My Hero Academia: EMTs

Hotaru's Mini Adventures: Hotaru's Baking class

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Hotaruuuu's- mini adventures!

I sigh while watching the TV. Bakugo yells at me from the dorm kitchen, "What are you frying your brain on now, imp?"

"Just a cartoon... thinking of turning it off..." I say as I put my cheek on my fist.

"Be your first good idea all day."

Jerk is Bakugo's default setting, so by this point, I don't even acknowledge it. I figure you either put up with it or hate the guy, and- honestly, he's helped me a ton, so I don't wanna hate him. "It's one of those mini-episodes that's impossible to place in the timeline, but the writer will insist that it actually happened. I just know it."

Bakugo walks into the living area and stands behind my chair. "Yeah, I hate those episodes. Course, it's better than a clip show."

"Oh, those are the WORST!"

"Dude- we're in the 1A dorms. You HATE 1A. Stop following me!" I hear Henry demand as he walks in.

"Who says you're permitted to be here any more than I am?" I hear Monoma behind him.

The preteen and his older "friend" walk into the small communal area as Bakugo stands up straight. "The twerp is fine, he's friends with Hotes, and I don't think he's even involved in our mutual training bouts- YOU, Monoma..."

"Oh?" the blonde from 1B says, getting a cocky grin on his face. "Go ahead, tough guy, make me leave." Bakugo takes a swing, requiring no further invitation, which Monoma just slaps aside with timing and smoothness that would impress my dad. "Ohohoho- I never made it to the combat section of the festival- you wanna find out right here how it would have gone if I did?" Monoma holds his hands behind his back with a smirk as if he's not even slightly afraid of Bakugo.

"Seriously- go back to your dorm, Monoma," Henry interrupts.

Monoma folds his arms and looks down at Henry. "You fell from the third-story bleachers onto your shoulder, and you keep walking around like nothing happened."

"Nothing DID happen!" Henry snaps. "That's how my power works, dummy. My copies don't share damage."

"You say that, but how many people have watched you to ensure no side effects?" Monoma asks Henry. "You're brave, and that's good, but I think you've kinda had to be and- well, that's not so good."

"I'll be fine. I'll speak up if there's a problem," Henry says, not seeming all that worried himself, but now that Monoma says it, I'm kinda nervous. What if his power DOES have a side effect?

"I didn't come here for Monoma's paranoia,"

"Well, then, why?" I ask.

"I... well, I want to learn to bake, and when I ask the older kids, I keep getting laughed at. The teachers say they don't have time, but there's no oven in the family room, so..."

"Wait a minute, you don't even know how to bake? Like in an oven?" Bakugo raises an eyebrow, "It's not hard to figure out. What, do you want one of those pizzas? Just read the box, dummy."

Henry clenches his teeth, "I can read a box, jerk. I mean for stuff like cookies... I was trying to make something nice for my family in the dorm kitchen, and I kept burning them... I hoped Hotaru could be nice and show me what I'm doing wrong..."

"Isn't that sweet?" Monoma suddenly says. He even struggles to be nice to his family just because. Ours is better than yours, Bakugo. " He folds his arms and smirks, looking approvingly at Henry, who raises an eyebrow back.