Finished - September 21, 2022

Word Count - 5837

Music - Wolfborn - BrunuhVille

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Considering the restless night, Allira woke up late. Her tired eyes could barely read the clock beside her bed, even with her glasses, she was too tired to read the fuzzy numbers. The first night in a new place was always restless. No matter how many times she experienced it, it always took several days to accumulate to a new environment.

The light blinded her sensitive pupils as she drew back the curtains, the sun high in the sky. It must have been late morning, maybe even early afternoon. She probably slept in, though it didn't seem to help her from feeling tired.

Allira was never a morning person, she valued her sleep. Though, she rarely got a full eight hours.

It was very normal for her to stay up late, not able to calm her mind when it was dark. Then she would finally force herself to sleep around 3:00am, only to be exhausted in the morning. Probably because she ran on a constant 4 hours of sleep almost every day.

This brought her mind to the next topic, and solution to her predicament. Or rather, her addiction and only coping mechanism to stay awake during the day.

Tea.

Allira was obsessed with tea. Herbal tea, loose leaf, black tea, milk tea, matcha, chai, tea latte's, ect. She never failed to start her mornings with a hot cup of tea. Within her desk, laid a secret stash of her private collection of tea bags. She wasn't sure if she trusted her classmates not to steal from it, therefore she decided not to keep it in the public kitchen.

Oh, public kitchen. That meant that Allira had to drag herself out of bed, into real clothes and socialize if she wanted her tea.

With a dramatic groan she flopped out of bed and put on some of her new clothes from the mall. The black crop top and highwaisted skirt quickly became her favorite items to wear. They were comfortable and super cute.

She didn't bother wearing shoes, but she did wear her black tights to hide the scar on her upper thigh. Her skirt was probably long enough to cover it, but she wasn't taking any chances.

Before heading down the stairs, she grabbed a large flannel and hung it around her waist. Allira always ran cold and knew she wouldn't want to climb up the three flights of stairs again.

Upon the main level, she was thankful that there weren't many people there. Midoriya, Kirishima and Shinso were talking in a circle by the kitchen. Large gym bags laid at their feet, they must have just come back from working out. Yikes, how early did they have to wake up?

"Good morning Takari." Midoriya waved his hand to her before she even took the last step down the stairs.

"Hey, look who is finally awake. You must have been out." Kirishima laughed, trying to start up a conversation.

Allira held up a finger, which silenced the boys immediately. "Tea."

Kirishima and Midoriya looked at each other, both confused.

"Tea. Then talk." Allira held up her secret tea collection and moved past them, to the kitchen. She didn't mean to be rude, but she was in no condition to socialize yet.

The boys both laughed and seemed to understand.

"Not a morning person huh." Kirishima folded his arms with a laugh.

"Sorry about that Takari, it's the first morning. Guess I'm just a bit excited." Midoriya scratched the back of his head with a receded smile.

Allira filled the water kettle and set it on the stove, boiling water was crucial for any tea. While she continued to prepare her beverage, Shinso joined Kirishima and Midoriya at the kitchen bar. Each sat in the stools against the high counter to watch her and possibly conversate.

"So, how did you sleep?" Midoriya asked.

"You know me." Kirishima jabbed his thumb towards his chest. "I sleep like a rock."

"You did not just say that." Shinso rolled his eyes.

"It's true though, I can sleep anywhere. At any time. In any position."

"Are you even human?" The bags under Shinso's eyes proved that he hadn't slept well in the last year, which added to his jealousy.

"How about you Takari?" Midoriya turned his head back to her.

Without words, she held up her freshly brewed tea. As if she was cheer's-ing the air, her eyes staring blankly at something on the floor.

"I'll take that as a no." He sighed, understanding her nonverbal communication.

Allira stayed in the kitchen, forcing herself to stay standing or else she would fall back asleep. The conversation continued as she slowly sipped her caffeinated drink. After about ten minutes, she was finally starting to feel more awake. Which the boys noticed, because she joined their conversation.

"Looks like I missed out on some fun stuff at the mall yesterday." Midoriya sighed, after listening to Kirishima's explanation of the day.

