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"Are those my fucking crisps, Todoroki?" The entirety of the shared apartment of the two young pro heroes got filled with a chilly, murder-intent heavy air. Todoroki Shouto rested on the couch, with both legs up and crossed over in front of him; he was in his black boxer shorts and a snug black top-tank, that didn't quite cover that much skin. Well, to be fair, the shirt wasn't his and neither were the snacks he fished out of the cabinet in a hurry - the TV channel was going to marathon the whole compilation of All Might's recordings, which they later made into several documentaries and biographies to commemorate the man who changed the whole society.But what was happening now wasn't quite what Shouto was hoping for. Bakugou had gone to bed early that night, as he always did - an early riser, and early bed goer as well. It was already crazy enough when they both were able to stay in bed cuddling or whatever the case, let alone watch a marathon that was going to go until the early hours. "No way in hell am I gonna waste my time with this bullshit, I wanna use the rare free day we have tomorrow to be productive." was what Bakugou's said, waving him off after their evening shower together and heading towards their bedroom. Shouto, at the time, had only really shrugged and kept on with his plans. He wasn't quite expecting his life partner to indulge him anyway, so it wasn't a surprise.However, what was in front of him: bare chest with arms crossed in front of his pecs, red boxer briefs that were a bit too tight to still be comfortable, no slippers and an expression that was mostly masked from Shouto's view - since the only light source in the dim lit living room was the TV - was a surprise. Shouto did not expect Bakugou to wake up and come see what he was doing. "Answer me, you fuck." Bakugou barked, eyes shining as he took a step forward, and Shouto was able to see the tussle his hair was in, probably from just rolling out of bed."Didn't you go to sleep?" Was the only thing Shouto was able to say, while his eyes darted around the blonde's frame. His muscles were just tense enough to bulge up without too much force, and to be honest, Bakugou probably wasn't doing that consciously. Or maybe he was. Bakugou was a known teaser. And Bakugou was also a known short fuse. Even with the reflexes that Shouto had acquired even before his years in U.A. and working as pro hero, it was still hard enough to dodge Bakugou when the other one was just taking things a bit too serious, but when Bakugou was actually mad about something, it took all of Shouto's being to even be able to not be killed by an incoming punch. Which then followed a rather quiet, but very sparkly explosion, that not only made Shouto's lungs cough in response, but it also made his entire vision pure white because of the flash. Bakugou had just launched a flashbang in front of Shouto's eyes; and if Shouto didn't know better, he was gonna complain to the blonde about possible cornea damage.Which had happened once - not the damage part, but the complain one - and it left Shouto with three weeks of no sex. "That's what you get for being a fucking coward." Was what Bakugou said at that time and it still puzzles the half-ginger to this day. "Did you not hear me, you Half 'n Half bastard? Answer me if those are my fucking crisps." Bakugou said, in another bark. This time he was already half over Shouto on the couch, right hand taking most of his weight, staying right where it landed the punch."You almost blinded me just so I would answer you?" Indignation was one of the feelings that Shouto felt at the moment, but the other was a complete different one... to be fair, he just had a high of adrenaline pass through his entire body, getting lost along the way back to his heart in the process. He was met with fierce red eyes, that felt like if Bakugou stared for long enough, it would burn him holes. "Yes? I mean, I don't know? It was the first thing I saw in the cabinet." Shouto kept going on, trying his best to not make it sound like an excuse."You took the first thing, knowing how much it pisses me off when you take what's mine?" Bakugou's voice was now starting to get into a murderous whisper and it took everything Shouto had to not swallow in a loud gulp when the blonde started getting up from the position he was in, and started walking again. This time towards the kitchen. "You took my fucking crisps because it was the first thing in cabinet." He repeated himself, like he was trying his hardest to not blow up- "YOU FUCKING--" -- In the end, it was resolved by making another type of commitment in their lives: Shouto would at least look a bit more before taking anything from the cabinet or fridge, and Bakugou would try his best to not start another firework festival, followed by screams and a police call in the middle of the night. They did, however, go to the grocery shop just after getting out of the Police Station (where luckily it didn't stick to their records, neither did anyone really recognise them. Somehow). In which they stocked back up on their favourite snacks and sweets - with an added big amount of spicy ingredients for Bakugou's favourite food, where Shouto would try his best to make up for him.Back home from their shopping, it was decided again for them to spend the rest of the day home. They would take it easy. Get good amounts of rest and watch some nice TV. "... Shouto." Bakugou started, after his bath. Shouto was again seated on the couch, legs extended over the centre table, hair dishevelled by the shower he took himself earlier. Shouto also had an immense bag of crisps on his lap... Oh."Uh-oh..." Was all Shouto could think, before what had just happened last night happened again. And now, it was Todoroki Shouto's job to pay for all the groceries.Bakugou still wanted to accompany him on the trips, though, but he would never say so to the idiot Candy Cane.