My Quirk wants me dead

The Exploding Microwave and Other Kitchen Disasters

So, maybe I spoke too soon about that "peace and quiet" thing.

Mic and I were still sitting at the table, chatting about U.A. and how much of a legend All Might was, when I heard a strange buzzing sound coming from the kitchen. It was faint at first, but it quickly grew louder.

Mic: Little listener, do you hear that noise?"

I turned around, trying to pinpoint the source. Of course I went to check. That's when I noticed it—the microwave. The microwave I hadn't even touched was making some seriously ominous sounds, like it was about to take off or something.

Why is the microwave on? 

I didn't even use it!

Me: Uh, I think something's wrong with the microwave...

Mic was about to say something when suddenly—

BOOM!

The microwave door blasted open, sending sparks and smoke everywhere. I barely had time to react before the glass door shattered, flinging hot, gooey, unidentifiable food remains all over the kitchen. And, of course, all over me.

Great. 

Just great. 

Because getting covered in mystery goo is exactly how I wanted to spend my evening.

Mic immediately stood up, his expression sharp with concern.

Mic: IZUKU , are you hurt? What happened?

Before I could answer, there was another loud crack—this time from above. I looked up just in time to see a water pipe burst, spraying water everywhere. It drenched me from head to toe in a matter of seconds, turning the kitchen into a mini indoor swimming pool.

Because why not add water damage to the list of today's disasters?

I tried to step away from the gushing pipe, but of course, I slipped on the now-slick floor. My feet went out from under me, and I landed flat on my back with a splash, the cold water soaking through my clothes.

This is fine. 

Everything's fine. .....

TOXIC POSITIVITY!

Mic quickly navigated the watery mess, reaching down to help me up with a firm but gentle grip.

Mic: Easy now. Let's get you up. Are you sure you're alright?

Me: Only my pride, mostly.

And maybe my dignity, but that's been taking hits all day.

Mic pulled me to my feet, his grip steady and reassuring despite the chaos around us. He was soaked too, but at least he hadn't taken a microwave blast to the face.

Mic: These things happen sometimes. But you really should be more careful. This could have been much worse.

Me: Yeah... I know....tell me something new

Of all the times for this to happen, why now?

We both stood there for a moment, completely drenched and surrounded by the wreckage of what had once been a perfectly normal kitchen.

Why did this have to happen when I invited a teacher over? 

Of all the times...

I glanced at the microwave, which was now emitting a sad, low hum as it died down, and then up at the broken pipe, which was still spewing water all over the place.

Me: So... coffee and cake was probably a bad idea.

Mic gave a small chuckle, but his tone was gentle, almost fatherly.

Mic: The cake was fine, Midoriya. But maybe it's best if you take it easy for the rest of the night. Let's not tempt fate any further, alright?

Good plan. 

Very good plan.

I nodded, still dripping as I grabbed a towel to at least try and dry off. This day had gone from bad to worse to utterly ridiculous, but at least Mic was being understanding about it.

Mic: You've had quite the day. Make sure to get that pipe looked at first thing tomorrow, okay?

Me: Yeah, I'll, uh... get right on that.

As I walked Mic to the door, trying not to slip again on the soaked floor, I couldn't help but wonder just how much worse things could get. But at least for tonight, it seemed like the universe had decided I'd had enough.

Fingers crossed it stays that way, at least until morning.