"It was a ton of fun, Bakugo came too. Which was super cool."

"Kacchan did?" He looked very surprised and happy at the mention of his friend.

"Why do you call him that?" Allira asked.

"Oh, that's a story." Kirishima laughed.

"What do you mean?" Allira didn't understand.

Midoriya stayed silent, almost as if he was embarrassed and let his friends start the explanation.

"Well, it might not look like it. But Midoriya and Bakugo grew up together as kids." Shinso started.

"Really? I wouldn't have thought that, since he seems so angry at you all the time." Allira almost laughed.

"Yeah..." Midoriya slumped his shoulders.

"That's the beauty of Bakugo." Kirishima slapped Midoriya gently on the back. "Dude has a harder time expressing himself than most, the more aggressive he is; probably means he likes ya."

"Good to know." Allira giggled, remembering how "passionate" he was.

"On an unrelated note, Takari." Midoriya caught her attention. "I have a weird favor to ask."

Allira was stunned by his comment and took a look around to make sure he wasn't talking to anyone else. She then raised a finger towards herself and asked. "Me?"

"Yes." He straightened his back in all seriousness.

"O-Okay." She hesitantly agreed.

"Can you tell me everything about your quirk!" He practically shouted.

"That's it?" Allira was expecting something completely different. "Of course, but why?"

"Midoriya keeps a secret Hero's Journal of all his favorite Heroes." Kirishima laughed.

"It's not secret!"

"Alright, alright." Kirishima raised his hands in defense. "Whatever you say."

"Of course I'll tell you about my quirk. It would be an honor to be in your Journal." Allira smiled.

Midoriya's eyes practically sparkled in utter joy at her response. He pulled a small notebook out of his gym bag and flipped through the pages. Kirishima and Shinso waved goodbye and headed upstairs, each knowing this would be a long conversation.

As Midoriya found an empty page, Allira examined his journal. She noticed that it was old, tattered and wrinkled from years of use. Much time and energy had been poured into this little book, she could tell this was a prized possession. Now she was privileged enough to become a part of it.

"So, first of all. What is your quirk called?" He asked, pen at the ready.

"We call it Crystal Cooperation, but the official title is Colloidal." Allira explained how her quirk was a bit different from other quirks, how she transferred her energy through crystals. Her energy acted as a guide, an extension of her body. Almost a fifth sense that communicated to the crystals.

Each crystal had different uses, or different abilities. So far, she had only learned to use four. Each type of crystal was different and took practice to learn. She hadn't perfected any of them, but the four she knew were; Rose quartz, Amethyst, Tiger's Eye, and Labradorite.

Rose Quartz allowed her to heal the physical body. The crystal aided her in repairing broken or damaged cells. Which caused the flesh the ability to restore the skin and heal itself. This explained how she was able to mend Midoriya's wound at the quirk apprehension test.

Amethyst could be used for healing of the mind. Allira mostly used it to calm her nerves when she was anxious or overstimulated. This crystal creates a sense of calm, soothes the nerves and in some cases, it can force a person into a deep sleep.

Tiger's Eye is a crystal of creation. Used mostly in combat, Allira could create anything she wanted. Shields, weapons, platforms, ect. Each object takes on the color of her quirk, a glowing purple. She had precise control over the movement and placement of the objects. Though she couldn't make something too far away. Plus if any of her shields shatter, it becomes very painful. Which is why she has to force them down before their breaking point.

Lastly, labradorite. This is the crystal she uses to heighten her senses. She uses labradorite to see without her glasses, or when she needs to read a sign from far away. Since Allira is almost completely blind, this is her way to see the world as it's meant to be viewed. Though, it doesn't help only her sight. It magnifies all her senses. Smell, sight, touch, hearing and taste. It's obvious when she uses this crystal, because her eyes glow with the same purple light.

As Allira was explaining, Midoriya scribbled furiously into the notebook. His face was highly concentrated as he processed the complicated, but interesting information. Allira found it entertaining to watch him get so excited about her quirk.

"Remarkable..." Midoriya mumbled.

"What?"

"Your quirk is almost exactly the same as Ultraviolet's."

