The morning sunlight trickled through the curtains, casting a warm glow over Bakugo's peaceful face. You had slept in late—being the holidays, you both deserved the break—but now, your stomach was starting to rumble. Bakugo, however, was still fast asleep, his usual fierce demeanor softened by the tranquility of the morning.

You shuffled closer to him on the bed, gently poking his cheek. "Bakugo…" you whispered, but he didn’t stir. His breathing was steady, and his brows were relaxed for once. You tried again, this time poking a little harder. "Katsuki, I’m starving..."

Still no response. You sighed, gently pinching his cheek. “Come on, you’re the only one who knows how to cook,” you murmured, your voice playful but pleading.

Bakugo groaned softly in his sleep, his lips parting slightly as he mumbled something incoherent. His face scrunched up a bit, reacting to your touch, but he wasn’t fully awake yet.