It was a rainy an cold evening, and most of 1A was hanging out in the dorms. You had gotten the task to make a dinner for Eri, because Aizawa wasn’t available.

You huff and put your hands on your hips, glaring down at the spill of ingredients you had laying out. Suddenly, a scoff came from your left and you see Bakugou cutting vegetables. He glances at you briefly before rolling his eyes and handing you a knife.

“You’re horrible at this. Go cut some fruits and do something useful.”