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28(oneshot)

"Eijirou, I promise, neither of them hate you."

"You don't know that, though! Your dad was so quiet the whole time, and your mom was so loud, and-"

The blonde rolled his eyes and leaned against the counter. "Fine, if you want to go through with this, be my guest. I'm helping though, don't need you burning the dorms down."

Eijirou sighed in relief. "Thanks, really. I've never been good at following recipes, 'cause most of the time it's like, really, that much butter? , even though obviously the recipe knows better than I do. Just, really? Two sticks? That seems like a lot, right?"

Katsuki hummed in agreement while he bent down and opened cabinets, pulling out three cookie sheets, a couple of bowls, and various measuring utensils. "Yeah, but you get a lot out of it, so it makes more sense that way. Preheat the oven, will you?"

Eijirou shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, I guess. Just still seems like too much," he said as he walked to the oven, setting it to 180 degrees celsius. "So, what now?"

Katsuki pulled out a stand mixer, and led his boyfriend by the arm. "All right, you mix together the dry ingredients, and I'll use the mixer here, because last time you got scared," Katsuki chuckled at Eijirou's attempt at hitting him in the bicep.

"Shut up, dude, it was loud!"

"And all the flour flew all over, Ei. Aizawa banned us from the kitchen for a week."

"Katsukiii..." Eijirou whined, stepping away from his partner so he could start mixing together the flour, baking powder, and salt. "So mean to me. Meanest boyfriend ever."

Katsuki smirked as he put a bowl into place and plugged the stand mixer in. "Yeah, and I have the dumbest boyfriend ever, so I'd call it even."

"One more comment and I'm dumping this on your head, dude," Eijirou said, laughing as he saw his boyfriend roll his eyes. "God, why am I dating you?"

"I'm fucking irresistable, obviously," Katsuki muttered, holding onto the stand mixer as he cracked an egg singlehandedly. "You see what Round Face ended up with? You're lucky."

" Who , not what . Besides, stop boosting your own ego while cracking an egg with one hand, that's just worse," The redhead said, reaching for a paper towel to put his whisk down on. "Can we mix these together, now?"

"Impatient, Ei, but yeah, bring your stuff here." As Eijirou walked over, Katsuki poured the dry ingredients to combine with his own mix, turning the stand mixer on while turning to look at the other. He was wearing an old Crimson Riot t-shirt, hanging loose on his shoulders from years of wear. His hair was up in a bandana to keep the hair out of his eyes, and he was looking at Katsuki with a certain look in his eyes.

"You're really nice to look at, you know that? Like, dude, it's so unfair. You're smart, and talented, and could be a model, and powerful, and yet, you're such a bitch."