Bakugou and Kamiko coughed at the dust on moment of entry. "Oh god... Clearvo was right. It has gotten dusty," Kamiko waved her hand in front of her face to get the dust away. Bakugou's brows knitted tightly as he placed his hand over his nose and mouth, took off his shoes and stepped onto the dusty wooden floor.

"Uck..." Bakugou muttered when he got dust all over the bottom of his socks. Kamiko slipped off her sandals and followed him inside. She had no idea where to put her backpack, since the whole place was covered in dust, so she just brushed the dust off of the shoe cubby at the doorway and set her stuff there. They'd have to clean this place up before Kamiko could even sit. "I'm gonna go open the windows. The storage closet is over there, go grab a mop or something and take care of the dust first." Bakugou pointed to a door on the wall across the living room next to the bathroom.

Kamiko carefully opened up the closet door. The inside of the storage closet was even worse! She had to cover her face with one hand, and she grabbed the mop with the other. Does he have a pair of gloves I can use? She wondered as she scanned the closet. There were a few spider webs in the corner. Kamiko gulped. She isn't a fan of spiders either, but luckily she doesn't need to touch them to get rid of them. Ok, gloves first. Gloves gloves... She decided to ignore those creepy creatures first. She spotted the fingers of a rubber glove hanging from the top shelf. What the fuck, why is that thing all the way there? She tip toed and reached her hand up for it. Too... Short...

Suddenly a large hand reached over hers grabbed the rubber glove easily. Kamiko instantly froze in place. The back of her fingers gently brushed against his palm. She could feel Bakugou's firm chest pressed against her back. "Why don't you just use your quirk?" his husky voiced tickled her ear. Aaahhhhh... Kamiko screamed on the inside as her face started to heat up. Why does he sound so sexy too?

"I... I forgot..." she nearly whimpered.

Her voice was so soft, and nearly cracked at the end of her sentence. What the fuck was that?! Bakugou felt as if she had set off a fire inside him, for his entire body started to heat up starting with the place his body touched hers. Looking down, he could only see the top of her head. He never realized how short she was compared to him, how small and frail she looked, like a little bunny with its ears down. He eyes trailed down, to the tip of her ears, which stood out from her silver locks like two red cherries on a frosted cake. A bite...just one bite...

Bakugou hadn't noticed that he was lowering his head along with his hand. He opened his mouth, aiming for her cherry red left ear. Slowly...slowly... Suddenly Kamiko snatched the gloves out of his hand, and the brooms and mops started flying out the storage. "I'll take care of the dust on the floor with my quirk. Do you need help with anything else?" she asked.

Bakugou's head shot back up. He cleared his throat before saying, "I'll clean the kitchen. Can I...leave the bathroom to you?"

"Yeah! Of course! That... Sounds good!" Kamiko gently swatted the rubber gloves on her hand a few times to dust them off. "Let's get to work?"

"Yeah..." Bakugou grabbed a rag hanging on the hook of the closet door and went straight for the kitchen. Meanwhile Kamiko found the multi-surface cleaner and a cleaning brush.

"Can I use any of these rags?" she asked pointing to the two other rags hanging on the door.

"Yeah!" Bakugou shouted from the kitchen. Great! Kamiko thought to herself. Time to clean.

Normally Bakugou would spend hours just wiping off all the surfaces, but with Kamiko's help they were able to sweep and wipe away all the dust in the house in less than an hour. Bakugou had to throw out most of the food in his fridge because they expired or molded while he was gone. He hadn't expected this bodyguard thing to be such a long term thing, but now, he had gotten quite used to living with her. Cleaning with her is really efficient.

Kamiko finished cleaning the bathroom in about half an hour. "Um, Bakugou?" she called his name nervously.

It was as if Kaminari had zapped him with electricity, because the moment she uttered his name he felt all tingly everywhere. "W-What?!" he growled impatiently.

"I was wondering if you want me to clean your bedroom and change all the bed sheets," Kamiko pointed to his opened bedroom door. Bakugou never bothered to close that door before since he lived alone. He didn't have anything to hide, so even if Kamiko peeked in, Bakugou wasn't bothered at all.

"Oh," he muttered. "Yeah. Sure... Thanks." Kamiko flashed him a smile before she went off to his bedroom. Once she disappeared inside, Bakugou let out a long sigh as he squatted down on the ground with one hand on the counter for support. Oh man... His other hand covered his now reddened face. Not again... Stop being so excited! She's just cleaning your room!

She's been really helpful, much more than he could ask for. In fact, she's been doing most of the work around the house today even though this is Bakugou's apartment. There was this feeling of guilt inside Bakugou. She's nice. She's really nice. Really chill, and generous, and positive. Bakugou can't even remember why he hated her so much before. There really isn't anything to dislike about her.

It's getting late, and Bakugou threw out basically everything in the fridge. There are a few things in the freezer, but not enough to make a meal. I'll just order out today, he thought as he stood back up, taking his phone out of his pocket. His eyed his bedroom.

"I love your spicy curry soooo much!"

He hesitated. If he heads out now to buy some ingredients, he can finish making dinner by 8, would that be a little late?

