Sweet on the Inside | Bakugou Katsuki

Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia or any of the characters that are mentioned. I am not making any profit from this fic and I write purely for the love of the characters. Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia is the property of Kōhei Horikoshi.

i. appreciation

"Hey, excuse me?" your voice caused Midoriya to turn, and upon making eye contact you asked, "Your pastries and cakes.. they're all made fresh here right?"

Midoriya nods eagerly, and he smiled, "Our pâtissier makes it every morning."

Is that so? The smile on your face makes Midoriya curious, and you responded, "I see. Please let them know their pastries are absolutely divine."

Your eyes twinkled with unadulterated adoration and Midoriya couldn't say no to that request. Not like he was going to. As he made his way to the kitchen in the back, without any hesitation he softly announced, "Kacchan, someone really likes your pastries!"

"Shut up, Deku." Bakugou immediately grumbled. It wasn't the usual explosive response, but of course it wasn't. Despite his demeanor, Bakugou had a reputation to uphold.

Of course my pastries are the fucking best. I've learned to make them to satisfy even the pickiest eaters. But the smirk that rises on his features doesn't conceal the pride that swells at the apparent appreciation.

ii. oblivious

"You know, there's this coffee shop that has really good pastries," you offhandedly commented to your housemate. The latter scoffs and he grumbled, "No one's pastries are better than mine."

You nodded in agreement, sampling his new creation and the new brew of tea he made. You looked up from the fluffy dessert and you mentioned, "Now that I think about it, it kind of tastes like yours."

At this, Bakugou flared to the comment, and he glared at you. You held your hands up in defense, and you added, "Yours are still the best though Kacchan, after all, they're the not too sweet and not too bland. It's just right."

"Damn right," he grumbled. And then muttered, "Blasted coffee shops are fucking everywhere."

"Mm, I think this one's family run though. It's the one across the street."

If you weren't so enticed by the delicious fragrance of the earl gray chiffon cake, you wouldn't have missed the look of pure shock on his face. But he quickly brushes it off and thanks the gods that you were so oblivious as to not recognize his pastries despite living with him for all these years.

But a very small part of him is still flabbergasted by the fact that even after all these years, you still can't recognize his pastries. 

Who the fuck do you think is the reason I'm a pâtissier.

iii. tea time

"Hm, no, I just.. she looks familiar," Midoriya mumbled. And Todoroki shrugged, "Probably another regular."

"No, no, this is her second visit," Midoriya immediately answered, and then muttered, "I think I've seen her somewhere else before, but I can't-"

"Oi, Deku, take this out to table #17," Bakugou grumbled as he looked out from the door way connecting the kitchen and bar area. Midoriya and Todoroki glanced at the cake, and the latter commented, "This isn't on the menu."

"No shit," Bakugou scoffed and then grumbled, "Just give it to them."

Midoriya handed it to Todoroki and Bakugou quickly added, "Tell them it's a thank you for their compliments last visit." 

He disappeared back into the kitchen and Midoriya's eyes widened. Kacchan knew it was that girl? How?! But he says and does nothing as Todoroki approaches your table. With grace and skill, the dual haired male gently plated the chiffon cake neatly on your table. You watched with increasing interest in the small detailed movements of how he had set the chiffon cake so neatly, and arranged it with the napkin and the utensils, that it almost didn't hit you that, well, you didn't order that.

"I.. didn't order this," you softly whispered, and he gives you a polite smile and answered, "Every Tuesday we have a tea-time special between 4 to 6 pm. This is on the house for all our staying customers."

"Ah," you gently smiled and mumbled, "Thank you."

"Of course," he responded. He made his way back to the bar and asked, "Midoriya, is there a problem?"

"I really do think I know her. I just-"

"Deku, stop your muttering, shut up, and just plate these damn desserts already," Bakugou ordered from the kitchen. The blond haired male didn't want anyone to know. Heck, he'd do everything in his power to prevent everyone else from noticing, but gods forbid you from not noticing. It's been too many fucking years. Hurry up.

iv. specialty

"Kacchan," you cooed from the couch as he got home. He grunts a response, but drops his stuff at the edge of the cough before flopping onto it from the other side. You barely moved your feet in time before dropping them onto his lap. His glare does nothing to make you move them off. He looks so tired today. You duly noted his more haggard appearance and then sat up. 

He furrowed his brows at your close proximity, but does nothing but stare back at your warm hues. It was times like these where he could blatantly stare at you and you wouldn't notice a single thing, because damn, if there's anyone that's as dumb as a brick, it had to be you. But she's not actually stupid. She's just stupid when it comes to love. He rolls his eyes and scoffs before looking away. If he had lost himself anymore in those bright orbs of yours, he would have gone insane.

"Or maybe you're not that tired at all if you still have the energy to scoff at me," you muttered to yourself. His gaze returns to you, it's not as hard as before, and definitely not as hardened and antagonizing as when you were kids, but then again, his gaze for you was always different. You were about to recline back onto the couch, but the smell of sweets that lingered on his clothing made you lean forward instead.

