I wanted to do a cute little one shot of what started Bakugou's obsession with doing the cooking whenever he had the spare time for the dorms, outside the Blind Aizawa fic. I had fun doing a one shot! I don't know why I don't do them more often, honestly.

Anyway, comments appreciated, you can find me at curiousdibandbeyond on tumblr as well, and as always~

Enjoy!

Why Bakugou Becomes the Resident Chef

"It was soooo good," Uraraka sighed, sinking over the coffee table in the common room. Asui chuckled, placing down her next card.

"Kacchan's cooking is the best," Midoriya mused.

Uraraka leaned back, a content smile on her face. The class had recently redone the entire "dinner" shift schedule. Bakugou's night had been rice bowls. On their own, a common dinner. With Bakugou's recipes and refusal to half ass even a simple dinner, however, it had been the best meal Uraraka had had away from home since moving into the dorms. That had included going out to any restaurant or café with friends.

"I just wish he'd cook more often," she says. "That was the best food I'd had in weeks."

Bakugou's ear perked up from his seat across the common room. He had his headphones on, but the podcast had ended, and he hadn't bothered to start the next episode, given the common room had been relatively quiet at the time.

Weeks? Like actual weeks? That couldn't have been right, Uraraka knew how to eat proper meals, didn't she? He thought about it another second, knowing logically that she must have meant the flavor.

…She better have meant the flavor. He hadn't put in any Michelin star effort, or anything, but he'd still done his best, regardless. He knew Uraraka's parents cooked for her, it was ultimately cheaper to buy dry ingredients and make your own food for the whole month then keep buying prepackaged foods, if you budgeted right. And Uraraka was, if nothing else, very paranoid about following her budgets. She'd kicked almost a hundred dollars off the class grocery bill with her shopping habits seeping through to the other classmates when they took their turns shopping.

…What did she eat, usually? She had food at the school café. She ate whatever was made for dinner, which, granted, is either pretty average or sometimes very bland, depending on who is cooking. Or too spiced to eat for most of them, if he or Sero were cooking, and he felt like being an ass with the curry. But aside from those, he wasn't sure what she ate on weekends. He wasn't sure what any of them ate on the weekends, left to their own devices.

Fuck, did Ashido even eat before dinner if they didn't go out to lunch, or did she just snack perpetually all day? Did Kaminari eat? WHEN did Kaminari eat last, last night? He'd never bothered to pay attention. Hell, he wasn't sure he saw the leftovers in the fridge reach their mouths most weekends, or if they were even having full meals some days.

Something in him snapped.

Bakugou grabbed Ashido, Kirishima, Kaminari, Uraraka, and Todoroki. He hefted them all over his shoulders, one by one, and carried them to the kitchen tables. There was little interest when he first picked up Ashido or Kirishima. By the time he'd gotten to Uraraka and had to pin her legs so she couldn't try and flip into a grapple, some people were starting to stare. He dumped Todoroki into his seat next to Uraraka and moved to the other side of the table.

"Bakubabe, is this, like, a partners' meeting or something," Ashido teased. Uraraka's face flushed red and she whipped around to her.

"No, dumbass!" Bakugou snapped. Uraraka silently breathed a sigh of relief, sinking in her seat a little. Bakugou slammed his hands on the table. She jumped and hit her knees against the bottom of the table.

"AH!"

"I got a question for you extras," Bakugou began. He let them stew for a moment, the ones looking the most terrified being Kaminari and Uraraka. Todoroki's poker face was steeled as ever—he was pissed the boy could hold his composure for almost anything. "What the fuck was the last thing you ate?"

"…Pardon?" Todoroki asks.

"You heard me, Spear Mint. Answer the damn question," Bakugou snapped. There was a palpable silence among them. The only thing to break it up was Ashido nervously squirming in her seat. "Your silence betrays you."

Ashido bowed her head. She spoke low, but even. "…Kaminari's ten-stack grilled cheese."

Bakugou stared at her, almost looking dumfounded. "There are better things to have than grease, bread, and cheese—he puts bacon in that—"

Ashido looked up at him, stars in her eyes and completely serious. "There is nothing better."

Kaminari put a hand to his chest. "Aw—" Bakugou rounded on him and Kaminari froze, voice caught in his throat. Bakugou's stare turned into a glare and Kaminari whimpered, looking away ashamedly. "…An entire bucket of fried chicken."

"You disgust me," Kaminari bodily flinched.

"…Last night," he admitted quietly. Bakugou had to take a moment to breathe. He ignored him completely, afterward, turning to Kirishima.

"Kiri?"

"…I don't wanna disappoint you, bro," he says, solemn and serious. So much so that it was completely silent, and Jirou could be heard giggling in the living room.

