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A week after the restaurant incident, class 1-A now know what Todoroki Shouto will do to get his revenge. Oh, how wrong they were.
This is from the boy that rather let himself get hypothermia for a decade just to spite his father.
Shouto got plans for Bakugou, and that spicy ramen is only the beginning.
Katsuki was fuming in his table while the idiots are talking. This always happens so he should be used to it. The difference this time was that the topic of conversation was him.
Dunce face got a copy video from Shinsou of Katsuki’s reaction from last week. Raccoon eyes, Soy sauce, and Shitty hair was watching the video and are laughing. At him.
To top it off, Dunce face have been rubbing it in his face for a week too. He told Katsuki that he should just buy Half’n half another stacks of soba. Like hell he’s going to do that!
Their laughter is pissing him off. So like the angry teenager he is, he did what he always do. He exploded.
“AGH! SHUT THE FUCK OFF!”
Shitty hair block his explosion and put his arm around him. Katsuki moved his arms from him. The red hair didn’t feel offended still smiling at Katsuki.
“Relax, Bakubro. I know you’re pissed that you can’t eat the ramen but, hey, you should’ve seen that coming since you’re the one that eat all of Todoroki’s soba.”
“Yeah, and you probably should buy him another stacks if you didn’t want his second wave of revenge.”
“We know you won’t apologize, so just replace the soba you’ve eaten. It’s not that hard.” Raccoon eyes said but only to be refuted by Sparky. “Except it is.” Everyone looks at him.
“Well, almost all of Todoroki’s soba is a premium high quality soba. He needs to order some of them from the production restaurants or factory first before he can get them. Some of them are limited ones. Heck, I bet they don’t even made them anymore. Midoriya said that Todoroki even needed to wait six months before he could get his hands on them. And you just ate them all Bakugou. So, yeah, there going to be a second wave.”
Everyone was quite after hearing the blonde’s explanation. Katsuki feels a bit guilty hearing that, but his anger is still in the majority.
“Damn, no wonder he makes sure you didn’t eat that ramen.” Sero commented breaking the silence.
Being reminded that he can’t eat the ramen and it’s his fault makes Katsuki even more annoyed. He walks out of the class.
“Hey, where are you going Bakubro?”
“Shut up!”
The others followed him and shifted to talk about the art history assignment that’s due tomorrow. When they got to the cafeteria the lunch queue is already gone by three fourth. Katsuki told Lunch Rush his usual order, spicy curry.
“Sorry kid, today’s spicy food is already sold out.”
If it’s every other day Katsuki won’t make a big deal out of some food that he can eat every other day, the problem is that he hasn’t eaten one bite of anything spicy in a week. Not in dorm or in cafeteria.
“WHAT?! How can it be sold out?!”
“Well it’s always gone by this time. There’s a normal curry if you want.”
Not letting his anger blow up, Katsuki begrudgingly accept the offer. It’s really is his fault so he can’t argue.
“Fine, just give me the curry.”
“Better luck next time.”
The Bakusquad got their food and eat their food, in Katsuki case shoved down his food.
They spent the class almost as normal as usual, Bakugou blowing up his table once – an improvement from the usual three tables, Kaminari shorted out his brain in heroic class, and Uraraka accidentally floated some tables or chair. Izuku didn’t break any of his bones so that’s a good thing.
When they got to the dorm, Bakugou hurried to the showers before going to the kitchen. Today was his turn to cook and all day long all he can think of is spicy curry. So that’s what they all going to be eating.
He always makes two separate pot of curry. One for everyone in class which according to him is mild. The other spicy for him and apparently now everyone knows, Izuku. Bakugou has a scowl on his face the entire time he was cooking, but if you look closely there’s an anticipation and smile in his eyes. It almost makes the explosion blonde seems lovable. Almost.
Everyone came down since it was Bakugou’s turn to cook. There’s some that choose to eat in the dining table, Bakusquad, Dekusquad and Yaoyorozu. Which makes the entire time awkward and almost tense for everyone there, mostly the Bakusquad – it’s mainly Kirishima since he’s the only one that can successfully restrict Bakugou’s temper tantrum. The Dekusquad just eat ignoring the room’s atmosphere. It’s funny because it feels like they’re in the restaurant again.
