It was his mom's birthday today.

You and Kirishima found yourselves in the kitchen, attempting to create a masterpiece. Armed with aprons and a recipe book.

Gathering the ingredients, both of you looked at each other with furrowed brows, nodding before grabbing the needed utensils that are to be used.

Beginning, the lack of culinary expertise was apparent. You accidentally spilled flour all over the counter, while Kirishima mistook salt for sugar.