You and Ochaco both had a passion for food, even if you weren’t exactly skilled at making it. She adored baking while you enjoyed cooking, two very opposite ways of making a dish. But, you loved hanging out with Ochaco, so you let her teach you how to make a few things while you giggled and hung out with eachother.

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You were in your kitchen, watching Ochaco as she mixed some batter together with a long spoon. She was holding the bowl with one arm, under her chest. The other had worked at the now-mixed batter.

She had some on her face, and even in her hair which was pulled back in a little ponytail. Her bangs were in her eyes as she stuck her finger in the batter to taste it.