AN: if you don't like the pairing why are you here?

U.A. Highschool, one of the most prestigious schools in all of Japan. With an entrance exam that was on par with most colleges, only the best of the best could get in, and even then some degree of luck was needed. Graduating from U.A. meant that she could get into any college she wanted, it meant that she could get any job she wanted. It meant so many wonderful things.

But, more than anything, there was the actual act of attending the school itself, more college like than the average highschool, students were encouraged to join as many clubs and extra clubs that they could handle.

Which was why Momo found herself standing in front of a compact kitchen set that would serve as her desk for her Monday Night elective class, Home Ecc, truely, she didn't really need the elective, nor would it align with her goals, but the idea of being able to cook some delicious sweets was one that she simply couldn't pass up. She had her hair tied back into a ponytail that spread out in a fan behind her while the pink apron she had brought was tied tight against her body.

Which while it would protect her clothes from any food stuffs, it only seemed to make the gawking of her male classmates all the more apparent. Thankfully, there were so few of them in here and a lot of them seemed afraid to approach her. Why was that? Were people afraid of her? Did she forget to smile today? Or worse did she have a weird smile and none of her middle school friends told her? What if she was terribly ugly and the only reason they looked at her was because she had these obnoxiously large—

Slam!

"Eep!"

The entire room was silenced as a hard book bag was slammed onto the countertop beside her, with only her startled yelp to follow.

The owner of said book bag looked like the entire world had somehow pissed him off at that moment as he glared at the bag for a few short moments. His eyes were a reddish brown that only served to enhance his rather agitated appearance and made his deep scowl look all the more fearsome. To make matters worse, everything about this guy made him look like a punk!

He was tall, (which wasn't really a bad thing, Momo herself was tall, but this guy was tall and scary, while she was just tall and awkward), his hair was a light blond blond that was comb devouring spikey, it almost looked like his hair was style with miniature explosions or something. Then there was his uniform. His tie was nowhere to be seen, with his shirt unbuttoned, untucked, and his pants were loose enough she was worried they might fall down even with his belt!

He did not look like a U.A. student at all.

"Every other spot is taken," he turned to her with a sneer. "That's not a problem is it?"

"No!" She wasn't exactly sure if she even spoke that or if she just kind of made a vaguely no like noise. It was her first time meeting a punk. How did he get in?

The punk grunted and turned towards his bag where he began to rummage through it. "Shit, that fuck'n hag, I told her I already fuck'n washed it! Fuck!"

And with that she had heard her monthly quota of bad words, and it was only the first.

"Guess I'll just have to go without." The Punk muttered and began to roll up his sleeves. Which, for someone with Momo's level of experience with the opposite gender was the most arousing thing she had seen that day.

By the time he had finished rolling up his second sleeve all the way past his elbow, Momo finally managed to snap out of it and actually speak. "Umm, what's wrong?"

"Ehh?" He raised an eyebrow at her, his hands firmly pressed against the counter top like he was trying to shove it into the floor.

She could do this, she could talk to people. This guy was a student just like her. "Just now, you were umm, angry at your bag?"

"Ahh," The Punk smacked his bag and sneered at it. "I don't have my apron." He shrugged and looked towards the front of the room. "If I'm lucky I won't even need it."

"Would you like to borrow one of mine?"

"Ehh?"

As though challenged by that word Momo sprung into her bag that many people claimed had every single object anyone could ever need inside of it. Which wasn't really true, she just liked to be prepared. After a moment she pulled out a neatly folded pink apron and presented it towards The Punk. "I'm Momo Yaoyorozu by the way."

The Punk took the apron and glared at it for a moment. Shit! What was she thinking? She just cave someone that probably had a tattoo a pink apron! Wasn't that like the exact opposite of a thing she should do? Why did she want to have something cute?

"Katsuki Bakugou," He unfurled the apron and put it on with all the flair of a professional chief or one of those T.V. housewives that just did everything perfectly. Much like herself, the apron clung to his body, and made his broad shoulders appear all the more broad. "And thanks."

"My pleasure," Momo nodded and smiled towards him.

Wait.

Did she just make friends with a punk? Why was he even here? Did he take this class because he thought it would be easy?

The door opened up and a woman with white hair complete with red highlights came stumbling in like a hurricane of barely organized chaos. She looked young, almost too young to be a teacher, but yet she stood at the podium and waved at the class, her glasses tilted to one side.

"Hello, hello!" She waved aggressively as she attempted to make herself more proper. "Uhh, sorry for being later, or, wait, I'm on time," she squinted at the clock and then coughed. "Uhh, thank you for being so early! And congratulations on getting into U.A! I'm your Home Ecc Teacher Fuyumi Todoroki!"

