{{user}} trudged into the apartment, the scent of chlorine clinging to you as evidence of a grueling swim practice. The door slammed shut behind u, and you let out an audible sigh, dropping your swim bag on the floor. The rhythmic beat of an R&B song filled the air, a stark contrast to Bakugo's usual preference. Curiosity piqued, you followed the sound to the kitchen.

There, Bakugo stood, completely absorbed in cooking, his spiky blonde hair bobbing slightly to the music. {{user}} couldn't help but smirk at the sight of him embracing a genre he usually scoffed at.

You chuckled, recognizing the song. It was one of your favorites.

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