"[F/N], what the fuck are you doing? Sniffing me? Are you a dog now?" he growled as he pushed your head away by placing his palm on your forehead. You grumbled and whined, "You smell like cookies and cakes, Kacchan! Did you go to a bakery without me?"

"Fuck no, what are you even talking about?!" he growled and then shoved you back onto the couch. You weakly glared at him from the couch and then asked, "Did you bring anything back?"

"No."

"Wow, rude." you rolled your eyes and then sat back up, this time using his thighs as leverage to pull you up to him. His eyes widened slightly at the close intimacy and then you asked, "Hey, make me that cake again."

His red eyes burned with defiance and you added, "You said it was your specialty right? Come on, indulge in your childhood friend a bit."

He wanted to say no. But he really couldn't, not when the reason why he was even working at a god damn coffee shop making desserts was because of you. He pushed you away, and muttered, "Go help me set up."

The bright smile that radiated on your face was brighter than any firework that could have been created. And the swell of pride knowing that it was only because of him made his already soft spot for you grow even softer.

v. dense

Your co-worker sat across from you and asked, "[L/N]-senpai.. really order all of these on your own?" She pointed at the empty plates that slowly began to pile up and you shook your head, "No, it's on the house apparently."

Her eyes widened and she asked, "Really now?"

"Yeah, some tea time special on Tuesdays," you idly responded before returning to clacking away on your laptop. The sound of your keyboard keys signified progress to you, and you sighed before asking, "Why are you here though?"

"Boyfriend works here," she laughed and then nodded her head in the direction of the cheerful red-head and you mumbled, "I see." 

"You should get one, or is it because you're still living with your childhood friend in your shared apartment?"

"Oh shush," you laughed, "Kacchan and I get along great, it's why I can actually survive living with him for all these years. And plus, he never sleeps in or whatever, so I end up waking up when he does." You fondly shook your head, but the light in your eyes dulls and you muttered, "Him and his ridiculous screaming and cursing at bacteria to die in the morning is a wonderful alarm."

"Is that so?" your co-worker laughed, and then got out of her seat and said, "I'll see you later, Eiji's off work now so."

"Yeah, bye," you waved and then propped your elbow up to rest your head on your hands. A boyfriend, huh? I've been so busy with work and trying to get my life together that I kind of forget. Your mind flickers to Bakugou and you mumbled, "Not like I can get one with that boy around anyways."

Ah, but... You stop your thoughts and stare at the earl grey chiffon cake that sat neatly before you. For some reason the idea of being with Katsuki for the rest of my life doesn't sound all that bad.

Unknown to you, Midoriya had overheard most of the conversation and he couldn't help but walk towards the kitchen and ask, "Kacchan, do you know a [L/N]-san?"

He watched the muscles in his childhood friend's arms twitch and then slightly flinches upon seeing the glare and anger emitting from the ash blonde male. But to his surprise, Bakugou doesn't lash out, and instead, his gaze softens as he turns to the new cake that he was working on. Midoriya lets out a small sigh, and a fond smile is on his face and he waves off his comment, "Forget I said anything."

As soon as Midoriya leaves, Bakugou sighed and grumbled, "Why the fuck do I like that idiot anyways?"

But instead, he glances down at the cake, and after he finished plating it himself, he walked out the kitchen, holding it proudly and ignoring his coworkers.

"Kacchan?" Midoriya called out, but the ash blonde male ignores him and he walks up to your table and sets it down. You barely register his presence prior to him setting it down, but as you turn to thank him, your brain momentarily shuts off and you sputtered, "K-Katsuki?"

"What's with that damn reaction?" he grumbled. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and you looked at his outfit before looking at the cake. And it suddenly hits you that the reasons why these pastries and desserts were so palatable to your tastes was because it was his. 

"Oh my god," you muttered and then looked at the cake and back at him and he scowled, "Why are you so fucking dense?"

"Oh yes, I'm totally supposed to know that my best friend is working at a coffee shop. You told me you hated baking!" you immediately retorted, and then regretted how loud you were. Bakugou realized it too and then sat down before you and the two of you sat their in silence, muttered, "I only baked because of you, dumbass."





vi. stupid

Bakugou woke up tired, but he also woke up slightly confused because he doesn't remember the mornings being this damn hot. But when he tries to sit up, the weight of you on his chest makes him realize the heat wasn't from the sun, but rather you. He groans and instead of pushing you off, he rolls you over until he's facing you and pulls you flush against him. Maybe too hard, because he hears a whine from you and you mumbled a good morning against him before snuggling against him again. 

"It's hot, get off."

"No," you whined and then muttered, "Why did I agree to date you?"

"Because your dumb ass was crying over me."

"My dumb ass was not crying over you," you rolled your eyes and then pushed away enough to look at him. Your hand gently cupped his cheek, and you mumbled, "Thanks."

"[F/N], why the f-" But you cut him off with a small peck on his lips and your lips ghosted over his when you finished, "For always being so sweet to me."

"God damn it, [F/N]," he looked away. And you giggled, because despite his off putting demeanor, he was much sweeter on the inside.