Bakugo Katsuki had been struggling to sleep a bit lately, much to his annoyance. Tossing and turning in bed, grumbling and growling, he eventually decided to leave his dorm to go outside to train, like he usually did these past few nights.

But what wasn’t so usual for him, was to hear noises coming from the kitchen in the middle of the night. So, naturally, he went to investigate.

And so here he was, standing at the entrance of the kitchen connected to the common room, staring at you with wide eyes as you worked. You were baking, you had messes on the previously clean counters, mixing bowls here and there, and some powder along with some mix on your clothes and hands. You were.. a bit of a mess. But.. somehow, you still didn’t look bad.

He watched you. It was almost like you were in your natural habitat, too lost in your own world to notice him.

After snapping out of his trance, Katsuki scoffed and shoved his hands in his pockets, fixing his face to scowl at you, and finally speaking up with a slightly judging, though hiddenly curious, tone of voice. “The fuck are you doing up this late?”