"So guys consider this a bake-off the best cake wins!" Excited, Kane declares to his audience recording the two standing side by side at a distance each one with their own station. Firefly ties the bright blue apron around herself while Kane rolls up his sleeves, his plum locks tied into a low ponytail while Haneul has her hair in a braid.

"And who will judge?" Curious, Haneul wonders.

"Bombarda of course this is her cake after all." Kane smiles.

"Right…should we get a cook book?" Unsure, Haneul furrows her brow as she is about to take out her phone when….

"I have one right here." Boisterously, the sharp slam of the book echoes throughout the room making Firefly flinch from the sound turning to gape down at the beefy book, a cook book.

"Right then just pass…" Firefly reaches out to the book but…

"BOOM!" Startled, Haneul recoils back when he tosses the book into the sink, they had prepared for cleaning.

"WHAT DID YOU…WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" Horrified, Haneul screeches screaming at him.

"We don't need it." Lazily, he shrugs smiling.

"That was Bombarda's it was signed!" Screeching, she reminds him making his eye dilate dread crossing his frightened facial features.

"…Oh…anyway…! Let's begin." Nervously, he smiles at the camera unaware of the horrified Haneul as they begin cooking.

"She's going to kill us." Shaking, Haneul whispers fear laced in her tone as she crunches the raw red essence in her mortar.

"So Firefly what's your idea?" Smoothly, Spark changes the topic.

"Well I thought to go with the classic chocolate cake since the boss loves her chocolate but with a twist." Gently, a small smile crosses Haneul's lips, a uneasy smile.

"What sort of twist?" Intrigued, Spark asks her.

"So our boss likes chocolate after something spicy personally I enjoy vanilla but hey whatever. So why not bring them both together?" Firefly reasons.

"You're going to put chilli in the cake?" Confused, Kane furrows his brow as he places the final glass down upon the armada of glass soldiers standing by his side.

"Not just chilli!" Defensively, she huffs sliding some vanilla extract on the table.

"You think that's a bit much." Spark sweat drops when noting the ghost chilli.

"Spice has never been a factor for the boss not with a fudge cake." Haneul argues.

"You said you were doing chocolate though?" Perplexed, Spark disputes.

"Isn't it the same thing?" Lost, Haneul questions.

"I don't know." Spark shrugs.

"Then why ask?" Angrily, she snaps at him panic laced in her tone.

"I don't know! Wanna know what I'm doing…?" Excited, Spark leans towards her, smiling.

"From the practical gin cabinet you got there I don't like it." Frankly, Firefly answers sweat dropping.

"Every human being likes alcohol including the boss she's not exception, but she also hates how it brings a few pounds so doesn't drink often and if she does, there's a extra training session for her. So I'm going to give her an alcohol cake." Kane explains mainly to the audience.

"A what cake?" Haneul furrows her brow.

"A cake." Spark says.

"Yes but what kind?" Haneul probes.

"Um…layered." Unsure, Kane glances from side to side, his tone quivering briefly.

"And you're sure that's not a bit much? You know the boss doesn't really drink much unless to relax but even then…" Fretfully, Firefly begins to worry just as Spark swipes one of the drinks, taking a heavy gulp unaware of the concerned look sent his way by Haneul.

"Like you said there's never a limit for our boss now let's do this!" Quickly, he cuts her off.

"Riiight…" Haneul's eyes narrow at him as Spark turns his attention to the chat.

"Who normally cooks? The boss usually she likes spicy food but sometimes Firefly will cook her sushi is to die for so is this food she makes from her home what's it called…you gave it to me after we went clubbing when I woke up she was there and she gave me this soup helped with the hangover what's it called? It was amazing." Thoughtfully, Kane explains softly smirking at the memory unable to notice the faint ruby red tint to Firefly's cheeks.

"Sulguk I didn't know you liked it." Surprised, Haneul whispers, her facial features softening from his words.

"Hell yeah I did sometimes I would purposefully get drunk so you'd make me some." Shyly, he smiles rubbing his cheek with his forefinger, a ruby red tint to his cheeks as her eyes expand from his words, a small smile crossing her lips.

"You know you could ask." Tentatively, she whispers making his own widen when hearing her words.

"Oh…guess the liquors letting my tongue talk heh." Sheepishly, Spark scratches the back of his neck, a faint ruby red tint to his cheeks deepening darkening even.

