Bakugou was already in the kitchen when Uraraka groggily made her way down the stairs. 5am isn't even that early. She should get on his level. He's moving to grab the rice cooker when she walks into the kitchen.
"What are we making, Bakugou-kun?" she rubs her eyes with her palm.
"Something not even you can fuck up." He places the rice cooker on the counter and looks over his shoulder at her. "Onigiri"
She looks almost giddy, "If they turn out well, can I eat them at lunch?"
He ignores her and pulls out a bag of rice from the cabinet. "You can make rice, right?"
"Yeah, of course." She replies near instantly.
"Good. I'm going to grab canned fish to use as a filling. Pour 3 cups of rice into the pot and wash it."
She nods and moves towards the counter. Pulling up her sleeves, she measures out the rice while Bakugo starts grabbing fish, salt, and plastic wrap. He lets himself glance back at her just in time to see her reaching for the dish soap. He lunges at her, pulling her by her wrist.
"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?!"
She just looks at him, a bit bewildered "What? I'm washing the rice."
"YOU DON'T USE SOAP"
She pauses and visibly has an epiphany.
"So THAT'S why my rice always tastes like shit!"
He uses both hands to cover his face while he makes an attempt to process her stupidity. He slides his hands forcefully down his face. She's legitimately exhausting. How can a woman so good in a fight be this airheaded?
"How have you been surviving?"
"Good old' reliable instant ramen."
"OH MY FUCKING GOD" He says it under his breath, his face overcome with disgust and disappointment.
"Round-face. You have to give your body actual fucking nutrients if you expect your training to go anywhere."
She simply shrugs and starts going back to the rice. He knocks her out of the way and scoops up the rice pot before she can get her grubby little hands on it.
"Nope nope nope. You have lost rice privileges."
Crossing her arms, Uraraka looks up at him and pouts.
"You can shape the rice balls, but you're watching this part."
"hmph"
Bakugou steps over to the sink and flips on the water. He moves the pot so that the water stirs the rice as it lands. He kneads the rice with his palm, pours out the dirty water, and rinses it once more before filling it with clean water.
"Round-face, come here."
She moves closer to see him pointing at small lines on the inside of the pot.
"For white rice, you put 2 cups water for every one cup rice, so we're filling it to this line."
She nods, and he places the pot inside the rice cooker and turns it on.
"While that's cooking, we're going to set everything up. Grab the plastic wrap."
She picks it up and walks over to where he's standing at the counter.
"Tear off a fairly big piece, lay it down, and sprinkle it with salt."
"Okay" she spreads the plastic down evenly onto the counter's surface and shakes salt on it. "Now what"
"Do you want sesame or bonito flakes in the rice? If you do, you have to put them with the salt."
She walks past him and takes a container of sesame seeds from the shelf. Easing back to her spot beside him, she shakes the seeds onto the plastic wrap. Next to her, the rice cooker's light has changed to green.
Seeing this, he reaches past her to unplug it. "Now take some of the hot rice and spread it out onto the plastic." Uraraka grabs the rice scoop and opens the lid of the cooker, hot steam hitting her in the face. Wafting the steam out of her face, she daintily scoops a chunk of rice and plops it onto the plastic.
"Take your filling and place it in the middle of the rice, then you should probably let me handle it."
Flicking her eyes up at him, she does what he says, albeit a tad annoyed. He lifts the plastic by the corners, letting the rice fold over onto the filling. He skillfully shapes it into a triangle, periodically dropping it onto the table to give it a flat bottom.
She narrows her eyes at him "I could totally do that"
He raises his eyebrows and tosses it to her. She grabs it out the air casually, the heat of the rice taking her by surprise, nearly dropping it. She forces herself to hold onto it, hoping that Bakugou didn't notice.
He did. The sides of his mouth turn up ever so slightly as he starts on another rice ball.