"You can't disappoint me more than these two," he says, pointing to Ashido and Kaminari.

Ashido feigned a gasp. "OI."

"I had three pounds of bacon," Kirishima admitted, steeling his jaw just in case Bakugou punched him. Instead, Bakugou just sighed and hung his head.

"How fucking dare you," he whispered.

Ashido whined, looking past Kirishima and Kaminari to the common room. She scanned the faces of everyone she could see, and aside from Jirou struggling to stifle her laughter, for some reason, she could only make eye contact with Yaoyorozu. She was paused at the entryway of the dining area, just barely hidden by the corner of the wall, tea-cup in hand. She took a single sip. Ashido put on the pleading eyes and Yaoyorozu turned away.

Ashido's face flared, spinning to Bakugou. "Why not ask someone else, huh?! We can't be the only ones who suck at what we eat!"

"You're the worst of them," Bakugou said. Yaoyorozu started to backpedal back to the common room. Bakugou pointed to her with a snap. "You next, asshole."

Yaoyorozu flinched. She accepted her fate, steeling her expression, before coming into the dining room entirely. "May I at least top off my tea first?"

"Answer the question, Ponytail."

"I'll answer as I grab my tea." Yaoyorozu says hurriedly as she scurries in. She is pouring her tea when she answers, with a composed tone. "I had a bowl of fruit and some tea."

Bakugou set his hands on the table in relief, leaning over them. "See, she knows what she's—" he stopped. "…how much sugar?" he asks suddenly, whipping around to look at her.

Yaoyorozu pursed her lips. "…"

"How much."

"…I don't believe that's relevant—"

"Listen, here. The people I date are going to eat how they look, damn it. Like Gods."

Yaoyorozu had to set her tea down, the dish clattering on the counter. She flushed redder than a rose and sank to hide behind the kitchen island, her words devolving into a stuttering mess. Jirou could be heard wheezing in the living room. Ashido laughed, patting Bakugou's hand. It was somewhat of a testament in itself that she could even do that without the boy smacking her hand away.

"Bakubabe, you can't just hit someone with that when you haven't agreed to date anyone else, yet!"

"I'm dating two idiots, so far, and I'm looking right at them."

"What—so far?" Uraraka asks. She was ignored as Ashido kept on, waving Bakugou off.

"She's not ready to hear that level of flirt! They can't handle it!" Ashido says.

"All I said was facts." Bakugou clipped back. Yaoyorozu, who had lifted herself up to a half standing form, fell to the floor, covering her face.

Ashido started to double over the table, giggling. "You can't double-tap her like that!"

"Said fact was for everyone, asshole."

Ashido reared back, hand clutching her shirt. She leaned into Kirishima. "Kiri, tell him he can't just say that."
Kirishima looked about as proud as he could possibly be. "He can say it all day, he did nothing wrong, I'm so proud."
Ashido sighed, sitting proper in her seat. "That's not fair, ok? Kiri's stronger emotionally than all of us, he's an outlier, and anomaly—"

"He's crying." Bakugou cut in.

"WH—Kiri?" Ashido whipped around to find Kirishima smiling ear to ear, having not moved an inch, and yet tears were streaming down his face. Jirou was absolutely losing herself in laughter in the common room.

Bakugou stepped sidelong enough to point her out. He openly ignored the various heads that had turned during the course of their conversation. He waited until Jirou looked up at him, his eyes dark as he stared her down. "YOU'RE NEXT."

Jirou's laughter started to die down. She looked at him, stunned. "What?"

"Answer."

"What about the Resident Goddess, huh? She had like three tablespoons of sugar with her tea!" Jirou shouted.

"THREE?!" Bakugou roared, whirling around to Yaoyorozu. She wasn't even coherent enough to respond past a weak shake of her head in shame. He turned back to Jirou, a new fire in his eyes. "What. Did you. Eat last?"

Jirou was silent. Eventually, she got off the couch and made her way to the kitchen. She gathered a glass, filled it with water, then pulled a packet of yeast from her snacks' cabinet. Bakugou watched her with a withering glare.

"You're fucking with me."

"You asked, Blasty," Jirou said, mixing in the yeast without breaking eye contact. Todoroki glanced up at Bakugou.

"Don't you dare."

Jirou held his gaze a long moment. She threw back the glass, chugging the yeast water. Bakugou tried to tackle her, failing only because he was focused too much on trying to grab the glass from her outstretched hand. She was cursing him out about "wasting her water" when he successfully pinned her to the floor. Yaoyorozu peered through her fingers, pulling herself up into a seated position.

Bakugou groaned, pouring the last half of yeast water into the sink. He snaps his fingers to Uraraka, who jumps in her seat, still blushing. "DON'T YOU FUCKING DISAPPOINT ME, PINK CHEEKS."

