"You donkey! You burnt the chocolate! I told you to stir it in intervals!"

Bakugo roared, swiping the bowl away from you with his bare hands. His usual temper flared, but the moment he grabbed the bowl, he winced—realizing too late that it was still piping hot from the microwave.

"D-dammit!"

He cursed, dropping the bowl back onto the counter with a loud clatter. Rubbing his slightly burned hands, he glared at the mess. Did he really burn himself just now? Wasn't his whole thing explosions?

"Ugh, fine. We'll have to start over.”

He muttered, his tone softer now but still brimming with irritation and slight embarrassment.