Caring [Shouto Todoroki x Reader Images]

[3] personal cooker

Meant to post this last month, oops.

"Can you cook this too?" You ask your boyfriend, Todoroki, and hand him a tray of uncooked cookies.

"(y/n)-"

"Ooh! Can you freeze this?" You hand him a popsicle stick and some strawberry juice.

"Wait (y/n)-"

"Can you warm up my soup, it's cold now." You hand him a bowl of soup. Todoroki sighs in defeat. He heats up your bowl of soup. When that was done, you place the popsicle stick in his hand and pour the juice over it. Todoroki freezes the juice, turning it into an ice popsicle. Then he holds the cookie tray and starts baking the cookies.

"Make sure it's at 350° Shouto." You remind him.

"...am I at 350°?" He asks you. You grab a thermometer and place it on arm.

"Shouto you're too hot! You'll burn the cookies!" Todoroki starts to cool himself down, although he is still confused about why he's doing this.

"A little lower-wait! Too low. Higher, higher, lower, higher, lower—wait! Right there!" You place the thermometer down. Todoroki sighs. You frown at him.

"C'mon Shouto! Have some fun!" You try to lighten the mood. Todoroki pouts. You roll your eyes and peck his cheek.

"I bet you'll make great cookies, after all, you're so sweet!"

"And you're so cheesy."

"Hey!"

—-

"(y/n) they're done." He hands you the freshly baked cookies. "Careful, it's still hot."

"Shouto, can you cool them down?" You ask him. He rolls his eyes, a playful smile across his face. He takes the cookies to his other hand, cooling them down. You take one from the tray.

"Ow hot hot." You mumble. You take a bite.

"Not bad Shouto." You smile.

"But you made the cookies, I just baked them." Todoroki places the cookies onto the counter. He takes a bit out of one.

"Hey this is pretty good." Todoroki takes another bite.

"Right! Todoroki, one more thing," You hand him more ingredients," let's make more food."

Todoroki chuckles. He stands next to you, flicking your forehead with his thumb and index finger.

"Ow! What was that for?" You complain, rubbing your forehead.

"You dork." He smiles, kissing your forehead.

"I don't know what you're talking about, you're the king of dorks." You look up to him, placing your lips on his.