Allira verbally gasped at the mention of her mothers hero name.

"That's my mom."

Midoriya's jaw dropped several inches, his tongue practically falling out of his mouth. "Ultraviolet is your mother?!"

"Yeah, how do you know about her?"

"She is one of my favorite Heroes!" Midoriya dropped his pencil and jumped up from the stool, his hands held in excited fists. "My mom told me stories about her. She once saved mom from a fire, and used her shield magic to keep the smoke out."

"My mom saved your mother?" Allira couldn't believe the coincidence.

"That is so cool, I can't believe you are her daughter. That makes so much sense! I never thought about it since you're-" He stopped himself.

"Albino." She finished his sentence. "It's okay, you can say it. I'm not offended."

"Right." Midoriya looked revleaved at her attitude and closed his journal. "Well, thanks for sharing that with me. I'm excited to see how you use your quirk in training."

"I'll keep an eye out for you too." Allira smiled and waved goodbye as he picked up his gym back. With a returning wave, he headed up the stairs to clean up after his workout.

Now that Allira was alone, she felt more relaxed. Not that she didn't like companionship or talking with her friends, but Allira was introverted. Which meant she needed personal time to let her mind relax, her mental battery needed charging after socializing. A way of resetting itself after being used too much.

Since the room was empty, she decided to move to a more comfortable place. Grabbing her mug, she walked over to the couch and sat on the plush cushions. Her eyes wandered to the large windows and watched the scenery.

Autumn was definitely upon them as the weather grew colder. The leaves varied in colors from deep red, to sunshine yellow. Many of them had already fallen and scattered themselves around the roots of the trees. Others caught wind and danced around the sidewalk. The sight was calming and peaceful, the perfect thing to wake up to.

As she sat, gazing out the window, her mind thought back to her conversation with Miroriya. How he had heard about her mother, he even knew some of her abilities and heroics when she was in service. It was a great comfort to Allira that someone besides her family knew about the hero Ultraviolet. She had never met anyone who knew who she was. Allira spent her life thinking that she and her father were the only two people who knew about her existence. As if she was just an insignificant memory from her childhood.

But now, Ultraviolet was more than that. She was a real person, a real hero who saved people's lives. Midoriya was living proof that Ultraviolet, her mother, Hisano Takari had lived and existed.

Allira swirled the last portion of her tea around the base of the mug and savored the sip as it slid down her throat.With a sigh, Allira straightened her legs and walked back to the kitchen to rinse out her dish. She turned the knob for the sink and water dripped from the faucet. Turning, she grabbed the hanging towel and dried the cup before putting it back in the cupboard.

A particular sight caught her eye as she closed the pantry door. Something new that was not there yesterday. A basket full of red apples sat on the counter with a simple note attached by a string that read:

"Welcome Class 2-A!

An apple a day keeps the doctor away.

Eat them before they decay.

Hip Hip Hooray!"

-President Mic

The silly rhyme made Allira laugh, she never saw her teacher as a poet. It wasn't a remarkable piece of literature, but it was fun.

Her attention turned to the apples resting inside the basket and took one into her hand. She turned it around and examined the firm red fruit, nice and crisp. These apples were definitely picked recently, probably since the apple harvest had just finished.

Moving her finger around, she counted over two dozen apples. Class 2-A held twenty students, so each student could eat at least one apple, if not two. However, Allira had a different idea for the apples.

She wouldn't use all of them, in case some people liked fresh apples. But Allira decided it was time to break in the dormitory oven.

Cupboards flew open as Allira danced around the kitchen gathering the items she needed. Of course, since they had just moved in, there wasn't much in stock. But she did find flour, sugar, milk, butter and a few other baking ingredients.

It took a moment for Allira to remember an appropriate recipe, but she settled on a classic apple tart. When looking in the cupboards she couldn't find a large baking pan, but she did find several muffin trays. Seemed like she would make mini apple tarts instead.

She gathered and measured all the ingredients and started making her dough. Allira had made hundreds of desserts, and she found comfort in baking. The familiar process lifted her spirits and helped her concentrate on something besides the world around her. When she was in the kitchen, it was just her and the sweet flavors.

