Today was a special day for Amai.

Because today was the day, she was going to show Yami that she was in fact, not just a filthy tryhard, Mountain Dew-drinking, Dorito dust-covered, gamer girl. But a truly, capable girl.

First, she'd spent quite some time (days) trying to make a batch of cookies. And after many, many, many, many attempts. She finally managed to make a successful batch.

She had not been able to make another since, but Yami didn't need to know that.

Currently, she was watching Yami scarf down her cookies, with absolute euphoria. She was holding back her quirk so that way she didn't start oozing candies.

"So how do they taste?" Amai asked dreamily.

"Like love," Yami said after swallowing enough of them.

"Huh?" Amai was completely taken off guard by that answer.

"...I can do more… than see emotions," Yami explained. "I see them mostly. But can also smell them a bit. Taste them a little…can't hear them yet. Maybe later. Normally I can't taste them this well. But these cookies…are so full of emotion. Love. Care. Hope. Your cookies, taste like YOUR cookies. And so they taste really good."

Amai had to fight the urge to swoon. "S-S-S-S-S-So besides that, how d-d-d-does it taste?"

"You confused salt and sugar again," Yami said without missing a step, and while still eating the cookies.

"Huh!?" Amai quickly took one of the cookies and bit down on it. And cold chill went down her spine, as she realized he was correct. But how? I tasted these before and… I bagged the wrong batch, didn't I?

And yet, despite how awful they tasted, Yami was scarfing them down, like the most delicious thing in the world, and had even said all of THAT about them.

Amai wasn't sure if she wanted to swoon, bang her head against the table, or curse Yami for making her feel this way and turning her into a blushing mess, again.

POP POP POP POP POP.

And now she was leaking love candies. Great.

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Ok, with plan A ruined, she'd go onto plan B. Showing that, unlike most gamers, she went outside, got some exercise, and touched grass.

And so she wanted to join in on the mourning exercise that many of the people at the Midoriya Household took part in.

Her plan was to last as long as possible, to try and seem impressive. She was considered pretty athletic in school, so she thought she could pull this off.

It was three hours later, while her tired, sweaty, abused body was trying to do another pushup, it occurred to her, that the Midoriya Foundation and the rest of the world were two VERY different places.

Are you sure you don't want to stop Amai, you look like you're about to collapse. Yonda asked smugly, as she continued doing exercises alongside them. Normally she would have tapped out by now, but with her being grounded, she didn't have much else to do (she was lucky she was still allowed to attend morning workouts after Yoshina left).

That and she'd be damned if she didn't stick around to watch Amai's very flawed plan reach its very obvious conclusion.

"N-Nope," Amai said as her body screamed at her to stop. "I-I'm good. I-I- can keep going."

Yonda you're a very unpleasant person, and I want you to know that. Amai thought.

What about you Yami? You normally tap out after an hour and a half or two hours. Yonda revealed.

Yami shook his head, as he did exercises right next to Amai. He was also covered in sweat, and clearly pushing it, but not nearly to the extent that Amai was.

THUMP.

Amai's body finally gave out, unable to do anymore. "Owwwwww."

Oh dear, what happened, I thought you said you were fine? Yonda asked, barely resisting the urge to laugh.

I hope you suffer from a minor misfortune. Amai thought.

Shiruku sighed, as she set down her weights. Yonda, stop tormenting the girl.

Before Amai could try and get up and take the walk of shame out while quite a significant amount of the kids who had started working out, still remained.

When suddenly, she found herself in a princess carry, with Yami being the carrier, taking her out of the training room.

Amai knew that Yami was also tired from overexerting himself, and yet his grip on her remained firm as he walked, and he showed no sign of struggle.

He's soooo cooooollll! Amai gushed as her face turned redder, and love candies started pouring out of her.

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After a whole day spent recovering, Amai was ready for Plan C the next day.

Okay, so maybe she wasn't good at cooking, and she could never hold a candle to the kids here physically, but she could probably do chores as well as anyone else.

Yami's gonna think I'm so capable. Amai thought as she put some of Yami's clothes in the wash.

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Shiruku raised her eyebrow, as she saw Yami and Amai walking down the hallway.

Amai with her head down in shame, and Yami with a pink shirt on, acting like nothing was wrong.

"Uh, I don't think Pink works for you Yami," Shiruku said, trying not to laugh and make things worse for poor Amai.

"It does now," Yami said without batting an eye and patting Amai on the head.

As they walked past each other, Shiruku heard the sound of love candies hitting the floor.

I really hope someone's picking those up. Someone who isn't YOU Yonda. Shiruku thought.

Fair. Yonda responded from wherever she was at the moment. If it makes you feel better, I literally can't pick them up, because I'm stuck in my room.

It doesn't because you're as crafty as evil. Shiruku responded.

Again, fair. Yonda replied.

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Amai couldn't help but slump a bit as she resigned herself to playing video games, while Yami slowly fed her Doritos to try and lift her spirits.

Her attempts to do basic household chores had failed.

Yami was wearing pink because she messed up his whites, she nearly passed out trying to take out garbage, and the less said about her attempts to clean the better.

Yeah, there was probably a reason she wasn't allowed to help with the chores at home.

"You don't have to try to impress me," Yami told her. "You already did, when we first met."

"How?" Amai asked, sounding far more pouty than she'd like. Especially as she was still being fed Doritos.

"You were trying to help people," Yami said. "Even though you didn't have to. Even though it didn't help you. Even though it was a little dangerous. You did it anyway. You impressed me, with your heart."

"Stop that, stop that this instant," Amai said half-heartedly, as she felt her face heat up once again.

"Mmmmmmmm. No." Yami said as he started petting her head with his other hand.

"Stop, please. You're gonna turn me into a useless girl who only plays video games, and gets spoiled all day." Amai weakly argued.

"You're not useless, you make me happy," Yami said. "You did all those things, for me. That made me very happy. So you can't be useless. And I like spoiling you. So, keep being you, keep playing video games. I'll keep spoiling you. Because I want to."

"Ahhh. I give up! Fine!" Amai said. This is one game, I'll never beat him in.

Sorry for the short chapter, but I couldn't find a way to stretch it out.

Anyway, please review and have a nice day.