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Bakugou ~ Let It Snow
● The sound of the radio floated down the halls while Katsuki made dinner in the kitchen. He knew you liked to listen to it while you worked in your office, but even so, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at some of the stations you chose
● Recently it had been nonstop Christmas music, and honestly he was starting to get tired of how much "Winter Wonderland" was stuck in his head
● But still, this was something he was willing to let you have. Besides, he didn't have to deal with it too often—only when you were working on your own thing
● He continued to chop vegetables, hoping the sounds of the knife under his skilled hands would drown out the noise
● Nope, there it was— "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow—"
● Seriously, why did all these songs have to be so dumb and repetitive? And why was it so goddamn catchy?
● His voice gave in before his mind, finding himself humming along to the tune. Whatever. He was alone, he was bored. What could it hurt?
● Bakugou kept at his task, flavoring oil as he prepped his pan for the vegetables
● A few of the lyrics began to tumble from between his lips. He wasn't paying attention to how he sounded
● He barely even registered the fact that he was still humming, even when you'd switched off the radio in the other room. He also didn't notice when you came out to the kitchen to accompany him in his culinary endeavors
● You froze when your ears picked up the sound of low, gravelly humming. You weren't sure what it was at first, your brain almost incapable of considering Katsuki of all people, humming in his kitchen
● But no, your eyes matched up with your ears. Peeking into the kitchen, there he was, doing some hybrid mutter-humming of the Christmas song from the radio you'd just switched off
● You bit back a snort. There wasn't anything wrong with him singing, of course not (even if you couldn't necessarily describe his voice as 'good'), but it was unexpected and . . . kind of nice
● You watched him for a moment, taking in the smells of your soon-to-be meal as he stirred it at the stove
● Even though you were enjoying yourself, you thought it a bit rude to invade his privacy like this. You couldn't stand here in silence forever, right?
