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a culinary tragedy

— preference | fluff, slice of life | fem!reader

— ft. k.bakugo, s.todoroki, e.kirishima, i.tenya, t.amajiki

— file brief : You try to cook. They try to survive. Love wins.

— content log : post timeskip, pure fluff

— author’s note : written for all of us who try to show love through food and end up committing mild culinary crimes. we’re doing our best.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

⭑ Katsuki Bakugo

You tried, really. He knew you did.

And he also knew why you insisted so much on taking over the kitchen.

Since you moved in together, if he didn’t cook, you both survived on takeout. Everyone at U.A. had already known you couldn’t cook to save your life—he’d seen the microwave incidents.

Burned cookies. Deflated cakes. Mysterious jelly that had once wiggled off the plate and haunted his dreams.

But this. This was a crime.

You’d spent three hours in the kitchen. Your left cheek was smeared with rice. There was something unidentifiable in your hair. Your hands were still sticky. Your face held a terrified, hopeful almost-smile.

Your boyfriend stared silently at the dish in front of him.

A single onigiri.

A very deformed, weird-textured, slightly off-color onigiri.

The nori was barely hanging on. It leaned like it wanted to escape.

He poked it with a chopstick. It jiggled.

Onigiri wasn’t supposed to jiggle.

“…The fuck is this?”

“…An onigiri?”

Why were you asking him? You made it.

He narrowed his eyes at it. Like it had personally offended him.

Then slowly—reluctantly—he picked it up and took a bite.

He chewed. Once.

Twice.

Stopped.

“…Why is it spicy?”

“I panicked! I remembered you love spicy food!”

“…You put chili oil in rice?”

“I was trying to be thoughtful!”

He paused. Blinked. Stared into the void for a moment.

Then set the blob back down with the silent precision of a man who had faced war—and somehow found this worse.

“You are never allowed in my kitchen again.”

You gasped. “That’s not fair!”

He walked toward you, cupped your rice-covered face in his hands, and sighed like a man far older than his years.

“No, what’s not fair is what you just tried to feed me.”

“But I did it with love…”

“You tried to assassinate me with love.”

And yet—despite it all—he took another bite.

“Still tastes like shit,” he muttered.

But he kept chewing.

You smiled anyway.

The next day, just to spite you, he made criminally perfect onigiris.

You weren’t sure whether to be offended or grateful.

Probably both.

⭑ Shoto Todoroki

The first time you saw your Shoto’s face light up while eating Zaru Soba, you knew you wanted to make it for him. Just the two of you, a quiet little date in the garden near your apartment.

The idea was perfect.

The execution… well, you tried.

“They’re just noodles, right? And a dipping sauce. How hard could it be?”

You kept repeating that to yourself like a mantra, but calling your cooking skills lacking was being generous.

Your mother used to tell you that you needed to learn how to cook—that no one would marry someone who didn’t even know how to keep themselves alive.

Well. You proved her wrong when, after the war, Shoto proposed to you.

Your beautiful, quiet, wonderful fiancé didn’t mind that if it weren’t for him, you’d be living off takeout and absurdly easy, child-friendly meals.

But now? It started to bother you.

So you got determined. You spent hours and hours in the kitchen.

Finally, he came back from patrol to find you nervous-smiling, a basket in your hand as you immediately dragged him outside and toward the park.

The walk was short, but your thoughts were anything but.

What if the noodles were too soggy?

What if the sauce was too salty?

What if he hated it?

What if this was the day he realized he deserved someone who could cook real food, not just semi-functional carbohydrate attempts?

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, fingers brushing yours. “You’re quiet.”

You forced a smile. “Just hungry.”

At the park, you sat beneath the same tree where he’d first told you he loved you. You laid out the blanket, opened the basket, and presented the boxed meal like it was the finest bento in all of Japan.

He blinked.

Then blinked again.

“…Is that… Zaru Soba?”

“Yes!” you chirped. “I made it myself. For you.”

He looked at you. Then the noodles. Then back at you.

“I’m honored,” he said. And he meant it.

With his usual calm, he picked up the chopsticks and dipped the noodles into the tsuyu. You held your breath.

He chewed. Slowly.

Then looked up.

“…Did you… put sugar in the sauce?”

