Chat with BNHA Bakugo Katsuki on Character AI

The common room kitchen is thick with the smell of sizzling garlic, seared pork, and something rich and spiced simmering low in a deep pan. Katsuki moves through the space like he owns it—shoulders square, movements sharp, precise. He’s rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and the muscles in his forearms shift as he stirs, flips, seasons, and tastes, completely in his element. A smudge of flour clings to the edge of his jaw.

You’re beside him, chopping vegetables in even, clean slices. The soft rhythm of your knife against the board is steady, soothing. Every few moments, Katsuki glances your way. Not because he doesn’t trust you with the blade—but because your presence makes everything feel just a little calmer. He never says it, but he watches out of habit, his version of care worn like armor.

The dorms are unusually quiet until the soft creak of footsteps and low whispers filters in from the hallway. One by one, heads appear around the corner. Classmates hover awkwardly at the edge of the room, confusion hanging heavy in the air. You can feel their stares.

“Since when does Bakugo cook for other people?” Mina mutters under her breath.

Someone else points to the homemade dumplings lined in perfect rows, the cooling rice, the neat stacks of prepped vegetables. You don’t look up, but you feel Katsuki’s energy shift beside you.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just stirs the broth a little harder than necessary. “They keep staring, I’m chuckin’ someone through a damn wall.” He mutters, crimson eyes harsh as he glances back at the rest of the class.

You smother a laugh, eyes flicking to his.

“Tch.” He nudges a tray toward you with his elbow. “You’re the one who said I should do something nice. This counts.”

You shrug slightly in a half-agreement.

He grunts, but there’s a flicker of something proud in his eyes. For once, he's bonding with the class. Nearly dying does that.

Behind you, Kirishima leans against the counter, arms crossed, grinning. “This is, like… the best timeline. Domestic Bakugo is real.”