"Um…"

"OCHAKO."

"OCHA—WHAT?!" Ashido screeched.

"MOCCHI!" Uraraka shouted, covering her face in her hands. Bakugou slammed his hands on the counter, rounding on her to scream.

"IT'S NOT EVEN TEN IN THE FUCKING MORNING!"

"DAMN IT, I REGRET NOTHING."

Bakugou slammed his forehead onto the counter. He grumbled into the table. "Half n' Half, don't tell me…"

"I had bacon and eggs," Todoroki says confidently. Bakugou slowly looked over to him.

"Yeah? How'd you cook them?"

"…You don't want my answer," Todoroki admitted. Bakugou groaned loud, running his hands down his face.

"Sero and Deku are the only ones who know how to eat in this goddamn house!"

Sero cheered from the common room. "YEAH!"

Midoriya almost dropped his notebook, turning to Bakugou. "W-wha?"

"He doesn't even eat at good times!" Ashido shouted.

"His timetable is fucked, but at least it's a balanced meal," Bakugou says, turning slowly to them. Ashido pursed her lips, looking away to clear her throat.

Aizawa came down the stairs, taking in the mess of the common room and the dining area. He put his phone away, eating one of the food packet squeezes he had on hand.

"Why is half of the class looking like they were clocked in the jaw? Bakugou?" Aizawa asks, rubbing at his eyes. Bakugou spotted the food pouch and glowered at Aizawa. "What?"

"You're the worst of them all." Bakugou says solemnly.

? Aizawa raised the pouch, lost for words.

"Uh, no," Ashido says, snapping her fingers. "Shinsou is the worst, by far."

"At what?" Aizawa mumbles.

"Where is he?" Bakugou asks. Ashido pursed her lips, looking around nervously at the speed of his response. She laughed awkwardly.

"OH, um... well, I don't know-uh, Deku!" Ashido shouted waving at him desperately. Midoriya jumped in his seat, looking at them all with a terrified look. "He would know!"

Bakugou turned to him slowly. Midoriya dropped his notebook. "Um... I-I don't..."

"Deku, I know he's in this building, just spit it out."

Midoriya whined, sinking into the couch. "He's upstairs..."

Bakugou stomped upstairs. Everyone watched him go, silently, until they couldn't hear him anymore. Yaoyorozu finally pulled herself up to stand, draping herself over the counter. Aizawa took one last look at them all and sighed.

"Do I want to know?" he asks.

"Bakugou deemed all our diets unsatisfactory," Todoroki says.

"Sero and Deku got a pass," Uraraka tacked on solemnly, defeated. Aizawa looked at the two boys in question with a brow raised.

"We actually balance our meals," Sero says with a proud smile.

Aizawa just stared another moment. He eventually moved over to the kitchen, pulling out some pots.

Shinsou was in bliss. He'd come to the dorms the previous night to study with Midoriya but the study session had lasted too long for him to return to his own dorm. So, logically he'd stolen Midoriya's bed. It was a sea of content comfort... until the bedroom door slammed open. He tried to jump up, his legs tangling in the blankets, and fell to the floor. He sat up, arms coming up ready for a fight, and paused as he watched Bakugou slam open his closet. He tore out the first shirt he saw and threw it at Shinsou's face.

"PUT ON A FUCKING SHIRT!"

Shinsou pulled the shirt off, giving Bakugou the most exhausted, exasperated look he could muster. He spotted the now broken hanger on the floor. He barged in here, and this was his reaction. Yes, he should have expected this, he supposed.

"You broke down Mido's door."

"When did the you eat last?"

"...what?" Shinsou asks, letting the shirt lay in his lap. He rubbed at his eyes, trying not to groan. Was he dreaming, still? He didn't think he was, it hurt when he had fallen, and he was sure that you didn't actually feel pain in dreams. He'd have to double check that.

"When the fuck did you last eat?"

"Last night?"

"What did you eat."

Shinsou looked up at him. Bakugou was crouched in front of him, staring at him intently. He yawned and slipped on the shirt, running his hand over the back of his neck. "I don't know," he admitted.

"Well, think harder," Bakugou pressed. He waited until Shinsou had stood to stand himself.

"I don't know, some chips and coffee?" Shinsou guessed, leaving his eyes shut. He couldn't go back to sleep, but that didn't mean he had to perceive the world any more than he absolutely had to. He had not expected to feel Bakugou's arms-when the hell did his arms get that big? Were they always that big?-around his waist and legs and fireman carry him out of his room. "OI, EXCUSE ME?"

