I'M TRYING TO CHANGE / bakugou

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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags

[member=1637]bakugou[/member]

the girl couldn't exactly cook very well on her own nowadays, as her mobility was limited, but she didn't let that stop her. the boy had expressed interest in learning and she was more than happy to provide. it was funny, to think of her as any sort of teacher. she didn't consider herself too extraordinarily experienced with anything to be a teacher, but she was glad that others liked the things she made - including her cooking.

goldie pushed a basket filled with ingredients and supplies in front of her as she struggled towards bakugou's home, having a very specific meal in mind. although, she did bring back up in case he ended up wanting to make something else. she was quite skilled with preparing pasta and fish, just because of jacob and pincher. mister dad teaching her to cook is still something she appreciated so much. she loved sharing that with him. she hoped he was happy with her now, as she was going to pass on the skills he taught to her.

this little meeting would actually put the stressed and tired girl in a good mood, allowing herself to hum a little tune as she pushed the basket along, her shaking legs dragging close to the ground. the injured girl would stumble towards bakugou's door, knocking on it a few times with a small smile upon her features.

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He's good at forgetting what he doesn't consider important. Names, for that reason, are difficult for him to remember. They are just strangely morphed sounds to him, given more meaning than they actually require. Goldenluxury. He's seen her enough times and she's never appeared to be a threat to his ascension to his mastery in combat. Surprisingly, it's hard for him to forget her face and name. He doesn't know her well except that she is a bundle of positive energy, a catalyst for the fortune of others. But, judging from her injuries, there has to be a balance somewhere. It makes him almost wince at the thought of it, as if Bakugou was capable of pitying the girl for her sorry state. It seems that time in The Typhoon has made him soft, far more emotionally conserved than he had been before back in UA. Whether or not it bothers him, however, is its own topic entirely. Not even Bakugou can title the feelings he felt towards his own personal development.

One could hear a clash following the sound of Goldenluxury's knocking. Once again, he didn't assume the bengal to be actually serious when she offered to teach him how to make curry. He just thought it was an in-the-moment kind of thing, or perhaps a display of her brimming positivity. Now it makes him feel even more foolish into thinking any part of her might have been part of an act, this feeling sinking through his skin when he opens the door. His tail is throbbing after having dropped a stone hammer-like tool. He turned around too quickly that his shoulder had knocked the table's surface, causing it to rattle and drop what he was working on...and damn did it sting. Bakugou tries not to grimace, briefly wondering why she is at his doorstep until his sanguine eyes meet the ingredients the fem was holding. From the smell of spices, he realises she is going ahead with her offer. Her kindness never ceased to unsettle him. "Goldenluxury," he manages to say, blinking in half-surprise. He moves immediately to try and take the basket from her struggled care in an attempt to help lessen the load. "You could have just told me to come take the supplies from your house rather than make me look like a shithead by bringing it all by yourself." There's a clear frown forming upon his face, but he tries his best to help her into his little house and move everything into the makeshift kitchen.

Cooking. Right. The thought of it makes the flames which coated his tail burn a little brighter, as if he was beginning to feel anxiety.