After she had finished the dough, she decided to let it rest in the fridge. While she waited, she started on the caramel sauce. Allira carefully peeled and sliced the apples. Poured sugar and butter into a sauce pan and lit the stove, which started her caramel sauce.

The richness of burnt sugar was simple to make and always tasted amazing. The flavor would blend perfectly with the tangy apples. The combination of caramel and apples was not new, but that didn't make it any less delicious.

For some odd reason she had been craving caramel for several days now. Something about the smell felt familiar and safe. Though she couldn't quite place the reason why.

Shaking the idea, Allira turned her attention back to her work. She wanted to make plenty of tarts, so that anyone could have one if they wanted. Of course, twenty tarts would be a massive project and she didn't want to use all the apples. Instead, she would make the tarts big enough to cut in half, to share.

This was her first time baking for a group of people and she didn't want it to become a huge event. Instead, it would be a small treat for anyone who wanted to join.

Maybe she would go shopping later and gather ingredients for something larger. For now, this was just for fun.

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The chilly breeze bit into Bakugo's core as he walked back to the dorm. The temperature was definitely dropping as the colder seasons drew nearer. Even the trees were losing their leaves and making a mess on the roads.

Bakugo didn't have a long journey, the walk between the dorm and the school gym was less than a mile. However, after an intense workout, he was definitely ready to put his feet up.

Today specifically, he hardly slept at all and decided to head to the gym early. Early as 3:00am. He was normally an early riser, but the stress of moving caused him to need a few extra hours to shake out his nerves.

His watch said the time was just past 11:00, which meant that he had been exercising for six to seven hours. Which probably wasn't healthy, to be in a continuous state of straining and pushing his body. Now, all he could think about was having a nice hot shower and changing out of his sweaty attire.

He finally reached the front door of the dorm and entered the large building. He didn't make his presence known, not wanting to draw attention to himself. Instead, he carefully tossed his shoes off and placed them into his slot in the cubby.

His bag dropped for a moment, enabling him to peel off his warmer layers. With scarf and coat in hand, he gathered his items to bring them back to his room.

After a few steps into the main area, he noticed something unexpected. A soft voice came from inside the large room. The voice danced into Bakugo's ears as a waltz. Was someone playing music?

Curious, he walked further into the open space and sought out the pleasant noise. It seemed to be coming from the kitchen, so he peeked his head around the corner.

To his surprise, there was no radio or speaker. Instead, he saw the image of Takari floating around the kitchen. Flour on her clothes, hair lifted into a bun and hands busy with some sort of pastry.

The sight hit him as if he was run over by a train. His brain was unable to function at the sight of her looking so domestic, so messy, so...happy.

As his system recovered from observing the scene, he realized the magical sound was coming from Takari, he almost shut down again.

While she worked, her voice absentmindedly sang a new song. A foreign melody glistened through the room as her angelic voice glided gracefully through each note. Her voice chimed like bells as she continued to work.

At this point, Bakugo was screwed.

Before that moment, he had been able to suppress his emotions and push his feelings to the side. But now, he knew it. He liked this person. Allira Takari.

How could she affect him that much? Make his heart beat, his palms sweat and brain go fuzzy. It wasn't fair, because she wasn't even doing it on purpose! The entire situation caused Bakugo's anger to flair up and he didn't want to yell at her. She hadn't done anything wrong and she hadn't even seen him spying on her.

Instead of yelling and saying something randomly aggressive, he forced himself to leave. Before Takari could spot him, Bakugo ran up the stairs to the safety of his bedroom.

Using his key, he opened the door and threw his gym bag on the floor. With an aggravated huff, he flopped onto his bed. Arm laying over his eyes, he tried to relax.

His body was exhausted from the long hours of training, but his mind was running ramped. All because he looked into the kitchen for a few seconds. Now his day was ruined. He could no longer focus on anything. Anything else besides her.

The longer he laid there, the more his mind wondered, which was dangerous for a teenage boy. He didn't want to dwell on inappropriate dreams, he didn't want to imagine her that way. Not because he was opposed to the idea, because he definitely wasn't. But rather, she might not want him to see her that way.

