Hello my lovely, lovely readers! I am so sorry that I haven't updated either of my fics in a long time - I was at a camp without any access to technology! Anyway, today's my birthday, so here is a fic from an anime that I haven't seen, and don't plan to because CRUNCHYROLL IS EXPENSIVE OKAY! I'll try to update more, but enjoy this random one shot that's been rotting inside my drafts for months. Please review, and enjoy!
Bakugou Katsuki wasn't a touchy person. All of class 1-A knew that. Most of them had learned this from personal experience, in which a casual touch ended in almost being blown up. This was the reason why Izuku Midoriya was such a mystery.
One fine Saturday morning, Kirishima had convinced Bakugou to make them breakfast. That meant that the angry blond flipping pancakes in the kitchen wasn't all that surprising. Most of the class had stayed up that night watching horror movies and playing Uno, so Izuku waking up late wasn't surprising either. Rather, the surprising thing happened after he had woken up.
He walked into the kitchen in All Might footie pajamas, groggily rubbing his eyes. Most of the class cooed at the sight.
Izuku stumbled across the floor toward Bakugou, wrapped his arms around his middle, and buried his face in his shoulder. The class froze. Everyone held their breath, waiting for Izuku to get a very loud, rude awakening. Nothing happened.
Well, not exactly nothing, per se. Bakugou reached behind him and ruffled Izuku's hair, but then went back to the pancakes.
A full minute of silence passed before Bakugou turned his head and glared at them. "What the hell are you looking at, extras?" Quickly the class averted their eyes. None of them fancied the idea of dying that day.