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Class 1-A, despite being some of the most experienced pros in training and all of them very much in shape, were also teenagers. And teenagers have god awful diets. All except Bakugou Katsuki, who prides himself on his healthy relationship with food and his exceptional skills in the kitchen.
He’d watch in horror as Kaminari shared his 3rd pizza that week with Kirishima. As Uraraka made her 4th “struggle meal” with the main ingredients usually being some kind of pasta and whatever cheese was on hand. As Iida ate all the same foods for the same meals every day (to be fair, the guy’s pallete was limited to whatever textures and smells didn’t give his brain a fucking spasm).
No no, he couldn’t let this happen! He needs them to be at their 100% so Bakugou could beat them with his awesomeness and awesomeness alone. Yes, that was it.
He needed to intervene. Starting with Little Miss Pink Cheeks. Who had a tendency to skip meals like a fucking dumbass.
They both walked into the common room, sweat stains all on their respective workout clothes. They usually did their morning run together, which almost always turned into a race to see who could make it back to the dorms first. Much to Bakugou's annoyance, Uraraka won today.
“How’s it feel getting absolutely demolished by me yet again?” There was an obnoxious, smug look on her face.
“This was your first win in a week, don’t get an even bigger head.”
“GASP!” She put a hand to her chest like an offended Victorian woman who just saw someone's knees in public. “How dare you insult my perfect skull!”
“How do you have a smart boyfriend when you’re so fucking stupid?”
“Ahh I see, you’re just mad I got a boyfriend before you. Well maybe as my prize I’ll set you up with someone.”
“Fuck off I don’t need a boyfriend.” True, he didn’t need a boyfriend. But he'd be lying if a small part of him didn’t feel a little envious of his other classmates getting into relationships while he continues his 17 year single streak.
First, it was Deku and shitty hair, one year done and still goin’ strong. Then all the sudden cheeks and glasses were an item which thank god they stopped being idiots for 5 seconds and realized they liked each other. Then ponytail and ears who were probably the least obnoxious couple in class.
Part of him wanted to get out there, but he didn’t know where to start. How does one just, get a boyfriend? Especially someone with no idea how romance even works?
“Anyways, here take this.” He changed the subject by handing the girl her lunch.
“What’s this? A bomb?”
“The fuck?? It's lunch. Did you puke your brain cells out last time you overused your quirk??”
“Genuinely be quiet. Why’d you make me lunch?”
“I just did now shut it before I take it back.”
He made it with her in mind; Miso chicken breast on rice, she’s wanting to build some muscle but rarely eats her proteins. Sides were easy, a rolled egg, some melon cubes mixed with mangoes, carrot sticks with broccoli, and for dessert a few mochi balls he’d picked up at the store.
“Aww you care about me!” She leaned into his side.
“I literally despise you and everything you’re associated with.” He pushed her out of his space. “Get Scarface to reheat it for you, it’s chicken.”
“Thank you Bakugou, this is really sweet.” She squeezed his arm once and walked towards her room. “I’m gonna wash this stank off of me, see ya in class.”
His chest felt warm and he let himself smirk. He walked towards his dorm so start getting ready as well.
At lunch, he saw her chewing her food happily. He felt his ego get impossibly bigger, but said nothing as he walked past her. Just a light shove of her head. And a sharp look from her in return.
He didn’t know why, but he felt satisfied about something. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what that was though.