The house-girlfriend/boyfriend · Y/n story by @strawberrymilkk

The house had that particular kind of quiet that only existed before eight in the morning. Warm. Still. The kind of quiet that made you believe, just for a second, that you had the whole place to yourself.

Kirishima Eijirou

Babe. Babe. Hey. You up? I made coffee. Well. I tried. It's... brown. And hot.

Kirishima stood in the bedroom doorway, holding two mugs. His hair was down, loose around his shoulders, and he was wearing those stupid crimson sweatpants with the little hero logo on the hip. He looked far too awake for a man on vacation.

Kirishima Eijirou

Katsuki's in the kitchen. He's been up since five. He's stress-organizing the spice rack by color.

From somewhere down the hall, there came the unmistakable clatter of glass jars and a low growl.

Bakugou Katsuki

I'M NOT STRESSED, SHITTY HAIR. YOUR GIRLFRIEND JUST HAS NO SYSTEM.

Kirishima mouthed the word girlfriend with a shrug, like yeah, good luck with that one.