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“Hey Deku, what’s your favorite dessert?”

Midoriya looked up from his textbook to see Uraraka hovering over him, smiling sweetly, and almost had a heart attack. “U-Uraraka!” he stammered, his face turning pink. “W-What are you doing here?”

“Well, with Sato out with the stomach flu right now, we figured we’d brush up on our baking skills, just us girls!” she explained, pointing over her shoulder at Yaoyorozu, Jiro, and Tsuyu, who were also waiting expectantly. “So, what’s your favorite dessert?” Midoriya paused, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

“W-Well, I like a lot of desserts,” he admitted, “But if I had to pick one, I’d say… apple pie!”

“Apple pie? Isn’t that a very American dessert, ribbit?” Tsuyu asked curiously.

“Y-Yeah, well, it’s All-Might’s favorite…” Midoriya mumbled, sounding rather embarrassed. “He said so in an interview a few years back…” Uraraka’s smile froze.

Why did I have to fall in love with a fanboy? she cursed herself, before shaking herself from her thoughts and giving Midoriya a cheerful thumbs-up. “Alright, one apple pie, coming right up!”

“Are you sure we’re doing this right?” Jiro asked, surveying the spread of ingredients laid out across the counter in front of them. “That seems like a lot for a simple apple pie.”

“Maybe we should have used a recipe, ribbit,” Tsuyu agreed, tapping her chin thoughtfully. Yaoyorozu scoffed.

“Nonsense!” she replied, standing up straighter. “We’re all perfectly capable Heroes-in-training, a pie should be no problem!” But before the quartet could start making a mess of the kitchen, Bakugo stormed in.

“Move it, extras,” he snarled, reaching up into one of the cupboards and pulling out a pie tin. Ignoring the strange looks he was getting from his peers, he grabbed a mixing bowl and began carefully measuring out ingredients.

“Um, Bakugo?” Uraraka asked, looking over his shoulder. “What are you doing?” The blonde paused mid-measure and sighed, turning to glare at her.

“What does it look like I’m doing, I’m making a pie, since you morons would probably just fuck it up anyway,” he spat before returning to his ingredients.

“We can do it ourselves, thank you very much,” Yaoyorozu replied haughtily. Bakugo paused again and turned to face her, leaning back against the counter.

“Alright then, little miss smartass,” he drawled, “how many grams of bread flour go into a standard pie crust?” Yaoyorozu’s face fell as she began frantically trying to work out the measurements in her head.

“Erm… sixteen?” she tried. Bakugo just shook his head.

“Trick question, you don’t use bread flour for pie crust,” he answered, turning back to his work and starting to knead the mixture in the bowl with his hands.

“Is there anything we can do to help, ribbit?” Tsuyu asked, craning her neck to see what their hot-headed classmate was doing.

“Yeah,” he replied, not even bothering to look behind him. “You can get the hell out of my kitchen.”

“Well, that was rather rude,” Yaoyorozu sniffed, folding her arms as she and the others waited in the common area.

“It’s probably for the best,” Jiro pointed out. “We don’t want a repeat of the croissant incident.” All four shivered at the memory.

“I dunno, I think it’s kinda sweet!” Uraraka admitted. “Bakugo really does care about Deku, in his own weird way.”

Midoriya was startled once again by a pie being slammed down on the table in front of him, nearly causing him to fall over backward in his chair. He looked up to see Bakugo standing over him, wearing a black apron that was lightly dusted with flour and looking very impatient. “There you go, you damn nerd, one apple pie,” he snapped, pointing at the dessert in question. “You better eat a piece before it gets cold.”

“Th-Thanks, Kacchan!” Midoriya stuttered, surprised by the unexpected act of kindness but not willing to look a gift horse in the mouth. “It looks really good!”

“Yeah, of course it does,” Bakugo snorted, rolling his eyes. “Hang on, I’ll go get a knife.”

Midoriya picked up the knife and sliced off a sizeable piece, carefully sliding it onto his plate before digging in. As soon as the first bite reached his mouth, he was in heaven. “Mmm, this is really good!” he exclaimed, momentarily forgetting what his mom had told him about talking with his mouth full. Bakugo turned away, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Y-Yeah, well, it’s whatever,” he mumbled. Todoroki, who had been sitting across from Midoriya the entire time, started to reach for the knife, eyeing the delicious prize in front of him.

“Hey, hands off, Icy-Hot!” Bakugo barked, smacking the boy’s hand. “I didn’t make it for you!” Todoroki looked to Midoriya, who had almost finished his piece.

“Oh, it’s alright Todoroki!” he assured, pausing for another forkful of flaky crust and fruit filling. “You can have a piece, I don’t mind!” Despite continued glares from Bakugo, Todoroki calmly grabbed the knife and cut himself a piece as well. He stared at the tantalizing triangle for a moment, as if unsure if it was safe to eat or not, before carefully cutting into it with his fork and slowly, slowly taking a bite…

Todoroki closed his eyes in pure bliss; it was sweet and soft and crunchy all at the same time, the fruity flavors melting on his tongue. It had an almost motherly warmth to it, reminding him of his own mother, still trapped in a mental facility… and then, just like that, it was gone. Blinking open his two-tone eyes, he looked down at the rest of the slice in front of him before proceeding to devour it like someone possessed. Within a minute or two he had cleaned his plate and was already going for seconds. Bakugo watched in horror as his hard work was demolished by one ravenous classmate, while Midoriya simply looked on with mild curiosity.

After finishing his third piece of pie, Todoroki finally set his fork down and stood up to take his plate to the sink. However, on his way there, he stopped in front of Bakugo and put a firm hand on his shoulder, staring into his eyes with solemn intensity.

“I would die for you,” he stated matter-of-factly, then turned and went to wash his dishes. Bakugo stood there in complete silence for a moment, his face slowly turning red and his left eye twitching, until finally he exploded.

“What the fuck?!” he screeched, tearing off his apron and throwing it on the ground. “Who the hell does that half-and-half bastard think he is, telling me he’d die for me?! What the fuck?!”

“I-I guess that means he really liked your pie?” Midoriya offered. Bakugo paused in his tantrum, a dark shadow falling over his face as he clenched his fists.

“Oh yeah?” he growled, practically shaking with rage. “Then he’s going to love my specialty knuckle sandwich, it packs a real punch…”