#i should be writing for shouto n gojo rn 😭😭

[seiwas]

bakugo swallows a spoonful of food too fast and lets out a small cough.

it's cute, barely there—could even pass as him clearing his throat if anything, but you notice it because bakugo always eats his food carefully, never hurriedly.

you try your best to hide your smile across him, head tilted down towards the bowl of soup you're swirling with your spoon.

"s’your soup funny or what?" he grumbles, gaze narrowing at you.

your eyes widen and the grin you'd been trying to suppress attempts to slip out, your teeth catching on your lower lip to stop it from fully revealing itself. when you look up, he isn't mad, but the expression on his face lets you know that he’s suspicious because you’re acting so weird.

"it's nothing," you smile, shaking your head.

just that you think it's so cute of him—that little cough. how he’s comfortable with you like this, off-guard.

he doesn't press further, but his eyes squint before returning to his food.

"can i taste?" you ask, spoon reached out and begging as you eye his bowl.

"t'spicy," he doesn’t even look up.

you pout, "i wanna try—"

the stare he gives you is flat, a dull crimson that’s rehearsed; the same one he sends you each and every time you ask to taste something he's flagged too spicy for you, yet for some reason you still insist on suffering through.

"—please?"

it’s unfortunate he still hasn’t figured out how to say no when you ask this way.

he pushes his bowl towards you, the liquid in it a vibrant, scary, and very spicy red. you can already feel the insides of your nose burning. he leans back and crosses his arms over his chest, watching as you gulp nervously. anticipating.

you wet your lips once before dipping your spoon into his bowl, collecting just enough to taste but not enough to form a mouthful. you swallow again before taking a deep breath as the cool metal of the spoon pushes itself past your lips.

it's okay.

for a second, maybe.

until it starts to burn, your tongue on fire as dry heat makes its way to the back of your throat. this is the worst coughing fit of your life.

are you crying? or are your eyes actually sweating?

you squeeze your eyes tighter and think, no wonder bakugo had coughed earlier.

.

when you think you've recovered, eyes rid of tears and throat probably extremely fucked from all that coughing, bakugo slides over a glass full of milk and a small, peeled open yogurt cup that he keeps in his fridge for all the others times you've done this already.