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『 ʂҽɾσ ԋαɳƚα 』- ☀︎︎

Sweet As Cheesecake

It was a slow Saturday in the dorms of 1-A Alliance. Small groups of students would study for a while before the drone of repetition got to them and they broke apart. A few were still sleeping in their rooms, taking advantage of the weekend.

You, however, were baking.

Baking wasn't something you did in a regular basis. In 1-A, that was what everyone associated Satou with. However, seeing as your father was a professional chef and your mother was a wedding cake designer, you picked up on a few things.

You were making fluffy Japanese cheesecake, one of your favourites. Your father would bake some whenever you got your report cards back, regardless of the letters on them. It was a tradition in your household, one you intended on keeping once you had a household of your own.

"Whatcha making?"

You stifled a yelp as you jumped out of panic, quickly whirling around.

"My bad, didn't mean to scare ya," chuckled Sero with that signature grin of his in the middle of his face.

You breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Don't worry about it. It was just so quiet before, you know?"

"Yeah! I mean, even Bakugou's quiet. And that's saying something." The two of you shared a laugh, before you turned back around to focus your attention on folding the egg whites into the flour mixture. "So... what are you making?" Sero leaned over your shoulder to watch you work. Given his height and the centimeters he had on you, it was fairly easy.

"Oh, just some cheesecake," you replied with a shrug.

"Huh," Sero remarked, sounding impressed as he slid out one of the stools from underneath the counter and sat down on it, "I didn't know you could bake."

"Most people don't. Satou's the baker, after all. There ain't enough room in this town for both of us," you joked. A trill of pride shot through you at the warm chuckle Sero responded with.

The kitchen was quiet, for you were searching the counters and cupboards for a cheesecake pan whilst Sero was absentmindedly scrolling on his phone. You sighed.

"Sero."

"Hmm?" He looked up.

"Can you... get the pan for me?"

Sero blinked. Then a smirk crawled over his face. He followed your gaze to see the cheesecake pan giving off a smug aura from atop the higher shelves.

Satou was the only other person in 1-A that used the cheesecake pans. If you thought the height difference between you and Sero was big, the one between you and Satou was enormous. He was 185 centimeters. Plus, he had a tendency to leave things were only he could reach them. And that included cheesecake pans.

"Poor baby," he pouted as he got off the stool and crossed the distance between the two of you. Sero patted your head. "Is it too high for your wittle arms to reach?

You groaned. "Just get it down, please! I'll give you the first slice of cheesecake?" you offered as leverage. Sero considered it for a second, finally reaching up and plucking the pan off the shelf with frustrating ease. He set it down in front of you.

"Thank you," you breathed in relief.

"Sure thing. While I'm here, anything else?"

You mulled it over, suddenly perking up. "Oh! You could get me some kisses."

Sero's inky eyes widened and his cheeks flamed. He looked around the kitchen, as if making sure you weren't talking to anyone else. Like Todoroki or Bakugou. Like someone actually attractive. Like someone worth saying that to.