"This is heaven." Kamikiri joked, stuffing his face again.
"Is it? It's too spicy for my taste. Is there any coffee?" Monoma dismissed dabbing a napkin on his tongue.
"Pft, weak *ss." Katsuki chuckled, sliding a glass of milk to the astonished lieutenant. Not bothering to look back, he sat near his mother, casually licking the chili powder off her fingers.
"I'm not weak! I prefer bitter foods over spicy, okay." Monoma defended, turning to his seatmate with a smile.
"Don't you agree, Alisha-san?"
"...Alisha-san?" Monoma called out, facing the teen who was slowly turning red by the second. The girl who had just confessed her feelings for not more than a few hours, hoarsely cried for some water.
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"Okay, so it's decided that Bakugou isn't allowed in the kitchen anymore, right?" Mina mused, glancing between all the food victims- those who didn't expect the food to be so spicy.
"It's a hard choice, it does taste good, maybe if we intervene just before he adds the pepper?" Sato voiced, currently downing a carton of milk.
"Hard pass bro, he'd just get pissed that you forced him out of the kitchen before he finished." Kirishima sighed, taking another bite of the spicy hotpot.
"Yeah! It might not look like it, but he is very passionate about cooking!" Kaminari praised, eating the safe ice cream Lunchrush had prepared.
"We got a new addition. Seems that she thought she would be able to 'handle it'." Monoma sighed dragging something behind him.
"Alisha-san?"
"Water, cold... water-"
After coughing out the budding heat inside of her she noticed Neito got a (weak) side punch from Komori.
"You dragged her all the way here and didn't give her anything to drink? Shroom! Shame!"
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"... won't it be better to just ask him to tone down the spiciness? Kero? He did so for Eri, and that was because she asked him, unlike you guys." Tsu bluntly stated, tilting her head slightly as she returned to those who were sensible enough to ask Lunchrush to make something for them.
'Harsh...'
"Guys she has a point, you don't have to force yourself if it doesn't sit right with your body." A greenette purred, happily taking the honors of eating the excess Bakugou's dishes.
"Midoriya, you should be the last person to say that."
"..."
Brown eyes quietly observed the joyful atmosphere around her. It felt odd. Her fingers pressed into her swollen eye, that still felt puffed from when she bawled out in the lobby.
"Ah-" Her face flushed, although it was hard to see. Shaking repeatedly to not relive those embarrassing moments. Alisha was now sober.
"Alisha-san are you okay?" Kirishima called out, resting a comforting hand on the flustered teen's shoulder.
"Mmm." She dismissed with a sincere smile.
Although she was thankful that no one held any malice towards her, the way she handled the stress was just embarrassing on her end.
Wasn't it?
"Guys? I have something to say..." She announced as all eyes, that were in the kitchen, fell upon her next words.
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"That bath was exactly what I needed." Mirko sighed in content, rotating her shoulder. Once in a while there was an audible pop. Which she was more than happy to hear. Tiny droplets of water fled from her head and splashed onto the half carpeted floor. Leaving a small trail in her wake. This didn't go unnoticed by her feathered friend as he casually dropped a towel on her head.
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Reacting to U.A's CIVIL WAR & BOUND
Fanfiction"Hello everyone." A voice echoed. It wasn't Japanese, but somehow they all understood her. Which was why their attention was grabbed as their heads turned toward the unfamiliar voice. And likely the person responsible for their sudden appearance. ...