The others migrated to the common room. They’re the lucky ones.
“Thanks for the food Bakubro.”
“Yeah, your food is like heaven.”
Bakugou was internally enjoying the praise from Kirishima and Kaminari. He only eat one spoon of his curry before he slams the spoon to the table and stand up abruptly.
“WHO TOUCH MY CURRY?!”
Everyone stopped eating and looks at Bakugou.
“Kacchan?”
“Hey, what’s wrong Bakugou?”
“Which one of you fuckers mess with my cooking?!”
Bakugou yelled again looking almost like a rabid Pomeranian. No one said anything. After a minute of silence, Kirishima tried to calm Bakugou.
“Um, hey, Bakubro let’s calm down first, then tell us what’s wrong, okay?”
“There’s something wrong with my curry, and I know one of you fuckers here is the reason for that.”
“Um, other than being spicy as hell then I don’t think there’s another problem.” Sero said, trying to relieve the tension which unfortunately cause the opposite instead.
“No, it’s not. I know my spicy curry. And this is not it. Try it!”
“Kacchan you’re exaggerating.” Izuku said trying to calm Bakugou but fanning the fire instead.
“You try it Deku.”
“Kacchan.”
“Try it!” Bakugou said in a serious tone with no anger. That makes it hard for anyone to disagree with him.
Izuku was yield in. Just as he was trying to try Bakugou’s curry Shouto stopped him. The bicolored teen looks at Bakugou and said. “You can’t just use my boyfriend to taste test your curry. It also won’t fix your problem.”
“Oh Yeah, why not?!”
Shouto pointing to Izuku’s plate of curry. “Because he’s also eating the same one.” Which cause Bakugou eyes to widen and looks back and forth to his and Izuku’s curry.
“You didn’t taste anything wrong with it?” Bakugou was confused
“There aren’t anything wrong with it Kacchan. It’s still the same taste. Unless you decided to change the recipe.”
“I didn’t change the recipe! How can you not notice it! It’s didn’t taste the same! Someone is messing with my cooking!”
Bakugou was certain that someone was messing with his cooking. Even with Izuku – the person that he grow up with and has been eating his cooking – rebut his argument.
The blonde stop still for a second. And like he suddenly has an epiphany, he looks at Shouto.
“You.” Bakugou said in a growl.
“Me.” Shouto said in a flat tone.
“You asshole mess with my cooking!” Bakugou said before trying to launch himself to Shouto. Using their quirks, Kirishima and Sero quickly restraint him before he could pummel Shouto.
“Whoa, easy there Bakugou!”
“Calm down a sec, please Bakubro!”
“Let me go! I’m gonna kill that asshole! You expect me to calm down after when he’s the one that mess up with my food!?”
“Bakugou as an aspiring hero in training it is unbecoming of you to try to attack your fellow students.” Iida said while making a chopping motion with his arm and trying to shield Shouto. Everyone was standing right now.
“Bakugou-san, please calm down first then we can discuss this.” Yaoyorozu who was behind Jirou tried to placate him.
“Dude, no one went to the kitchen. You’re the only one there. Even if there is we’ll know since you’ll be yelling at them to get out when you’re cooking.” Jirou told him.
That got him to calm down. He somewhat calm down. Kirishima and Sero let go of him after they are sure he won’t starts a fight. Bakugou was looking confusedly at everyone around him.
“Then who, how, this. ARG!!” Bakugou screamed, before walking away leaving everyone there.
Kirishima concerned, went to follow him. “Bakubro!”
Without the angry teen silence stretch in the dining table. Yaoyorozu glance at Shouto and Izuku. Shouto gives her a small smile which is undetectable to anyone who haven’t know the heterochromia teen. Everyone was standing in silence before Uraraka broke it.
“Well, that just happen.”
“I’m hungry, kero.” Asui’s comment makes everyone realized that their food is getting cold before they gone back to sit down and continue to eat.
No one really bothered with what happened since this is a normal reoccurrence. They finished their food and wash the dishes.
