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If there was one thing that everyone in class 2-a agreed on, it was that Aizawa and Mic were married. Well, that, and the fact that Midoriya should never EVER be allowed in a kitchen. Ever.
This fact became known by the entire school during their first year. It had been around 4 a.m and Shoji had woken up to his second nose smelling smoke. Immediately, he got up and ran to Todoroki’s room, thinking that he had accidentally lit something on fire - it’s happened more times than you'd think.
But Todoroki had already woken up from the stench and was exiting his own room just as Shoji approached the door. Together, the two made quick work of banging on everyone’s doors and ushering everyone into the common room. It was then they noticed that Midoriya wasn’t in his room.
They found him in the kitchen getting yelled at by Bakugou, who was already upset at being woken up. Turns out, Midoriya had gotten hungry and tried to make some instant noodles in the microwave. Yeah…...he put a plastic plate and metal knife in there as well.
Most of the class only groaned and went back up, but were awakened only 20 minutes later by screaming.
Midoriya tried to make it on the stove instead. And he burned it. And the stove exploded.
By then, it was already only an hour before class started so most people just sat on the couches, complaining while Midoriya sheepishly apologized.
Momo, Iida, Bakugou, and Sato - the four headsmen of the kitchen - all entered the room and told Midoriya that he would no longer be allowed in the kitchen.
Everyone was extremely thankful for the decision, - except Midoriya himself. He said that there were multiple times where he woke up extremely hungry and couldn’t sleep until after.
“THEN ORDER SOMETHING DUMBASS!” Bakugou yelled. He was by far the most annoyed by the disturbance. After all, the number 1 hero should always be healthy, and sleep is EXTREMELY important.
“Bakugou-kun, I don’t think there are any 24-hour open restaurants here.” Momo replied, sighing. Then she gasped. “Bakugou! Yes! You!”
Everyone in the common room turned to look at her in confusion, including said male.
“Hah? What about me?”
“Well, Iida doesn’t cook very well, he’s only a head because he’s the president. Sato can only bake. I myself am only allowed since I make tea. You are by far the best cook in the class!” She exclaimed.
“Damn straight I am! I’m the best at everything! But the hell does that have to do with….no. HELL NO!” His eyes widened in realization and he shook his head furiously.
“What? What?!” Midoriya jumped up, his head moving from Bakugou to Momo.
“Yes! From now on, Bakugou will cook all of Midoriya’s meals! It’s perfect! He loves your food the most anyway!”
“I NEVER AGREED TO THIS!” Bakugou yelled angrily. There was no way he was cooking for the damn nerd!
“Kacchan please?! Your cooking is amazing! It’s the best food I’ve ever tasted! I mean, most of your food at least! Your sweets need a little practice. Maybe add a bit more sugar in them, and sometimes some chocolates. Also, I still love my mom’s miso soup. But I like your Katsudon better. But don’t tell her I said that! Oh please don’t tell her! She’ll be so sad and then try to make it better, and then work too hard, then get stre-” Midoriya started mumbling on and on.
“SHUT YOUR TRAP! FINE! I’LL DO IT! BUT YOU BETTER KEEP YOUR ASS OUTTA THE KITCHEN FROM NOW ON THEN, YA HEAR ME?!” He stormed off to his room to change into uniform, followed by the rest of the class. Only Midoriya stood in the common room alone, bouncing on the balls of his feet, a smile stretched across his blushed face.