Instead of sulking, he forced himself to sit up. He was definitely sweaty from his workout and in serious need of a shower. The water might help him clear his head. Therefore he grabbed his toiletries and headed to the bathroom.

The second floor was designated for the boys, the entire level to themselves. Each level held its own bathroom too, which meant that the boys and girls had separate bathrooms. This proved quite convenient when showering and getting ready in the morning.

Bakugo took his time in the shower, the warm water washed out the knots in his neck. This was one of the few times he allowed himself to take a minute and stop rushing. The shower was one of the few places of rest for him.

Reason one, he was able to wash off all of his flammable sweat. So he didn't have to worry about spontaneously combusting, or making an explosion on accident.

Reason two, he always showered after working out. Therefore he had accomplished the majority of his tasks and didn't feel the need to jump into another activity right away.

Therefore he usually spent about thirty to forty five minutes in the shower everyday. He had to shower everyday, or else his sweat built up too much. Let's say he skipped a shower once and it didn't end well.

After his abnormally long cleanse, his fingers definitely pruned, but he felt better. Turning the water off, he grabbed a towel and dried off. Already feeling generally refreshed.

Bakugo headed back to his room and changed into comfortable clothes. He debated wearing a sweater, since the weather was so chilly. But since he was fresh from a shower, he went with a plain black t-shirt and sweatpants instead.

The time read 12:36, which meant it was lunch time. Bakugo was always hungry, especially after exercising. But that meant going back to the kitchen, where little miss muffet was still baking.

After a verbal growl of his stomach, he caved and made his way to the main level.

Bakugo cautiously made his descent down the stairs, listening carefully for movement. Which he heard none, no signing, so kitchen clatter. All was silent. Maybe Takari had finished?

He braved the unknown and walked into the main area, his eyes scanning for her. Who he found not in the kitchen, but sitting curled up on the couch. Her form tucked into a ball, a book sat in her hands. Her demeanor seemed peaceful as she sipped a cup of tea and read her book.

Bakugo debated on approaching her, maybe starting a conversation. But that wasn't like him, he rarely ever approached people he wasn't angry with. But something about Takari made him want to talk to her.

No. He came down to eat something and that's what he intended to do. Not make small talk.

Before he could change his mind, he turned swiftly into the kitchen. His intentions were to grab something from the cupboard and run back upstairs to eat in peace. However, before he even stepped foot into the kitchen an amazing smell captured his senses.

What the hell was that?

The aroma of apple pie floated through the air. The scents of cinnamon and sugar clouded Bakugo's judgment and caused him to crave whatever was baking in the oven. He forgot what ever he was going to do before and focused his attention on the delicious pastry Takari had made.

The only reasonable thing to do was obvious. Bakugo made a quick u-turn and marched straight up to Takari, who still sat on the couch. Completely unaware of his presence, nor the reason behind his sharp attitude.

"What the hell did you make?!" He demanded, a finger pointed fiercely towards the kitchen.

Takari looked up at him with wide eyes, not understanding. "Just some apple tarts."

"Why did you make them?!" His voice was still elevated, but it didn't seem like he was angry.

"There were apples on the counter and...I don't know." She shrugged. "Do you want one?"

"Absolutely!" Bakugo's face turned slightly red as he demanded the dessert.

Allira laughed at his odd response, her mind turning back to what Kirishima had said earlier. "The more aggressive he is; probably means he likes ya."

"I'll check to see if they are done." She saved the place in her book with a piece of paper and placed it down on the couch.

As she stood up, Bakugo couldn't help but notice Takari pull slightly on the brim of her skirt. Only the right side. As if she was trying to cover something, but she was wearing tights. The notion was odd, but he let it go.

Bakugo followed Takari like a lost puppy into the kitchen, looking over her shoulder at every move. Waiting with anticipation as she pulled one of the trays out of the oven. She took a small knife from the drawer and dipped it into the pastry, making sure it was cooked all the way through. When the blade came back clean, she knew they were ready.

"Looks good." She spoke more to herself.

