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Bakugo went to Khana’s apartment after work. She was in the bathroom in her robe, doing her skincare routine, when he walked in. She put on pink button-down pajamas and met up with him in the kitchen. She had gold under eye patches under her eyes as well, and her hair was in a wet braid, drying.
“Hey, baby!” said Khana.
“Hey, I see you did your everything shower,” said Bakugo.
“Yeah, my hair and skin needed some extra self-care,” said Khana.
“Did you order the pizza?”
“Yeah, it should be here in like 10-15 minutes.”
“Nice, now I just have to pick the movie.”
“Hey! You said tonight was my turn! My place! My movie!”
“Did I?”
“Yes! And don’t say you don’t remember!”
“Fine, fine,”
While Khana was still flipping through movies on Netflix, Bakugo ran his fingers through her hair. He kissed her forehead and held her close. She looked up at him and smiled.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi, he said.
He looked at her like she was the brightest ray of sunshine on earth. Like his life began when he first looked at her, and was ten times better because of her.
“What are you thinking about?” Khana asked.
“How do you know that I’m thinking about something?”
“Because you have that look,”
“What look?”
“You always have the look when you’re really focused. I can see it in your eyes. It’s like you’re not thinking about anything else except for that one thing. What is that one thing right now?”
“What is the one thing that I can’t stop thinking about?”
“Yeah,”
“You,”
“Oh my god, babe. Here you are getting all mushy gushy, even more than usual,”
“I’m being serious! I mean what else would I want to think about?”
“Aw! Babe!”
“I mean whenever you’re with me everything is just better,”
“Oh my god, stop,”
“Never,”
He kissed her on the head several times, taking in the smell of her lavender scented leave in conditioner and shampoo.
“Hehe, if only I could pick a show or movie for us to watch,” said Khana.
“I mean your favorites are right on the home screen. Just scroll to the top,”
“Oh yeah. I guess we could just watch Bride Wars again,” said Khana as she scrolled to the movie.
“Yeah sure,”
“Hey, where is your pink scrunchie that you always wear after you wash your hair?”
“I couldn’t find it. It must be at your place,”
“Hehe, along with everything else of yours,”
“Ok, maybe not everything,”
“Khana, this morning I almost tripped over your pink glitter heels that were in the middle of the kitchen floor. So, yeah a lot of your shit is at my place,”
“Ok, ok, you’re right. I’m just there so much ever since we started dating,”
“That’s true,”
“I mean I basically live there now,”
“Yeah, yeah,”
As Khana watched the movie, Bakugo kept thinking about what she said about how often she was at his apartment. He thought about how he looked forward to nothing but a night with Khana, just the two of them. He thought about how loving and supportive Khana had been with his anxiety and nightmares, and everything they had been through in the past year.
The next morning, a very groggy Khana went into the kitchen to make some coffee. Before she took the cold brew out of the fridge, she saw her boyfriend’s work backpack and a pamphlet next to it on the counter. She refrained herself from prying and went back to making her coffee with cold brew and Chobani birthday cake creamer.
Bakugo walked into the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her on the cheek.
“Good morning,”
“Hey, good morning,”
“Oh god, don’t drink that artificial stuff. Give me 5 minutes and I’ll make a creamer that is ten times better than that shit,”
“Hehe, I believe you,”
“Of course you do,”
Bakugo pulled out a pan and went to whisk milk and vanilla onto the stove top to make homemade creamer.
“Hey, um, I saw that pamphlet on the counter. Did you get that at therapy?”
“Uh, yeah. She gave it to me. I told her I would think about it,”
“Ok, that’s good,”
“Yeah,”
“I mean it’s about time someone gave you something to help you chill out,”
“Hey!”
“What it’s true!”
“Oh my god,”
“Seriously though, I’m glad you’re doing better and thinking about your therapist’s suggestions. I’m proud of you,”
“Really? Why?”
“Cause I know what you’re doing isn’t easy,”
“Yeah, but it’s worth it, just like you,”