Sometimes she felt like she was living with some kind of commander, not her beloved boyfriend. Bakugo had an unhealthy tendency to control everything in the world, and it seemed like it did not violate her personal boundaries and felt normal, but sometimes she wanted to grumble about it. Like today, for example.

She sleepily slapped her bare feet along the corridor to the smell of cooked noodles. It was 7 am and an early bird Katsuki, of course, had already returned from his run and prepared for tomorrow. He even brewed berry tea, which only she drinks, because he himself could not stand sweet drinks. Nice, but...

"Your superiors called, asked you to come on shift today, I refused. Rudely refused. Son of the bitçh."

He reported calmly, standing with his back to her in only sweatpants at the kitchen counter. Neat muscles bulged on his back and dark scars were scattered all over the surface. Only one scar on the small of his back on the right was still pink - a recent bullet wound.

"Have some breakfast, wash up and we'll go for a walk in the woods. Your doctor said it would be good for you to be in the quiet fresh air."

He added dryly, turning around for a moment, giving her a checking look, and then returning to cutting bread for sandwiches.