i miss bakugou so i want to talk about him cooking

bakugou has always liked to cook. as early as he can remember, he would help his mom in the kitchen. at first he had simple tasks like cracking eggs (and leaving NO eggshells in the bowl), washing the rice and getting all the veggies from the fridge.

as he got older, his mom could tell he was actually interested in learning to cook, so she’d show him how to make whatever dish she was cooking for dinner that night. his favorite thing to cook was her mapo tofu. he could handle spice better than anyone, but hers *always*

made his eyes water and his nose run until he looked like he’d been crying for hours. he savored every bite.

so yeah. he had always loved cooking. it was something he had always recognized as this thing that could bring even the prickliest of people closer together.

he wasn’t the greatest at showing affection to his friends, but he had learned from the best, so he showed his friends he cared about them by shoving meal after meal at them.

and it worked. he was good at cooking, so of course it worked. at least, it worked for *almost* everyone. mina loved almost everything he made, and she could handle spice pretty damn well, which made him oddly proud. kirishima would eat anything as long as it was heavy on the

meat. kaminari liked lighter things, miso soup and any chicken dish. he catalogued all their likes and dislikes and would cook big meals on the weekends. he’d claim it was all for him, but he didn’t complain when they all piled their plates high with their favorite things. he

didn’t say a word when deku would take the plate bakugou always left for him. katsudon, recipe courtesy of his auntie inko.

but out of everyone, there was still one motherfucker he could not figure out. sero, tall and lanky and skin and fucking bones, hanta never ate the food he cooked.

he’d join them at meal times, sure, but he always brought his own food. and it was starting to piss bakugou off. he didn’t know if he wasn’t making the right things or if they just weren’t to sero’s liking, but he had just about had enough.

which led him to where he was now, knocking angrily on sero’s door. if he couldn’t figure out on his own what sero liked, he’d just make him go shopping with him and figure it out then.

“bakugou, to what do i owe the pleasure of your company at 8 am on a fucking saturday?”

sero was half asleep, but obviously annoyed.

“get dressed. we’re going to the store,” he said, crossing his arms and glaring.

“sure, gimme a minute,” sero said, closing the door quickly. bakugou could hear him scrambling around his room and rolled his eyes. dumbass.

finally, sero opened the door, wearing the baggiest shirt bakugou had ever seen paired with the baggiest pants he’d ever seen. somehow, he made it work in his favor, though. bakugou felt a little underdressed in his t-shirt and sweats, but he pushed the thought out of his mind.

“not that i don’t appreciate the invite, or i guess the demand, for my company, why’d you want me to go shopping with you?” sero asked.

“because,” bakugou said, gritting his teeth, “you never eat what i cook. figured i could find out what you liked and buy it for you.”

“i like everything you make!” sero said, bumping his shoulder against bakugou’s. “i just can’t eat it because i’m vegan.”

bakugou stopped. there was no way. he thought back to all the times he’d cooked for his friends. none of the dishes he ever made were completely plant based.

sero turned when he realized bakugou had stopped walking. he tilted his head a little, obviously confused. his eyes widened when bakugou grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close so they were nearly nose to nose.

“how come you never told me that, tape face?!”

“i thought you knew! everyone knows! i just figured you didn’t feel like making anything vegan, so i just brought my own food whenever you cooked for everyone!”

bakugou let go of sero’s shirt, staring angrily at the floor.

“i didn’t know,” he grumbled, already walking towards the stairs again. sero caught up easily. fuck him and his long ass legs.

“what?” he asked. bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose.

“if i had known you were a shitty vegan i would have made you vegan food ages ago, dumbass”

“now let’s fucking go, i don’t have all day to sit here chatting. we have to get the food and get back so i can start cooking. don’t even think about paying for your own shit either. never fucking told me you’re vegan…” bakugou said, before trailing off into angry muttering.

he ignored sero laughing behind him and stomped down the stairs. at least he knew why his stupid friend never ate his food. bakugou already had a million dishes running through his mind. he had a lot of shit to cook if he was going to figure out sero’s favorites anytime soon.

the end