"You're the worst," Bakugou spat. He started to go down the stairs. Shinsou tried to thrash his legs, he could walk just fine, damn it, but Bakugou had his legs in an iron vice.

"Wh-"

"You are by far the worst of them all," Bakugou said. He was moving very quickly now. Shinsou braced himself on Bakugou's side as best as he could. It wasn't an ideal position, by a long shot, but he didn't have many options at the moment.

"I eat perfectly fine, that was at three am!" Shinsou says. Bakugou paused on a landing for a moment. "I eat like Midoriya, I just don't eat when I should."

Bakuogu hummed, and Shinsou could feel him side-eyeing him.

"Hey, my blood may be caffeine, but do you honestly think I'd be able to keep up with Aizawa's training if I didn't eat like healthy god-damn person?" Shinsou asks. Bakugou snorted, legitimately, and... kept going down the stairs. "Um, you can put me down."

"No."

Kami, this man is committed. Shinsou thought tiredly.

Bakugou didn't put him down until the last landing, just before the final turn to the common room. Shinsou stretched, lazily following him down the stairs. "Why are you so invested in my diet all of a sudden?" Shinsou asks.

"OI, PIKACHU, I FUCKING SEE YOU!"

"AH!"

Shinsou bothered to crack open an eye to watch Bakugou tackle Kaminari around the counter. He had been stacking one of his iconic grilled cheese sandwiches. He'd only gotten about halfway. Shinsou blinked blearily at the scene. He was either hallucinating, or he was actually watching Aizawa cook at the stove, and Bakugou somehow hadn't noticed yet. He looked to the side to see Todoroki, Ashido, Kirishima, and several others being given some sort of nutrition crash course by Sero and Midoriya. Yaoyorozu as sitting at the tables, sipping her tea, with a flushed face. Uraraka was grabbing Kaminari's grilled cheese and slipping away, to the tables where she sat with Asui to share.

Shinsou dragged his feet over to Aizawa. He was in the midst of making some kind of "all in one" rice bowl. Vegetables, meat, the rice, seaweed, enough spices to kill a man, and a curry based sauce. Tokoyami was assisting, occasionally feeding Dark Shadow an apple.

"Bird-Brain, that doesn't count as eating a damn fruit!" Bakugou shouted, still grappling Kaminari. The fact he'd even noticed whilst in the midst of battling with Kaminari was impressive.

He turned back to Aizawa. "What are you cooking for?" he asks.

"The diet of this dorm is dubious at best," Aizawa says flatly.

"You, too? Hey, are you prepared for Bakugou's opinion on what you're making?" Shinsou asks.

"We have a battle plan," Tokoyami says.

...and what an apt way to put that, Shinsou figured. He slipped away, backing up quickly. Dark Shadow turned to see Bakugou had finally finished with Kaminari and was making his way over to them. Dark Shadow dashed across the floor, crashing into Ashido's chair. Ashido jumped up, stumbling out of her seat and sending the chair clattering. She rushed over to Bakugou, jumping on him. She almost sent both of them to the floor, with Bakugou swearing up a storm. Once he'd balanced them out, he leveled her with a vicious glare, but she was unperturbed. She smiled widely at him, snickering.

"Hey, Bakubabe!"

"What the fuck, Raccoon Eyes?" Bakugou growled.

"Well, you were so concerned about our eating habits," Ashido began, bringing her legs up and forcing Bakugou to catch them lest they both swing off balance. "Sensei decided to whip us up a lunch that was worthy of the entire food pyramid!"

"That pyramid changes on a dime."

"Shut up, you know what I meant," Ashido sighed. She smiled, resting her head against his. "Only the best for your Gods."

Bakugou dropped her.

"OW!"

"You fucking deserved it," Bakugou growled. Shinsou leaned over the counter, a smirk on his face.

"Your what-now?" Shinsou asks.

"See what you did?! See the shit you started?!" Bakugou roared. Ashido snickered, kicking her legs. She turned to Shinsou, a sparkle in her eyes. She leapt up, leaning close to Shinsou, cupping her hand at his ear. Bakugou's eyes widened. "Don't you dare-"

"He called us all his 'gods'," Ashido said quickly. Bakugou tried to snatch her and she dodged away, squealing as he launched over the counter to chase her.

Shinsou stood there, rooted to the spot. He numbly walked over to Aizawa and Tokoyami.

"Did you hear-?" he started, but Aizawa held up a hand.

"I'm not listening to it today," Aizawa says. "I'm just making lunch."

"Aw," Shinsou leaned on the counter, head resting on his palm. "Thanks, Dad~"

Todoroki stood abruptly. "I knew it."

Aizawa sighed, turning to glower at Shinsou, who was still smiling cheekily at him. "Look what you started..."

"Can I have more curry with mine?"