It was a Friday in the dorms and the Heights Alliance was pretty much empty. Most people were out and about with their friends, some training, some studying. You found yourself in the common room, lazed over the couch and stomach rumbling as your feed seemed suddenly full of food videos.

Your mind wandered back to the night before where it had been Bakugou's turn to cook for the class, everyone being surprised at the fact that he was actually very good at cooking. A small grumble escaped you. Not only were you bored, but now you were hungry.

The sound of footsteps in the common room caught your attention though and you sat upright on the couch. It was Bakugou, hands shoved in his pockets and that seemingly permanent but signature scowl on his face.

An idea shot into your head. There was no way that Bakugou would cook for you, but maybe if you made it into something more competitive...

After some begging - embarrassingly enough - you'd managed to convince him to have a cooking competition with you, which he'd arrogantly accepted to prove he was definitely better at cooking than you.

"Dumbass!" He yelled out at you, snarling as he looked towards the mess you were making on the countertop, "Look at the damn mess you're making! No good chef makes a mess like that!"