Meanwhile Kamiko walked into Bakugou's room for the first time. It's so much bigger than her own. While her room's flooring was made of tatami mats, his was a wooden floor. He had a queen size contemporary platform bed with a black base. Fucking rich, she thought. He had a black dresser at the opposite side of the room from the bed, and a closet to the side. There was a desk next to the dresser. Everything was so well organized. Although Kamiko already knew that Bakugou was a clean and organized person, she was still impressed by how orderly the bedroom is. Even his bed was made perfectly, with the blanket neatly laid on the mattress without any wrinkles whatsoever.

His blanket cover, mattress cover, as well as pillow covers, were all grey. He must really like to keep things simplistic, Kamiko thought. She carefully removed all the dusty covers off of the blanket, mattress, and pillows. She placed the dusty sheets on the ground and gently patted the pillows to make sure the dust didn't get under the covers. She saw the washing machine at the bathroom entrance* earlier. I'll just pop these in the washing machine.

Kamiko picked up all the bed sheets and covers, turning them into a messy ball in her arms. Part of the bed sheet was still hanging and dragging on the floor, and Kamiko could barely see past the mountain in her face. Just as she was about to head out the room, however, she heard Bakugou ask, "Hey do you wanna have curry or-" The suddenness of his voice made her forget to watch her step, and Kamiko accidentally stepped on the dragging bedsheet.

"AH!" She started falling forward. The bedsheet she was stepping on pulled all the other clothes out of her hand. She closed her eyes and put her arms out to catch her fall, but before she hit the ground her hands met something firm. She opened her eyes to see Bakugou's shocked expression as she pushed him to the ground.

"Agh!" Bakugou's back hits the ground, and the weight of a grown woman landed right on top of him, knocking the air out.

"S-Sorry..." Kamiko apologized as she tried to get up, but winced in pain when she put pressure on her ankle.

"What's wrong?" Bakugou asked, grabbing her waist to prevent her from moving.

"I twisted my ankle. I'll be fine... Just... Need to let the pain subside..." Kamiko smiled at Bakugou awkwardly. Her face started turning red from the awkward position they were in. She pushed herself up with her hands on the ground either side of Bakugou's face, her legs also knelt on either side of him, pinning him down, caging him. She and Bakugou both looked away from each other, as if that way the other person wouldn't notice the extremely irregular rhythm of their heartbeat.

Bakugou gulped. He can see her bra and breasts from the loose hanging collar. Fuck! Don't look! Don't look!

"Um, what was your question?" Kamiko asked, trying to relieve the awkwardness.

"J-Just...There's no food in the fridge... If you...wanna eat curry then I need to go to the market. Dinner won't be ready until 8..." Bakugou was glad she asked, because he was successfully able to avert his eyes from inside her shirt.

"That's fine!" Kamiko responded. "I'm not hungry yet!" She walked her hands back and started putting her weight on her legs and feet. There was still a lot of pain in the left ankle but not to the point she can't handle. She hissed a little as she stood up.

"You okay?" Bakugou's brows furrowed with worry as he stood up. He grabbed her arm to support her.

"Yeah! I'm okay." She smiled reassuringly at him.

"Go sit down. I'll do this," Bakugou ordered.

"But-"

"Shut up. I said I'll do it," Bakugou hissed at her as he pushed her out of the bedroom. Kamiko carefully limped her way to the sofa and sat down. She had already cleaned the dust off of it with the rag earlier. Meanwhile Bakugou picked up all the bed sheets she dropped and carried them to the washing machine.

Kamiko sat uneasily on the sofa, feeling bad. Bakugou had been so good to her the past few weeks. Not only does he take his precious time out of his schedule to protect her, he also makes her food and helps with the house chores. The reason why his house is in this messy state is because of her, so the least she can do to make it up to him would be to help, and yet here she is, sitting out because of a twisted ankle.

She rubbed the left ankle, and slowly the pain in it subsided. Bakugou also came back from the bathroom after he turned on the washing machine. "How's your ankle?" he asked as he knelt before her. He grabbed her left ankle and placed it on his knee.

"I-It's fine now really!" Kamiko exclaimed as she tried to pull her foot back, but Bakugou just held it in place.

"Don't move," he hissed at her. He gave the area below the Fibula a light press, and eyed Kamiko's facial expression. Her brows twitched a little, but she didn't seem to be in a lot of pain. "You're fine." He placed her foot back on the ground and slowly stood up.

Kamiko smiled at him, as if telling him, "I told you."

"Then let's go." Bakugou started heading for the front door, with Kamiko following close behind. She grabbed her purse from her backpack and slipped on her sandals. Soon, the two of them were out the door.

*So I don't know if you're familiar with the typical Japanese homes, but basically some of them have two parts. When you first walk in, there's the place where you can put your washing machine and drying machine, and then there's another door to the inside, that leads to the toilet and shower and bathtub. Some smaller apartments just have one room for the bathroom and will actually place the washing machine inside the bathroom with everything else. (I've seen it). But since Bakugou lives in a fancy apartment, he has a 2 part bathroom.

A/N: hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please look forward to the next chapter!