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Katsuki stared at the bento before him. Out of what all the assholes and crazy people out to get him could possibly do, Bakugo really didn’t mind this one. Ever since returning from his kidnapping, at noon without fail, a new bento would be sitting on the porch - affirmation-filled note included.
His parents had yet to catch on, being out of the house as they were busy saving face in front of the press for their fashion line. Not that Katsuki cared. It was his fault anyway. The least he could do was not make trouble for anyone - even the mystery bento maker.
Bakugo loved the meals that were left for him. It saved time on cooking and cut down on dishes, not to mention how great the lunches were. If the food was laced with something that left him in anticipation for the next serving, he was not the one complaining. Katsuki even made a point to wash the box before setting it back out.
But today, well, today was different. The bento was still there, filled with omurice. The note was tucked against the outside of the box like usual. The ketchup writing, however, read ‘LOV’ in big, messy streaks. Katsuki quickly turned his attention to the note, hoping to disprove his fears.
The note read:
Hang in there, Yuga! We have lots of ‘LOV’ for you!
Toumra helped with the cooking today.
Please enjoy,
Kurogiri
Curses. The note has only made things worse. Not only did he receive the wrong lunchbox, but Lazer Shit was involved with the League of Villains, and Tomura of all people had helped make this food! Bakugo really didn’t mind Kurogiri’s cooking, honestly. He’d been eating it this whole time and there were other things to be upset about with this reveal.
About a week had gone by and he had decided to keep quiet. Lazer Shit couldn’t be doing traitor nonsense while UA was on temporary leave, and Katsuki had no real way of turning down the unsolicited food so he just let it be. Less trouble for others and less trouble for himself.
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The first day in the UA dorms had been a little rough, and Katsuki got really tense when Lazer Shit approached him. They probably weren’t going to receive lunches for a while. There had only been that one mix-up the entire time, and as far as Bakugo was concerned, Tomura never got to help out again.
“Y’know, he made a real effort to put an ‘e’ on your omurice that day.” Yuga said, “He felt bad about mixing them up.”
Katsuki scoffed, but still lowered his voice, “You’re lucky your mist mommy is a good fucking cook.”
Aoyama gave him a smile, and if Katsuki returned it… he was definitely just playing nice to return the food favor .