Bakugous Tourettes

Chapter 20 Sugar Spice And Everything Nice

MissMina17 requested Sato and a shout-out, so here we go.

Author's note:

  Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I was busy reading camp camp fanfictions... yeah that's what I've been doing for like the past 2 weeks. Anyway enjoy the chapter... I have no set plan so we'll see how this goes.

  Bakugou POV:

  At this point most of my class knows about my tourettes. Which is fucking annoying since whenever I would tic in class, I would see a few people smile.

  And of course four eyes was all up in my business because for the most part I was getting along with my classmates, and he was getting suspicious.

  "Hey Bakugou."

  I heard a voice call. Breaking me out of my train of thought.

  I looked up and saw the uh... fuck it Sato.

  I'm to tired to come up with a nickname right now.

  "Hey."

  I answered back.

  "I came in here to bake. It's very relaxing..... you look stressed."

  I looked up in surprise.

  How did he know... am I really that transparent?

  "You want to help?"

  He offered. Holding up an apron.

  Normally I would say no... but he was right. I am stressed, and baking does sounded like fun.

  I didn't answer. I instead grabbed the apron and put it on.

  He smiled, looking almost surprised that I excepted.

  We got to work.

  "Okay so we need a half cup butter."

  Sato said, looking up from the recipe.

  I nodded grabbing it from the fridge.

  "Okay, now we need 2 cups sugar."

  "Am I your errand boy now?"

  I asked in a sarcastic tone.

  "I mean, I obviously can't make you do anything. So that is really up to you."

  He said. A big smile on his face.

  I laughed. Grabbing the sugar.

  That... was the first time I genuinely laughed in a while... Kirishima had been doing his best to try and cheer me up... but I was just... tired...

  "Alright now we need 2 eggs."

  "Why didn't you have me grab that when I was at the fridge for the butter?"

  "Hey, I'm just reading it in order."

  "Yeah, whatever."

  I said, grabbing the eggs.

  "Half cup cocoa."

  This is a chocolate cake?! This is gonna be rich."

  I grabbed the cocoa from the cupboard.

  "2 teaspoons vanilla."

  "Where do we even keep that stuff?"

  I asked, looking around the kitchen.

  He pointed at a cupboard really high up above the sink.

  "And you expect me to reach that how?"