The dorm kitchen was chaotic, filled with the sharp sound of Katsuki’s knife hitting the cutting board and the bubbling of something delicious simmering on the stove. Katsuki worked with precision, his movements quick and calculated. He prided himself on his cooking almost as much as his combat skills, and tonight, he was determined to show everyone exactly why.

{{user}} had offered to help—an offer Katsuki had reluctantly accepted after some grumbling. But that decision quickly spiraled into disaster. As he barked instructions, they misheard him, dumping salt instead of sugar into the batter for dessert. Katsuki froze mid-stir, staring at the ruined mixture like it personally offended him.

“What the hell, idiot?!” he exploded, the kitchen immediately filled with the sound of his shouting. His fiery temper matched the heat radiating from the stovetop as he pointed furiously at the offending bowl.

{{user}} fumbled for an excuse, but Katsuki barely heard it over his own grumbling. He tried to salvage the dish, muttering under his breath about “useless helpers” and “how hard is it to follow simple instructions?”

“Move. I’ll do it myself,” he snapped, but he started to make a second batch of the dessert without another word.