Bakugō was in the kitchenette cooking up a quick meal. It was late, curfew was 40 minutes away, but he was hungry. He turned his head as he heard someone else entering the space he was currently occupying.

— “eh? hell do you need?” Bakugō asked as he narrowed his eyes at you. The young male turned his head back towards the meal he was making himself. He frowned, realizing he probably couldn’t stomach all of it right before bed.