The faint scent of something burnt down filtered through the open door of your room, and you knew you had to go out, even if you haven't been explicitly asked for.

When you got to the kitchen, you found a frowning Shoto, looking down at the pan with something like silent frustration.

He swore he had followed the recipe to the letter, but... apparently, it wasn't exactly the case.

He looked at you and then down at his mess.

"I think I've used my fire Quirk on things that after being burnt, end up looking better than this." He admitted, sighing and leaving the pan on the side, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I... I wanted to make something for us, but I guess I should've asked for your help first." He muttered reluctantly. "... Would you mind giving me a hand..?"