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Kirishima watched Izuku as he cooked for the class's dinner. Despite Katsuki's ranting and ravings over that he was a better cook than the nerd, Izuku could cook well. That and, Izuku was actually willing to cook for the dorm. How odd it was to have his target be making him a tasty home cooked meal. Sensei wouldn't need to know about this. He would take it to his grave if he could.
Tetsutetsu would mention it if he knew. Anything to make Kirishima look bad in Sensei's eyes. But what else was he supposed to do? Say no to Izuku's cooking? Cook something himself?
He was already banned from cooking after the little grease fire incident. It wasn't his fault he had to keep his cover as Bakugo's friend.
That insufferable firecracker would serve better as a Nomu than Izuku's friend. But it wasn't his job to be too close to Izuku. His job was to take care of Katsuki if it was needed. Tetsutetsu was supposed to be his cover in the worst case scenario. It would go both ways after all. Neither could afford to get caught while eliminating threats. Why, Red Riot would never fail his mission, if he had one like what the two hardening boys had. So he wouldn't either.
"Kirishima? Dinner's ready. Could you tell everyone?"
"Sure thing Mido-bro," Kirishima said with a fanged grin. He stood and began to look for his classmates, noting who was in their usual spot, and who was shaking it up. Better to know where people were frequenting.
Tetsutetsu jogged another lap past the 1-A dorms, smelling something delicious coming from their kitchen window. His eyes narrowed seeing Midoriya serving his classmates food.
The-The young master was cooking? Kirishima shouldn't force the young master to cook!
His jaw went slack seeing Kirishima run up, eagerly getting food that Midoriya shouldn't have had to make! Oh, Sensei was not going to be pleased. Tetsutetsu stormed off, heading back to his own room for privacy to call Sensei with this unsettling update.
"Whoa. Who pissed you off?" a classmate asked as he stormed past them. Tetsutetsu turned his angry gaze towards. Honenuki just raised his brow curiously.
"Nothing."
"Oh? So you weren't running laps past class 1-A's dorms to try and challenge Kirishima again?"
"I was just running. Happened to smell something. Looks like Midoriya's cooking."
"Oh?" Honenuki intercepted. The boss's kid was cooking. Did he like to cook? Or was it a chore? "Did it smell good?"
"What? Why does that matter?"
"Just wondering if we should try and get dinner at 1-A. You know Kamakiri was sent to do the grocery shopping right?"
"What? Why is he doing the grocery shopping?! He takes forever."
"His turn I guess. It's either we wait for food or we try and slip into 1-A."
"We're not slipping into 1-A," Tetsutetsu grumbled. He was not going to be taking food from Sensei's pride and joy. What if there wasn't enough after all the other hero hopefuls ate. He had seen how Midoriya was. He would forgo eating for someone else's comfort.
"Sure. Alright. Why don't you head back to the dorm? You kind of reek."
Tetsutetsu rolled his eyes but made his way back to 1-B's dorm. He'd send a message to Sensei about Kirishima eating Izuku's cooking. See if anything came of it.
Honenuki on the other hand began his stroll towards the 1-A dorm. He could smell the heavy scent of curry permeating the air as well as happy chatter within from the cracked kitchen windows only opened to cool off the room. It certainly smelled good. And peering in, the happy face on Kirishima told him that it was tasty. Shame that 1-A had closed ranks so tightly. Perhaps he should have dealt with Monoma in a different way. Sure he was a good person to point the finger at should anyone in 1-A suspect something, but it made it harder to get close to Midoriya.
Ah, the double edged sword.
"Honenuki-san?"
Honenuki jumped slightly, not expecting to be addressed. There in the doorway was Midoriya. Oh, what luck.
"Evening Midoriya."
"Are you here to take the extra curry to 1-B?"
Honenuki blinked. Was he to what?
"I'm sorry?"
"Kendo said she'd be sending someone over to pick up the extra curry. Something about their kitchen needing work," Midoriya said sounding confused and a little sheepish. "S-She sent over ingredients to help make it so-"
"Midoriya. Calm down. I'd be happy to help. But I don't think I can walk it all on my own," Honenuki said with a smile. His face trying to look sweet, but came across as more unsettling. Midoriya just nodded his head.
"Sure. I don't mind."
He came out with a large container of curry, and many containers of rice.
"Um... which do you want to carry?"
"Either is fine."
Midoriya handed him the lighter curry, carrying the heaping amounts of rice by himself.
"So Midoriya, who cooked all this food?"
"Oh! Erm... I did."
"Really? Do you like cooking?"
Midoriya's eyes lit up.
"Cooking's really interesting! Especially how it can effect people's health and their quirks."
So he did like cooking. He will need to let the boss know.
He heard Midoriya continue talking, going on a progressively quieter tangent that was near a full fledged mutter storm. He didn't tell Midoriya to speak up. That would be rude. He would let him speak at whatever decibel he wanted to that wouldn't blow his cover.