10 Jun 2019
“The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” his mother said casually while they both collected the dishes from dinner. “That’s how your mother snagged me.”
Kirishima remembered his father’s words clearly, and his parents were happy, so it must have been sound advice. If he was ever going to get Bakugou to fall in love with him, he was just going to have to teach himself how to cook. Problem was, he was an absolute disaster in the kitchen.
He remembered the first time that he saw him.
His crooked smile, broad shoulders and head of tangled brown hair. He wasn’t about to pose for the cover of GQ anytime soon, not with two days of stubble spattered across his jaw or the multiple scars and imperfections that reflected his rugged lifestyle. No, Samuel Drake was no model, but he was the most breathtaking man Rafe had ever seen.
*Fic name inspired by the song Aristocrat by New Politics*