She placed the muffin tin otop of the stove and slid off her oven mit. She then looked for something she could use as a cooling rack, since the high school dormitories were not fully equipped for baking. She settled upon a large, wooden cutting board and laid it next to the stove.

"Wanna help me take them out?" She asked Bakugo.

Eager for sweets, Bakugo jumped at the opportunity to show off his culinary skills.

"Just watch, they'll come out perfect." The boy immediately smiled with evil intent and pretended to roll up his non-existent sleeves.

"It's not a competition." Allira sighed, hoping this wouldn't turn into a battle. Since everything he did seemed to take a violent turn.

"Sweetheart, everything is a competition to me." Bakugo jumped into "go-mode" and attacked the pastries.

However, Allira's mind was still stuck on his word choice. Did he really just call her sweetheart? That couldn't be correct. No way that Bakugo just called her sweetheart.

Although Bakugo didn't look frazzled at all, as if he didn't realize what he said. He probably used the word to tease her and not as a term of endearment. Or maybe he got caught up in the moment? Either way, the singular word froze Allira in her place.

Meanwhile, Bakugo was lazer focused on weaseling the tarts from their tins.

Allira hadn't thought about it as a race, but her momentary shock caused her to fall significantly behind. Bakugo had already gotten three pastries out, while she stood there like a lumax.

"Hey, wait for me." Her hands zapped back to reality and started working.

"No way, slowpoke." Bakugo laughed.

Together they juggled with the hot tarts, careful not to burn themselves on the metal tray or the freshly cooked desserts.

Bakugo saw that she was catching up, her skill and experience with baking showing in her work. So he took matters into his own hands and started nudging her with his elbow. Causing her to fumble and drop her progress.

"Hey!" She laughed and nudged him back. "You cheater."

"Nuh uh. You dropped it."

"Because of you."

"I did no such thing." Bakugo couldn't help but laugh at her feisty side.

The chaos of laughter continued as tarts were lifted from the shells and placed sloppily onto the cutting board.

Once each tart was released, the room was a mess. Some of the pastries had fallen to the floor during the tussle and every single tart was a fraction of its former self. The once beautifully sculpted tarts, now lopsided and falling apart. Completely because of the manner in which they were taken from their trays.

"You should really work on your presentation." Bakugo folded his arms with a smirk.

"Oh, so helpful. Thanks for the tip." Allira rolled her eyes and attempted to gather the pieces onto the cutting board.

Hopefully they tasted better than they looked. If not, it wasn't the end of the world. Allira had made plenty of bakes that didn't come out perfect, this was no different. She made them mostly by memory, with whatever she could find in the cupboards. So there was a definite possibility of not being great.

Allira picked a smaller piece by the edge of the board and lifted it in the air towards Bakugo. "Cheers."

It took a moment for him to understand what she was doing, then another moment while he debated joining in. But he gave in, took a crumbling tart into his hands and tapped it against hers.

Together they tossed the dessert into their mouths.

The flavors were delectable, Bakugo's brain flooded with the warm sensations of autumn. The apples were perfectly soft, the pastry nicely cooked and the sauce was gooey and rich. It didn't matter that the construction had been tampered with, it didn't take away from the amazing taste.

"Wow..." Bakugo was practically speechless.

"Yeah, it would be better if I had pastry flour, instead of all purpose flour. Plus it really needs powdered sugar on top, that would make it look a lot nicer." Takari moved herself around the counter and sat at one of the stools. Her eyes darted across her work in deep thought. Rambling to herself, as if she was giving herself notes. Obviously Takari baked a lot, if she was critiquing her own work.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and joined her in a stool, her actions reminded him of Deku. How he would mumble to himself. Surprisingly, it didn't bother him as much as it used to. Probably because he had spent so much time with Deku and was accustomed to it by now.

The sweet flavors tasted foreign to Bakugo, he hardly ever ate dessert. He always viewed it as a waste of calories and didn't allow himself to sit down and enjoy sugar. In addition he was a cook, not a baker. He spent time in the kitchen cooking meats, vegetables and healthy meals. He was usually very strict about his diet, making sure his body got the right amount of fats and proteins. Dessert was not a part of his meal planning.

