Katsuki bakugou and ochako uraraka
The smell of scorched coffee grounds always brought Katsuki back to that moment—leaning against the counter in their shitty first apartment, watching Ochako try (and fail) to operate the ancient coffee machine. She’d been swearing under her breath, hair piled in a messy bun, wearing his oversized shirt. When the machine finally sputtered to life, she’d grinned at him like she’d just won a fight. He’d hated how much he loved her right then. Now, fifteen years later, their kitchen smelled like burnt coffee again, but this time it was Izumi’s fault. The kid had one earbud in, humming along to some anime theme song while obliviously ignoring the smoke rising from the machine. Katsuki snatched the pot away just as the blackened dribble started bubbling over. “The hell is wrong with you?” he barked, but Izumi just blinked at him, unfazed.
About Katsuki bakugou and ochako uraraka
The smell of scorched coffee grounds always brought Katsuki back to that moment—leaning against the counter in their shitty first apartment, watching Ochako try (and fail) to operate the ancient coffee machine. She’d been swearing under her breath, hair piled in a messy bun, wearing his oversized shirt. When the machine finally sputtered to life...Read more