Your eyes widened. “Was I not supposed to?! I saw a recipe online that said sweetness brings out—”

“No, no,” he interrupted gently, a soft smile on his lips. “It’s… different. Unexpected.”

“…Bad?”

He studied you for a long moment. And then, sincerely:

“It’s the best thing I’ve eaten today.”

Your heart melted just a little.

“…It’s only three in the afternoon,” you mumbled.

“Exactly,” he said, taking another bite. “Plenty of time for you to top it again.”

You bit your lip to stop the grin forming as he kept eating without a single complaint—his quiet way of loving you, even in your culinary catastrophes.

Later that night, while he ate the takeout you’d guiltily ordered (despite his protests), he kissed your temple and whispered:

“Next time, let’s cook together.”

And maybe—just maybe—you wouldn’t commit crimes against soba again.

⭑ Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima wasn’t a picky eater. He’d eat anything.

You once caught him snacking on slightly burned popcorn and calling it, “Kinda smoky, y’know? Cool.”

So when you told him you wanted to cook him dinner—a real meal, no microwaves involved—he immediately said yes, gave you a high five, and started setting the table.

The problem was… you hadn’t exactly figured out how to cook that real meal yet.

Cut to three hours later: the apartment smells like something vaguely edible, your shirt has… oil stains? (one can only hope it was oil), and you’re standing in front of him holding two bowls of very, very, very questionable gyudon. (If you could even call it that.)

He looked at it with wide eyes and the biggest smile, bless his heart.

“Whoa! Did you make this all by yourself, my love?”

“…I did,” you said, with a nervous laugh. “I think I might’ve burned the onions. And the beef. And maybe the rice.”

He grabbed his chopsticks like it was the most gourmet thing he’d ever been served.

“Baby, this is amazing!” he said, the big, loving smile still on his face.

You blinked. “The rice is crunchy.”

“Chips are crunchy too! It’s fine!”

He took a huge bite. Chewed. Chewed some more.

“…So?”

He gave you a thumbs-up with both hands.

“Amazing! I’ve never had crunchy gyudon before.”

“Because it’s not supposed to be crunchy, Kiri!”

“And yet,” he said dramatically, “I love it. And I love you. So it works out.”

He meant every word—and later that night, while you cuddled under a blanket watching your favorite movie for the hundredth time and eating actual ramen, he whispered:

“You’re already perfect, but next time… let’s cook together, yeah, baby?”

He grinned, nudging your shoulder.

“At least you didn’t burn the house down. That’s a win in my book, love.”

⭑ Tenya Iida

From the moment you told your fiancé that you wanted to prepare him a homemade meal, he assumed you must be planning something special.

Maybe a celebration. Maybe a grand romantic gesture.

What he didn’t assume was that you’d end up personally battling the recipe… and losing.

You spent the entire day in the kitchen while he was out fighting actual villains.

You chopped vegetables with total, surgical concentration—and absolutely zero technique.

You memorized every step like you were defending your thesis.

And despite your best efforts, by the time he got home, the kitchen looked like a post-battle disaster zone.

“W-what happened here?”

“Gourmet tragedy,” you answered with an apologetic smile, guiding him toward the table you’d beautifully set. Fresh flowers, a handwritten card, the shiniest utensils you owned—all in place.

He glanced at the bowl in front of him. It sort of resembled ramen.

He pulled out a chair so you could sit—bless his big, gentleman heart—and then took the seat across from you.

He straightened his glasses.

“Did you follow the instructions step by step?”

“Yeah. Well. More or less.”

“More or less?!”

He made that face. The one he made when mediating conflict at the agency or trying to solve a national-level disaster.

Then, with reverence, he picked up his chopsticks and took a bite.

Pause.

Chew.

Silence.

You waited. Terrified.

“…A curious texture. Bold seasoning. I must commend your initiative.”

“Tenya… does it taste like ramen?”

“…It tastes like effort. Which I greatly admire.”

He kissed your hands gently, a soft and loving smile on his face. He kept eating. You nearly cried.

He was way too nice about this culinary failure.

Later, while the two of you cleaned the battlefield (the kitchen), Iida admitted he was deeply moved that you’d done all of this for him.

He promised to teach you how to make his favorite dish.

Step by step. With diagrams. Color-coded notes. A three-part binder. You’ll love it.

He planned the whole day himself.

