Hes mine (Discontinued)

25

We had signed up for all three of the tournaments. The first day was dedicated to the Individual Slave Competition. The second day was dedicated to the Individual Master Competition. The third day would be the Team Competition.

"ALL RIGHTY, EVERYONE!-!-! HOW WAS THAT FIRST TEST, HUH?!-!-!" the announcer roared, and everyone cheered. "NOW ARE YOU READY FOR THE FIRST ONE OF THE INDIVIDUAL SLAVE COMPETITION?!-!-! THIS YEAR'S CHORE CONTEST IS...!-!-! C-O-O-K, COOKING!-!-!-!-!-!-!" The crowd roared. I gulped.

Will Todoroki-kun be okay...?

I glanced beside Kacchan, where Todoroki-kun stood.

(I hope I do well, too...)

"For this round, five slaves will battle it out in their attempt to get the most points!-!-!"

One out of five?!-!-! Those aren't good odds!-!-!

"Midoriya, are you all right? You look pale..." Todoroki-kun commented, to which he earned a glare from Kacchan. I didn't respond since I couldn't. (I'd be in trouble if I did...)

"The groups are made by the last name of the slave! The slaves will all make the same thing, but they will only be told what it is that they're making a minute before they begin!-! They will be offered any ingredients they wish, but they can only use three, excluding spices!-!"

I gulped.

O...Only three... I-I hope it's not... too difficult... of a dish to do with very few ingredients...!-!

"AND NOW, IZUKU MIDORIYA, KAZU TORIBE, HAJIMO KURUTE, ABIROTO KAORITO, AND HASURI TORIKE!-!-!-!-!"

Tha-That's me-!-!-!

I gulped one last time and prayed as I walked out on the stage, tying my apron on.

Once we were all in a line in front of the stage, the announcer declared, "Okay, the thing you are to make is~~~~~!-!-! A vegetable stir-fry!-!-! Now, keep in mind that the judges today are your very own Masters!-!-!" My eyes bulged at that. I looked at Kacchan, who was down at the judge's table with Todoroki-kun sitting on the floor beside him. Todoroki-kun had a blindfold and headphones on (probably to prevent him from knowing what he'll be making...). "Your Masters will judge you on a score of one to ten, with ten being the best!-! The results will be posted on the board after all of the groups have gone!"

There must be some kind of quirk that's blocking this noise from reaching those backstage...

"Now. Once this timer rings," he held up a device, "You may grab your ingredients and run to the station with your name tag!-!" I gulped once more, my body shaking with the urge to get started.

(Todoroki-kun won't do well with this... He has no idea of Kacchan's tastes!-!-!)

{Deku is muttering now, by the way.}

A vegetable stir-fry, a vegetable stir-fry... I'll grab some Carolina reaper, Trinidad Moruga scorpion, and 7 Pot Douglah, along with plenty of spices!-! {Thank you, /top-10-worlds-hottest-peppers/ !-! [Because the world knows, I don't know crud about spicy things.]} Let's see, that's the Carolina reaper; oh, there's some ghost pepper in spice form! There's the Trinidad Moruga scorpion, and there's the 7 Pot Douglah-!

I was shaking violently by the time the timer finally rang, and I ran as fast as I could to the ingredients. I grabbed as many spices as I could, as well as the three latest vegetables that had been ranked the spiciest: Carolina reaper, Trinidad Moruga scorpion, and 7 Pot Douglah.

I ran to my station and hurried to cook. I was already covered in sweat, just from anxiety!-!

(I have to do well; I have to do well; I have to do well-)