Kaminari, Ashido, and Sero went to check out the class angry resident. Yaoyorozu is making tea for the others and Jirou decided to stay and help her. When the three are gone Jirou looks at the Dekusquad. She stares at Shouto and asked. “What did you do?” Which only get a raised eyebrow from him.
“Don’t play dumb. I know you asked Yaomomo to make you something a couple days ago.”
Shouto looks at Yaoyorozu, she smiled at him and said. “It’s okay Todoroki-san, she won’t tell anyone.”
“I change all of the spicy spices that Bakugou likes to use.” He said casually while drinking his tea.
Jirou was speechless. “Wait! Hold on. You change all of the dorm condiments, just to get back at Bakugou.”
“Of course not. Just the ones that he like to used.”
“When?!”
“Two days after we ate at the restaurant.”
“How did he not notice? Bakugou should’ve notice the difference.”
“You forgot I got help. Izuku grow up with Bakugou. He knows which one is Bakugou’s and the difference in the spices. Bakugou sleeps at 8 sharp. I just need to change it around midnight. Shinsou got insomnia, so he and Iida decided to helped-”
“Wait, wait! How did Prez get roped in this?” Jirou cut Shouto’s explanation and aims at Iida.
The blue haired teen fix his glasses position and replied. “As an aspiring hero in training it is disgrace to cause trouble for our fellow classmate. But, as a friend it is okay to help our friend to get back at the person that disrupt them first.”
Jirou raised her eyebrows questioningly at him. Iida faltered at her looks. He used his hands to cover his face as he hunch his back. “Most of Todoroki’s soba was presents from us and his family. They didn’t produce them anymore since it’s the seasonal limited edition.”
Jirou grimace at the new information. The others are nodding their head at her reaction. Now she felt a little sad for Shouto. Trying to get back to the conversation she asked Shinsou. “Are you the same as Prez?”
“No. I just wanted to see explodo’s reaction.” Shinsou’s answer helped adjust the mood to a lighter one.
Jirou smirked at him. “Well, his reaction is quite amusing, I’ll give you that,” the others laugh, “you were saying?” She asked Shouto.
Still with a small smile, Shouto replied. “Shinsou and Iida helped with switching the spices. Iida makes sure that the spices he poured are equal with the ones that Bakugou’s already used. Uraraka and Asui-”
“Call me Tsuyu-chan.” Asui interrupted.
“Uraraka and Tsuyu- chan, helped with making the spices. And I asked Yaoyorozu to make me the identical container with the ones that Bakugou had.”
Jirou just looks at him and said. “Aren’t you putting too much effort to get back at Bakugou?”
“No one gets between me and soba.” Jirou shot him an unimpressed look. “Also the looks on his face is worth it.”
“Can’t say I disagree.” Everyone laughed. “One last thing though,” Shouto nods at her, “how did you get rid of his spices without leaving behind a trail of smells?”
“I didn’t.”
“You didn’t.” Jirou parroted.
Shouto didn’t answer her and there’s just silence. Knowing that she’ll never get the answer by waiting any longer, she asked. “Then where is it?”
A smile begin to form on Shouto’s face.
Todoroki Enji is sitting at the dining room. Fuyumi putting the last plate of food to the table.
“A couple of days ago Shouto brought us some spices. He told me to try cooking some spicy food with it.”
Enji looks at the foods in front of it. All of the food looks red. He could smell the strong spices.
“I see.”
Fuyumi smiled at her father. “Well then, let’s eat.”
Enji nodded at her. “Let’s eat.”
They both eat a spoonful bite. Both of them were shocked. Fuyumi was smiling. Meanwhile Enji’s face was getting red, and he started coughing. The fire on his face shrink.
“Oh my, this is delicious. I have to thank Shouto later for the spices.”
“U.. u.. cough.. umi… wa.. er … cough..” Enji tried to say a few words but it was futile.
“Father is something wrong.” Fuyumi asked, confused by what the red faced Enji was saying.
“Wa.. ter… ease..”
Fuyumi hearing that hurriedly went to get him some water. “Oh, wait a moment.”