Fuyumi grabbed a dull off white apron and began to tie it around herself. "Normally, it'd be my mom teaching this class, but she's not feeling well at the moment, but don't worry! I'm more than qualified!"

"Is your dad that—" A student spoke up.

"Yes, my dad is that Todoroki, the one that hosts the cooking show Endeavour, but, please, keep your questions to the class only," She gave a sweet smile and turned towards the board, the advance screen coming to life at the touch of her hand as she began to display several recipes at once. "Now then, for this class you'll be partnering up with whoever is at your workstation."

Momo look towards Katsuki who was already rummaging through the drawers getting out various utensils. What was he doing? The teacher didn't say to get those things out yet! And—

"Hey," he said roughly, pulling out a large silver bowl. "Either move or get the sour and cream cheese out of the fridge. We're doing recipe number three, the cheese cake."

Momo looked towards the board and saw that the cheesecake was indeed listed with all the ingredients listed, and that it was supposed to be the hardest to make. Considering how the other options were just different kinds of cookies, Momo had to agree.

Also, she totally picked the right class if this was what they were going to be cooking.

"But, the teacher hasn't even said to start yet and isn't it the hardest one to—"

"It's hard to fuck up a cheesecake if you know what you're doing," Katsuki didn't even look at her as he rummaged through the cupboards. "And I know what I'm doing."

Momo stared at him until he looked at her, she had never seen anyone with such an intense confidence before. It made her want to believe in him. "Okay, tell me what to do."

He smirked and he gestured towards a large pantry that was located in the back of the class. "Head back there and grab something to use for the crust, graham crackers, or oreos."

She let out a gasp. "Does it matter which?"

"Nope."

She chose the oreos.

When she arrived back at her station she saw Fuyumi staring at the class with her hands on her hips.

"Well?" Their teacher flung her hands up into the air. "What are you waiting for get baking!"

The mad scramble of ingredients and chatter swallowed the entire classroom except for their workstation where Katsuki was already hard at work mixing the moist ingredients into a gooey paste that was already smelling wonderful.

"Die, die, die, die, die!" Katsuki laughed as he stirred the ingredients.

Oh, it wasn't just a punk, he was a psychopath.

"Alright," Momo asked placing the bag of cookies on the counter. "Now what?"

Katsuki nodded towards an empty bag and a small wooden hammer. "Smash the shit out of them until they're a fine dust."

"Do I remove the frosting?"

"Fuck no, that's the good shit." Katsuki laughed and continued to mutter very aggressive things towards his ingredients.

The remainder of the class was spent with Momo being both amazed at how much Katuski knew about cooking, and a bit relieved that there weren't any knives involved. When the cheese cake was finished baking, Momo could hardly contain herself.

Her mouth was watering, as she smelled that strong lemon scent of the cheesecake she had helped make, with the faint hint of blue berries lingering with every breath she took. When the cheesecake at last emerged from the oven all eyes were on it, the care Katsuki had taken on making the top smooth had paid dividends as it looked like an outlandish marble.

"Oooh," Fuyumi stood next to them, a plate already in her hands as she smiled at them. "You two already get an A for the day, but, give me a slice and I'll give you some extra credit."

Katsuki grunted and sliced the cheesecake with the broad cake spade like knife that was far too dull to cut a person (she was still concerned about that). "Next time give me a real challenge, even hungry eyes over here could have done this."

Hungry eyes?

Oh that was her wasn't it?

"Will do!" Fuyumi laughed and took a bite of the cheesecake. "Ooh yummy."

"Here," Momo nearly jumped when a plate was shoved in front of her, a fork pinched against the plate by Katsuki's thumb. "You've been drooling the whole damn night so you might as well enjoy it."

"Oh, umm, thank you."

"Yeah, yeah," Katsuki looked down at the apron and frowned. It wasn't a complete mess but there was some food stuff on it. "I'll wash this and give it back to you."

"Oh, you don't."

"I said I'd fuck'n do it."

Why was he so aggressive?

Momo didn't have time to wonder as she took a bite of the cheesecake and found a new form of bliss. The creaminess of the cheese, the sourness of the lemon, the tartness of the blueberries, and the sweetness of the oreo crust all blended into such a wonderful mixture she had to stomp her feet and scream with her mouth shut tight.

Katsuki Bakugou might be a delinquent but he sure could cook.

AN: I got burned out recently and wanted to go back to my routes with something fresh, that being a simple romance without all that power bullshit. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed.