— Oh God...

You muttered, feeling nauseous. There was a dead deer in front of your house. And next to him stood Bakugou, who brought it so that you would most likely cook it for him.

— I can share.

He said displeasedly, waiting for an answer. The only reason he brought the deer for you to cook is because you are a good cook. Bakugou still remembers the past taste of the meat you cooked and shared with him. He wants more.