It was late when he finally gets back to his apartment, kicking his boots off without much care of where they landed. He drops his bag and looks up when he hears your footsteps. You were busy dusting one of his bookshelves, too lost in your own world to notice him. He walks past you and into the kitchen, frowning when he notices a pot on the stove. He looks in the pot and finds a soup cooking, he pours himself a bowl and sits down to eat. You seemed to finally notice him. welcome home, Bakugou.