"Yeah…hm can Spark cook? Well…sort of…" Shyly, Haneul notes another question as she glances to the side.

"I can do microwave meals." Merrily, Spark smiles.

"Give him instructions and he'll be fine. Didn't you take the boss out once? Yakiniku wasn't it?" Haneul recalls.

"Oh that. This was when the agency began, I thought I'd treat the boss but when we went there, I didn't know I was meant to cook until I found out and she ordered of course chicken, this led me into thinking how the heck do I cook chicken? The worst thing was she saw how much I struggled and took control. It was thanks to her that I learned you brown the chicken then cut it to see if the pink is gone, any shade of red is gone according to her for most meat I wonder what salmon is or steak." Spark smiles nervously at the memory.

"It's brown." Firefly furrows her brow.

"Oh…yeah see I'm not the best wish I could have a do over at the Yakiniku." Disappointed, Kane sighs slouching his shoulders.

"We could." Meekly, Firefly offers.

"Seriously?" Hopeful, Kane perks up.

"I don't mind going." Haneul says.

"Alright hear that guys? Seems we got another video for you guys coming!" Cheekily, Kane winks at the camera unaware of Firefly's furrowed frown.

"Yeah…video. Um…shouldn't you worry about salmonella?" Tentatively, Haneul furrows her brow when seeing him slam the eggs in, shell and all.

"Why?" Confused, Kane questions.

"What do you mean why?" Panicked, Firefly frowns.

"Well you don't put fish in cake duh Firefly god and I here I thought you were the smart one." Chuckling, Kane shakes his head smugly smirking.

"I…you know what I'm just going to…" Exasperated, Haneul places her hand to her tense temple, furrowing her brow at the searing sensation in her throbbing temple as she takes out her phone.

"Wait you're cheating!" Kane gasps pointing at her.

"I'm saving us from washing us and from poisoning our boss." Fed up, Haneul snaps scowling at him.

"Oh come on have some faith we won't kill her." Confidently, Kane brushes her off.

"We're gonna kill her!" Haneul snaps scared.

"Oi dipshits I'm back." Sharply the door slams open making them both turn.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Cursing, Kane paces back and forth fearful as she turns to furrow her brow at him.

"What's…what's going on?" Lost, Bombarda gapes at the scene before her.

"Ta…dah?" Meekly, Kane smiles stretching his arm out gesturing to the goop.

"What did you do?" Bombarda whispers.

"What do you mean?" Kane questions.

"I didn't even think it was possible to murder food. Wait…is this my whiskey!?" Angrily, she snaps at the two.

"…Maybe." Meekly, Kane smiles.

"…" Silently, she stares at the two gaping at the mess all over the countertop, turning to the sink, seeing goop floating above seeing…

"And yet here you stand pretty impressive right?" Kane places his hands on his hips as she takes out the soaked book.

"Boss?" Concerned, Haneul calls out to her, the two sharing a look at the stunned silent Bombarda slowly approaching the sofa. The Xbox and other consoles lay lazily by the TV as she grabs the raw red pillow, slamming her face into it, screeching, screaming, shouting into it alarming the others as she then stands, not even looking at them as they call out to her. But it falls to deaf ears as they are answered by the shift slam of the door hearing the boisterous bellow of objects being thrown from side to side, hearing her firm feral screech to the high heavens…

"Do we have to do this?" Tiredly, Bombarda sits down at the table, the camera recording as she glares at the microphone before her glaring at the two-standing side by side on the other side of the table, the camera recording it all.

"Course we do you made it into the top ten this is something to congratulate." Chirpily, Kane declares pride laced in his tone.

"Is it though? Does it really matter in the grand scheme of things?" Tensely, Bombarda argues leaning back in her seat.

"Does this podcast?" Firefly throws in.

"Come on guys this is therapeutic for me." Kane whines at the two.

"Fair, so guys we should apologise about this being later than told. We had…things to do." Haneul grimaces crossing her arms over her chest.

"You had things to clean up and a book to pay for." Firmly, Bombarda crosses her arms over her chest at the two.

"We will." The two chorus bowing their heads in shame.

"Damn right you will." Sternly, she tells the two.

"So tell us Bombarda how it feels to be among people like All Might and Endeavour?" Intrigued, Kane questions her.

"Could you not?" Groaning, Bombarda slumps in her seat.

