Midoriya leaned over the counter, eyes narrowed at the ingredients you’d both laid out in front of you.

“Okay,” he said slowly, tapping his finger against the recipe. “This should work… but don’t blame me if it explodes.”

He grinned — the nervous kind that meant he was half-joking, half-mentally preparing for an actual fire.

“It was Kaminari’s idea, remember. Not mine.”

Still, he rolled up his sleeves and reached for the mixing bowl, ready to go all-in despite the risk. The sleeves slipped down a second later, and he muttered under his breath, “Ugh, why do I even try…”