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Two young boys stared intently at the TV. screen, gaming controllers held tightly in their hands. Snow falls softly outside, coating the ground white.
“What the Fuck! When the hell did you get a damn Blue Shell!” yelled a red-eyed, blond boy.
The other laughed as he leaned closer to the screen. His own red eyes focused solely on winning the race. Not even a few moments later the redhead boy won and stood with a cheer.
“Whooo! Yes, I have beat the self-proclaimed King of Mario Kart!”
The blond glared and tsked in annoyance.
“Whatever Shitty Hair, it was just a fluke,” he grumbled as he reached for his mug of hot chocolate. He picked it up and frowned looking at his red ceramic cup.
“Red…My hot chocolate…”
The redhead hummed his acknowledgment as he fiddled with the gaming system.
“Where did it all go? Don’t tell me you DRUNK it.” He continued with a growl.
Kirishima looked from the mug to his friend.
“But, Bakugou, you said I could have a drink…”He said slightly confused at his friend's anger.
Bakugou glared at him, “Yeah a drink, not the whole damn thing!”
Kirishima laughed and rubbed at the back of his neck. “Oops?”
Bakugou rolled his eyes and stood heading for the door.
“Hey, where are you going, Man? Arn’t we gonna play another round?” Kirishima asked as he made a move to follow him.
“To get more hot chocolate, and if you even look at this cup I will blow you to smithereens.”
The redhead laughed, “I said oops, but fine I will make my own this time.”
As the two teens walked down the hallway Bakgou stopped and took a deep breath. “Hey, do you smell that?” He asked.
Kirishima raised an eyebrow but sniffed anyway. The smell of burning filled his nose.
The two looked at one another before running towards the kitchen. They stopped at the doorway looking at the scene, trying to understand what they were witnessing.
A small flame roared from the oven. Izuku was fumbling with the fire extinguisher trying to get it to work. Iida was shouting instructions to Izuku, trying to help the boy, but just causing him to fumble more in nerves. Finally, Uraraka was panicking and got water to pour on the flames.
Bakugou’s eyes widen. “Fucking STOP!”
As if under a spell the three panicking kids froze. Bakugou stomped to Uraraka and snatched the cup of water from her hands. Then he drank it before putting the cup on the counter. He then marched over to Izuku and Iida. With a glare, he tanked the fire extinguisher from the green-eyed boy and then proceeded to shove him out of the way.
He turned to the fire, and pulled the pin of the extinguisher, before putting the fire out. Once the flame was no more he turned back to the three who were now slightly huddled together.
“What the actual Fuck?” He hissed out small explosions going off in his unoccupied palm. “Round Face! You do NOT put water on any type of grease fire! Glasses yelling helps no one. DEKU!”
The green-eyed boy flinched.
“Keep your fucking head next time! I know, you know, how these fucking things work. Auntie Inko quizzed us on them up until middle school.” The angry blond barked out, as he put the extinguisher away making a mental note to tell a teacher they’d need a new…If the Rat didn’t already know. He started to clean up the mess of an oven.
Izuku fiddled with the sleeves of his Christmas sweater nervously. “Sorry, Kacchan…”
“What were you all doing anyways?” Kirishima asked as he walked in examining the damage.
“Oh! We were making Christmas cookies, but…” Uraraka said as she looked at the plate on the counter that held burnt, and crumbled cookies next to all the items to decorate said cookies.
“We seem to be bad at this activity…”Iida finished for his embarrassed friend, pushing his glasses up slightly.
Bakugou tsked as he finished cleaning, “How the hell do you mess up cookies? Come on Kirishima, let’s finish our game.” The explosive blond headed to the door, no longer wanting his drink. He stopped when he noticed his friend wasn’t following him.
Turning he looked back at the other boy. Kirishima looked sheepish and was rubbing at the back of his neck nervously.
“I…ah…sort of wanna make cookies too? It seems fun, and stuff…” the redhead said as he looked back at the other three who were messy from the attempt at baking.
Bakugou scoffed. “Whatever, but only because I don’t trust you four idiots not to burn down the dorm.”
Not long after that, the four were staring at the plate of perfectly made cookies on the counter.
“Wow! Who knew Bakugou was such a great baker.” Uraraka stated as she swiped a cookie for herself.
Iida nodded in agreement, “It’s true, such a shocking talent for our explosive and brash classmate.”
Kirishima snickered at all the underhanded compliments, as he ate his own cookies.
Bakugou growled under his breath annoyed, but started to make more cookies with the leftover dough.
“Kacchan has always been the best at this type of stuff!” Izuku started, “I remember when we were youn-”
The freckled boy was cut off when a ball of dough hit him in the face.
“Not another word Deku!” He shouted a slight blush dusting across his cheeks.
“Oh~ What’s this? Embarrassing childhood memories?” Kirishima asked his interest peeked.
“I wanna hear!” Uraraka added, also interested.
“Like hell, you will,” Bakugou said as he threw another ball of dough.
The gooey treat hit Kirishima in the forehead some of it sticking into his hair. It was quiet for a moment the air tense, when Kirishima grinned mischievously.
“You know what this means right?” HE asked the still quiet room.
Iida frowned, “Please don’t…”
With a deep breath, Kirishima bellowed out, “FOOD FIGHT!”
Soon food was flying everywhere, tables were flipped over, and was being used as cover.
Laughter was loud and happy.
They were having so much fun they didn’t see a figure walk into the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” A dry, and tired voice asked,
The kids froze and turned towards the doorway.
Standing there annoyed was Aizawa.
“I’ll give you all less than thirty minutes to clean this mess up, or you’ll be grounded…”
He turned to leave but stopped at the plate of cookies that were still on the counter. With one look at the still-frozen kids, he grabbed the plate and walked out.
Once in the hallway, he bit into one of the stolen cookies.
‘Not bad.’ he thought as he heard Bakugou complain, and blamed the whole mess on Izuku.
He chuckled slightly as his lips twitched as if wanting to smile, and a fond thought crossed his mind.
‘Marry Chrismas, you problem students.’