"This is pretty good, but nothing beats a nice spicy curry." Bakugo broke Takari from her trail of mumbling.

"Curry is always too spicy for me."

Bakugo stopped all thought processes. "Excuse me?"

"What?" Takari looked at him as if she hadn't said something greatly offensive.

"You don't like spice?" His brows raised, she needed to choose her next words very carefully.

"Well..." She held her hands up in defense. "My dad loves spice. He made me try some of his favorite dishes and every time I tasted them, it was just painful. It was always too much, I could never taste the flavor, but just felt the burn."

Bakugo rested his shoulders just slightly after hearing her explanation. She must have been forced to try things out of her spice zone and never tried something actually balanced. The thought aggravated him, she was missing so much, just by being scared of it.

"Acceptable answer." He folded his arms. Takari visibly relaxed after his words, but he wasn't dropping the subject so easily.

"But..." He looked over with a smirk.

"But?" She met his gaze with fear.

"I will allow your dislike of spice, on one condition."

"Allow?" Takari repeated the word in confusion.

"You try my curry. If you don't like it, fine. But if you do, I will prove that spice is the superior flavor."

"I assume I have no choice in the matter."

"Nope." Bakugo smiled, proud of himself.

"Great." Takari sighed sarcastically and rested her chin in her hand. "I never pinned you as a cook."

"Hey, I am a great cook." Bakugo jutted back in defense.

"Somehow, the more I think about it. It's not actually a surprise."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" Bakugo's frustration started flaring.

"Well..." She started explaining. "You are very precise, you have great attention to detail. I see you taking notes in class, you're organized and well rounded. You arrange things specially and prefer things to stay in order. I realized it when you followed me with your eraser, you couldn't function without it. Something so small, but yet it was so important to you. You notice those things, small things. That's why I can see you as a good chef. Recipes and measurements, almost like making a potion. Starting a technical project and perfecting it. I can definitely see you liking to cook."

Every word from her mouth took Bakugo by surprise. He wasn't sure if she meant it as a compliment or an insult. Because he felt like it was possibly both. She basically accused him of having OCD, which was accurate.

Not that having OCD was a bad thing, but it wasn't something he wanted publicly known about him, especially his classmates.

"I'm not a good chef, I'm a great chef." He decided to glaze over everything she said and instead correct her.

"Whatever." Takari rolled her eyes.

The private conversation between the two students continued and time passed much quicker than they perceived. Minutes flew by as if the world around them didn't matter, as if their homework didn't exist and villains were never an issue.

When the clock struck four o'clock, students finally returned to their dormitory and invaded the peaceful room. Each immediately running to the kitchen, drawn by the lovely smell of pastry.

Sato, Asui, Uraraka and Iida invaded Bakugo's special time with Takari. Which ripped her focus away from him and to the people demanding her attention. Each grabbing at her precious tarts and stuffing them in their faces. How rude.

"These are amazing Takari! Did you make them?" Uraraka's cheeks puffed out in delight.

"You should make these everyday." Asui licked her tart, before tossing it into her mouth.

"Thanks guys, I'm glad you like them." Takari smiled politely.

"Can I grab this recipe from you?" Sato held the tart delicately in his large hands.

"Yes!" Iida answered the question for her. "Sato bakes for his quirk, I'm sure you'll be seeing a lot more of each other."

"You bake too?" Takati looked interested, which pissed Bakugo off.

"Yeah, my quirk is called Sugar Rush." Sato scratched the back of his head, obviously nervous about talking to a girl. "When I eat anything with sugar I can double my size and strength."

"That's really cool! I can definitely swap recipes with you. I'd love to see what techniques you have too." Takari was being too friendly, which made Bakugo frustrated.

For an odd reason, he felt suddenly very aggravated and upset. As if the arrival of his classmates caused him to get heated. They were bombarding Takari with praise and attention she didn't want, which was apparent by her fingers fiddling with her necklace.

Why was he so agitated? Was he jealous? Of Takari for getting compliments? No.

He was jealous of his friends, hogging Takari's attention away from him.