And that weekend was filled with kisses, laughter, and a perfectly decent beef stew.

Which, to be fair, was a huge win—for both of you.

⭑ Tamaki Amajiki

Tamaki had a rough day.

The kind of day that left him even quieter than usual, hood drawn over his face, head low as he walked through the door.

So, as the ever-loving girlfriend you were, you wanted to cheer him up.

With food.

His favorite.

Takoyaki.

Now… was it a complicated dish?

Absolutely.

Should that have stopped you?

Probably.

Did it, though?

Of course not.

By the time he woke up from a nap and came out of the bath, your kitchen was a scene of chaos.

Steam clouded the air. Flour dusted the counters.

There was… something in your hair. You weren’t entirely sure what.

He froze mid-step.

“Hi, sunshine!” you chirped, trying not to panic.

“W-what happened here?”

“I made you takoyaki! …Sort of.”

You presented him with a plate of misshapen, slightly charred takoyaki.

They looked… afraid.

You looked hopeful.

He looked traumatized.

Still, he sat down and picked one up like it was made of glass.

He took a bite.

Chewed.

Paused.

“Darling… is it that bad?”

He shook his head.

“No. It’s… chewy. And tasty, my love. A heroic effort.”

You bit your lip. “You don’t have to finish it if you hate it.”

He looked at you—quiet, nervous, soft.

“You made it. For me. That’s… really nice. No one’s ever done that.”

And that night, he ate every last deformed takoyaki. No complaints.

Later, while you cuddled in bed watching some sappy movie, you whispered:

“Next time, I’ll order sushi. That way our kitchen survives.”

A sheepish smile tugged at your lips—

Which he quickly erased with a kiss.

“Next time, we’ll cook together, my love.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

unmanly behavior detected. stealing is not plus ultra. - kirishima (probably)

Characters: Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya

GN!Reader

Warnings: None :) I just wanted to do something smol and soft :)

NAVIGATION

Izuku tends to give you an overwhelming amount of encouragement and support. Whether it’s something significant such as training or battling, or something insignificant like making dinner or cleaning up your room, expect a constant flow of encouraging words.

Not only does Midoriya gently push you to always do your best but he also gives incredible advice whenever it’s needed.  The fact you come to him whenever you need assistance makes him feel good, so he gives it his best to return the favor.

Despite Katsuki’s self-absorbed personality its rather easy for him to pick up on your emotions. Most times when he senses the fact you are uncomfortable, or anxious, he doesn’t say anything. Instead he opts for throwing an arm around your frame, or capturing your hand in his own. He figures the lazy manners of affection would be enough to at least distract you from whatever is causing the discomfort.

Though he’d never admit it Bakugo also tends to remember the majority of the things you tell him. This means he typically always remembers important dates, or small details you had expected him to forget.

Tenya takes both his and your life incredibly serious. He has your schedule and habits down to a T and is constantly reminding you to keep up on certain things. If he noticed you hadn’t eaten in a while he would go find something for you to eat. If you were neglecting homework he would be sitting you down and helping you do it.

He also takes pride in the fact he is a proper “gentleman”. Doors are always held open for you, chairs are pulled out before you touch them, and he always walks on the outside of the sidewalk so you aren’t close to the street. Your bag is feeling a little heavy today? Not a problem, Iida would gladly hold it for you.

Eijiro is extremely good at keeping situations light hearted; not to mention his knack for relieving any awkward tension. If you find yourself in a scenario where you are uncomfortable or anxious expect a million jokes or ridiculous comments to emit from your boyfriend.

Additionally, Kirishima has no problem with PDA. You could be in the middle of a battle and he’d attempt to hold your hand if you looked a little sad. He’s also known to literally sweep you off of your feet and attempt to remove you from the situation.

Anytime you meet up with Ochaco she greets you with a compliment. It’s almost as if she never runs out of things to compliment you on; not to mention they are usually timed perfectly when you need them the most. They are always genuine and usually come with a warm smile and a soft blush.

Ururaka also extends any invitation she gets to you almost immediately. If her friends ask her to join them for lunch she always asks if you can come as well. She wants to make sure you are never left out.

Shoto’s way of showing affection in public is through his protective mannerisms. He generally sticks close to you if not right by you at all times. If anyone tries anything he speaks up almost instantly, ultimately preventing anything from happening to you. There have been multiple instances where he’s had to tell Bakugo to leave you alone.

