Cinnamon roll
Izuku was sitting at the dinner table in the 1A dorm. In front of him laid a small pastry. It smelled sweet and had a brownish color. "How does this look like me?"
Earlier that day
"Get out of my way nerd!"
"Ka-Kachan I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
During lunch Izuku had run into Bakugo. Literally. The blondes tray flipped and covered his uniform in rice.
"I'm gonna kill you!"
"Wait Kachan."
"How how, calm down man', Kirishima interrupted, "it's just some rice. Let's go clean that of."
After lunch Izuku wanted to thank Kirishima and apologize for Bakugos behaviour.
"Don't worry man, you know how he is," Kirishima smiled, "Besides, we don't want the classroom cinnamon roll to get hurt."
Present
Izuku kept staring at the pastry. Maybe he could ask Kirishima what he meant. He got up to go talk to the red haired teen when Uraraka entered. "What's wrong Deku? You look a bit weird." She said. "Ah Uraraka, nothing's wrong. I was just thinking about something." He gave her a small smile. "I was just about to go to Kirishima for some help."
"Kirishima is training with Bakugo and Sero. But maybe I can help? What were you thinking about?"
"Well earlier today Kirishima called me a 'cinnamon roll'. I have been staring at one for twenty minutes but I still can't find a connection."
"Maybe it's cause you're as sweet as one." Uraraka said. "Uh wait I'm sorry. Ah I think Mina's calling. I have to go." She ran of, leaving Izuku dumbfounded and even more confused.