbed her phone and screamed at her mom.
"H-Hey! Stop it! Give it back!" Kamiko snatched the phone out of Bakugou's hand. "Sorry Mom."
"W-Who was that?"
"Just a hero. We're...having dinner together."
"Oh. Well he sure doesn't sound very hero like."
That caused her to chuckle as she gazed at the fuming Bakugou. "Oh yeah I know." More like a villain. "Well I gotta go now. I get on summer break in a month, but if you really need help with that tree you should just tell dad to call the local hero agency. I'm sure they'd be more than willing to help."
"More willing than you, that's for sure," her mom retorted, to which she rolled her eyes.
"Bye Mom."
"Bye sweetie, stay safe." And Kamiko hung up the phone. She set her cell phone on the bed and turned back to her food. She spotted Bakugou glaring at her from across the table. He can't still be mad about what my mom said...
"Listen up woman. I'm gonna be number one hero! You and your damn old hag better remember that."
He is...
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