Despite his busy schedule he always makes sure there is enough time to fit you in his life. He cuts things short if needed, or reschedules them all together to ensure he gets to spend time with you.

Hitoshi is really good at reading people, so if there is even a slight change in your attitude he picks up on it instantly. Sometimes he asks if you are okay, but most times he just provides a distraction. He’ll begin telling you of any story he can think of off the top of his head, attempting to capture your attention.

He remembers the things you like, and casually offers them at random times. Maybe Shinso stumbled across a book you mentioned once; he’d buy it instantly with the intentions of giving it to you the next time he sees you. Your favorite foods are always in his home, and your favorite music is always played.

Privacy is an important aspect to Shota’s life, so he naturally treats your privacy with respect. If its clear you don’t want to talk about something he won’t push you. Any secrets you tell him are completely safe. He only enters your space with your permission, and usually asks before he does most things.

Requested by @xionroxas:

Midoriya, Kirishima, Todoroki and Kaminari with a S/O whose backpack is always heavy since they're always carrying a lot of things for any possible outcome. One day, they're diagnosed with some trouble in their column and knees, becoming impossible for them to carry heavy things anymore, forcing them to change their bag for one with wheels too. I'd love to see how the guys would aiding them meanwhile having the old bag and once they get the new one. Toshinori with a teacher S/O. Preferences! :D

A/N: I still don’t know Kaminari and Kirishima too well (I have to rewatch the anime) but I’ll do my best! Sorry if they feel a bit out of character.

A/N: I’m still taking a break from writing, but I had a few things finished already so I’ll slowly keep posting them

Midoriya:

He wouldn’t let you carry anything, not even for a second. He cares so much about you, so he worries, and Izuku would immediately rid you from any weight and remind you to take care of yourself ‘the doctor said your back and knees would get worse if you carry anything heavy!’. Basically, he even picks you up from home so he can carry your stuff all the way, even if you say you are allowed to carry some things. 

Kirishima:

You notice how much he eyes you when you’re carrying something. Since you skipped class a few days, he asked and you told him about the doctor visit and the back and knee problem. So Kirishima wants to carry things for you but at the same time he doesn’t want you to feel helpless or weak. So he would just ask you if you need him to carry something and maybe insist a bit, but if you say no he would respect your decision. He would still worry, of course, and might even end up convincing you to let him help you if you’re a bit stubborn.

Todoroki:

At first you think he doesn’t even know about your back problems, because he doesn’t react any differently. Eventually things change, because one day your heavy bag is giving you a bad time and, as he walks with you, you ask him if he could help you out. He seems surprised, but he asks if your back is hurting and apologizes for not having offered before. Todoroki seems actually rattled and apparently feels a bit guilty. Later on, he explains he hadn’t realized it was that bad or that you were hurting at all, that you always seem so determined and strong that he didn’t think it necessary. He thought the situation to be less worrisome, basically. After that, though, he takes your bag without a word and carries it for you all the way.

Kaminari:

He would kind of trick you in a way, because he always offers to carry your things for you, and even though you accept you feel guilty to give him that extra weight. You always tell him about how bad you feel for making him carry your stuff too. One time, though, he joked around saying ‘do you want me to feel useless, Y/N? Is that what you want? I need to carry your bag for you, don’t do this to me!’ and it made you laugh. But deep down you knew it was his way of saying it didn’t bother him at all, that he was happy to do it.

Toshinori (with a teacher s/o):

He’s big and strong, and even though sometimes you worry that he might get tired or hurt himself when he isn’t as strong, Toshinori insists to carry your suitcase and won’t take no for an answer. He retorts to politeness and gentlemanliness saying that what kind of person would he be not to carry your things for you, especially if you’re in pain, because he loves you that much. He will even carry you if you’re having a especially crappy day.

Bakugo:

At first he doesn’t really do anything, but you caught him watching you with the corner of his eye. As you walk, you can’t help but to wince as you try to conceal groans of pain, and Bakugo sighs. Then he turns to you and holds his hand up ‘give me the bag’ he just says. You refuse at first, not wanting to bother him or be a nuisance, but he takes it from you and smirks playfully, insisting that from now on he will be carrying it for you, no buts.

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