"Not what?" Lost, Kane questions.

"You sound like the paparazzi I rather not deal with that." Tiredly, she places her forefingers upon her tense temple.

"Oh come on you're going to be dealing with them at the announcement." Fairly, Haneul points out.

"Wait I have to go to that?" Surprised, Bombarda blinks furrowing her brow at the thought.

"Course you do." Kane deadpans.

"Urggggh…" Groaning, Bombarda cranes her neck back leaning back against the seat behind her.

"Changing the topic when were you going to tell us you saved Hawks!" Perkily, Haneul's greens glisten at the news, taking out her phone.

"…Who?" She blurts out her brow furrowed still reeling from the loss of her book.

"Hawks, there's the post he made thanking you." Haneul tells her.

"Whose Hawks?" She repeats once more too tired to deal with any of this.

"The number three hero, don't you…? Do you know anything about the top ten?" Baffled, Kane asks her.

"No." Bluntly, Bombarda answers.

"Why not?" Stunned, Kane jolts up from his seat making Haneul sigh gently placing her hand on his shoulder, gently pulling him back down to his seat.

"Cause I don't give a shit look I know All Might and Endeavour that's all I really need to know right cause to be honest these rankings are just wastes of time." Truthfully, Bombarda leans on the table.

"They give you more money though." Haneul points out.

"And that's what it all sums up to in the end, money?" Disappointed, Bombarda sighs.

"You got to admit boss, money is why most people become heroes nowadays." Haneul argues.

"Yes and those sorts of heroes are a complete waste of time to me." Frankly, Bombarda deadpans.

"I'm right here boss." Kane pouts slumping in his seat.

"You know what I mean, all these sponsorship deals and crap, I want none of that I'm happy as I am." Honestly, Bombarda confesses.

"As number four." Perkily, Haneul points out.

"I don't want to be part of the top ten if I could give my ranking to someone else I'd be happy too, the less eyes on me the bloody better." Bombarda states shrugging her shoulders.

"Do you at least want to know what he said about you?" Haneul asks her.

"No." Swiftly, she answers.

"Come on boss aren't you interested?" Kane lightly elbows her in the side.

"No." Firmly, she repeats.

"Not even a teeny tiny bit." Haneul joins in leaning in.

"No." Scowling, she affirms.

"Well I do go on." Kane smirks draping his arm over the blushing Haneul.

"Gladly, shoutout to the pro hero bombarda I know people said she was scary in person but seeing her outside her hero costume was quite the sight to behold I hope I can thank her properly with some Takoyaki." Haneul reads out from her phone showing a picture of him soaring in the air as he winks into the camera lens making her roll her eyes disgusted.

"Did he just ask you out?!" Excitedly, Haneul squeals alarming Bombarda, feeling a wave of dread and disgust wash over her at the thought.

"Of course not dumbass." Disgusted, she scowls at her. She had no time for any of that nor did she want to. She was happy as she was right now, sure she had a few proposals of people asking only due to her quirk but she still refused. She wasn't that sort of person despite how many people thought she was due to her quirk heritage history.

"You do like chicken." Kane points out.

"Everyone likes chicken." Scowling, she slams her fist down on the tabletop.

"Vegetarians would bet to differ." Haneul points out.

"You know what I mean." Frustrated, she snaps scowling at the two.

"Come on what would you rather do than be treated to some food?" Kane asks her.

"I rather hang." Firmly, she states.

"You really don't like him do you?" Kane chuckles amused.

"Look from that message alone he seems the schmoozer type you know? Kissing people's asses to get to the top and I'm not about that. If people don't like me screw 'em I got waaay too much in my life to be worrying about that low tier crap." Frustrated, she sighs placing her hands on her tense temple once more trying to deal with the people before her.

"I can't tell if that's a good message to kids or not…" Haneul sighs slumping her shoulders.

"All I'm saying is I have no intention of hanging out with fakes. Now can we change to the topic that's actually interesting? How about that album of yours coming out?" Impatiently, she changes topic pleading for it almost as she turns to her sidekicks.

"Yeah you've been promoting that a lot." Haneul helps her.

"Fine by me, free promotion is free promotion after all!" Animatedly, Kane declares fisting bumping the air unaware of the explosion in chat from the sentence alone, having no idea the box they had opened and spread such evils into the world…