"you're a stress baker and i stay up too late working and i'm writing a thank you note to the ethereal being responsible for the food magically appearing in the common room" au
It was common for Zelda to spend all night studying. Law was no easy major and she spent hours studying to keep the laws straight. The library had closed and her roommate was sleeping, forcing her down into commons room. She noted the odd, pleasant scent coming from the commons room. There was a tv and some couches on one side and the kitchen area on the other. She and Midna tried to avoid using the kitchen as much as possible as it was often disgusting, but instead of the usual mess she smelt something with pumpkin spice. To her delight she found muffins on the counter with a note reading "eat me!" in front of them. Cautiously she opened one up, she'd hate to get in trouble because some asshole made free food laced with Majora. Finding the inside to be absent of the purple leaves she took a bite and smiled. The muffins reminded her of home. Happily munching on the muffin Zelda plopped down on the couch and studied, trying to prepare for her midterm.
Throughout the rest of the semester Zelda would occasionally find muffins or cookies or other baked goods down in the common area if she went down after the library closed at 10. On one particularly cold night she found a huge container of pumpkin soup. Most of the food was some variation of pumpkin, but there was also apple and peach and other flavors.
On the first day of finals week she found the library to be too crowded and made her way back to her dorm building. After ten minutes in the room with Midna she went down into the commons area with a cup of microwave noodles. As she waited for the microwave to nuke her food Zelda thought back to all the homemade goodies being left in the dorm. She quickly scrawled a note of thanks and left it on the counter by where the food usually was. When the microwave dinged Zelda hunkered down with her cheap noodles, books, notes, and laptop to work on her final papers. Occasionally someone would come down to use the microwave or get something from the fridge, but they always left soon after. Three hours later Zelda was absorbed into a paper with her noodles a soggy untouched mess. It had been silent for a while so you could imagine her surprise when she heard a dish fall and someone swear. Zelda jumped with a squeak and turned around.
"Sorry." The guy was probably her age, definitely in her grade, with messy blond hair and a green hoodie. "I was just making some soup. It's kinda cold."
"Are you the goddess blessed creature who makes all that homemade food?" The words were out of her mouth before she could find a better way of saying them.
The guy laughed. "I guess so? I'm kind of a stress baker."
"Do you do it all from scratch?" Zelda thought he looked familiar. Was he in a class of hers?
"Mostly." He smiled sheepishly. "It depends on how stressed I am and how much I'm procrastinating."
"Finals stress?"
"Yeah." He chuckled. "Professor Ezlo's final has me stressed out. I've never written a paper that long before."
"Which one? I'm in like three of his classes this semester and I took three last year." So that's why he looked familiar.
"Three?!" He looked at her with shock. "How can you stand that man for that long?"
It was Zelda's turn to laugh. "His upper level classes are easier. Trust me. He hates his lower level classes because most of the people don't care about them."
"It's not that I don't care I'm just a lazy student and don't do half the work. I'm Link by the way." Link folded his arms and leaned against the counter. "It's his History of Hyrule."
"Zelda. I'm in that class too. What's your topic?"
"Weapons of warfare from the medieval time." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Hmmm…" Zelda thought for a moment. "How about you make enough soup for me too and I'll help you out?"
Link laughed. "Deal."