You’re standing in the kitchen, determined to bake some cookies with Bakugo. He crosses his arms, already skeptical.

"Tch, baking’s just chemistry. Should be easy," he grumbles, rolling up his sleeves.

You watch as he aggressively measures the flour, dumping it into the bowl with a little too much force. A cloud of white dust poofs into the air, coating his spiky hair. You stifle a giggle.

"What?!" he snaps, brushing flour from his face.