Sometimes They Yell Back || Trans Bakugou AU

Chapter 3

     "Bakugou, you're joining us?" Mina smiled at me while holding an apron out towards me. I thought Momo was giving the aprons out, guess it's both of them. 

     "I'm gonna be the best damn cook you've ever seen!" I snatched the apron out of her hand. I didn't really wanna be doing this, I wanted to go and lay down. 

      "Alright, everyone! Welcome to 1-A's courageous cook-off! I, Uraraka am your host and also one of the judges! Another judge I have with me is none other than Mina! And finally, today we have guest judge, Momo! With her refined taste and opinion on presentation, she could be hard to please!"

     She's so loud. Why is she so loud, what is even happening? I don't want to do this, I want to sleep. I can tell that Momo didn't really like what she said about her just by the face she made after Ochako said it. Patronizing, really. They're all so loud, and annoying. I want them to shut up. "Oi, round face, shut up and get on with it. What are we cooking?" 

     "Today you are going to be cooking," she paused for a moment and Mina started pounding her fists on the table for a drum roll. "An omelette! You can do whatever you'd like with it, make it however you want, but it has to be an omelette!" She did that dumb smile she always does, it's not as dumb as the ones she does towards Deku, but it still makes her look like an idiot. God damn, have some class if you're going to force us into this. 

     She moved us all to different areas of the kitchen and started a timer for us to begin cooking. I didn't have any real motivation for this. I don't want to be the best, I don't want to win, I don't want to do this at all. I got out my eggs and set them on the counter. What should I even make with it? They know I like spicy food, but I don't know if that would be good for the judges. None of them seem like the type to have a high heat tolerance. I could do mild eggs and then add a sauce or a side? That's probably a safer bet. 

     I started making the omelette, and got basic things to have as filling like onion, tomato, basil, avocado, garlic, and other seasonings. My dad used to make omelettes all the time, and this is usually how he made them. He tried making one with mushrooms at some point, but I'm pretty sure my 5 year old temper tantrum told him not to do that again. While that was cooking I got some peppers, vinegar, onions, garlic, carrots, water, lime, salt, and any other seasonings I thought smelled good. My mother was the one that made hot sauce. She'd put it on everything too, and it was pretty damn good. I almost miss that. 

      It's getting really hard to breathe. Scratch that, I can't breathe at all. It's alright, if I drink some water and finish up, I'll be fine. I finish the omelette, plate it, and put the sauce into a small side bowl. I tried at least somewhat to make the presentation nice. I walked over to the sink and drank a few glasses of water.  I felt someone tap on my shoulder, and I could already tell that it was Deku. He knows not to startle me, so he lightly taps on my shoulder. I turned around and glare at him the way I usually do. 

     "Kacchan, you look tired, you should go and rest." He gave me the same concerned look he always gives me. I hate it, just shut up and stop pitying me. Don't tell me what to do.

     "Shut up and don't tell me what to do nerd. Go back to your fucking omelette." I don't even know if he was participating, I don't know who is at all. I do want to rest though. I really want to rest. I'm in so much pain. I want to take this damn thing off and sleep. 

     One day I won't have to wear a binder. I've been trying to scrape some money together, but I don't think I have nearly enough. I have about $1000 right now, and I believe I'm going to need at least $8000 for a good procedure. I don't know anything about the medical field though, and I won't pretend to. I can do first aid and that's about it. I already have to pay for my testosterone though, and that takes quite a bit by itself. I've been on testosterone for about a year and a half now, and I'm just glad it's working. I don't know what I expected, I just know that my voice is deeper and my body type has changed a bit. I don't think I've been on it long enough for full results, but I'm fairly happy with how it's going currently. I'm also glad my mother didn't try to slaughter me when she found out. 

     "Bakugou?" I heard Momo call for me and I was shoved back into real life. I turned to her and waited for her to continue speaking. "It's your turn, what did you make?" Uraraka and Mina both smiled as they waited for me to start talking. Momo looked a bit concerned but I presume she shook it off as she then smiled as well. 

     "I made a basic omelette and a sauce that you can put on it, and it's gonna be the damn best thing you've eaten all day." I tried to add energy behind what I was saying, and I have no idea if it worked. I am so tired and I can't really think straight, so I have to hope they can't tell. I gave them the plate and they split it amongst themselves. Their reactions weren't really telling at first. I thought that what I made was pretty good, maybe it was too bland? Once they put the sauce on it I could tell that it was too hot. I almost started laughing at them too. Mina was acting like she could breathe fire and Ochako was trying her best to pretend it was fine. Momo had a much less violent reaction but you could tell that she wasn't having it either. Guess I put too many peppers in. Mina drank a glass and a half of milk before composing herself a bit more. 

     "I'd say.. six out of ten." Of course Mina didn't like it, I definitely should have made something a bit sweeter. Why are they going out of ten too? Are they gonna even talk about it or just give me numbers? Uraraka straightened up as well. 

     "Really? I would have at least said eight. It was fluffy and had a good texture, and the sauce had a balanced flavour." Shut up Ochako, you're not some food connoisseur, you don't know what you're talking about. 

     "It was too spicy!" Mina pick up a half empty glass of milk and drinks the rest of it. It's supposed to be spicy, dumbass. She annoys me so much sometimes, she's not the worst in the class though. I'd arguably say Uraraka is worse than her. 

     "I don't think it was that bad," Momo also downs a glass of milk and I can tell it was to hot for her too. At least she's trying. "I'll go seven out of ten." She smiles at me and I involuntarily roll my eyes and shove my hands in my pockets. 

     "Tch, whatever, I'm gonna go to my room." I walked out and didn't bother looking back at them for a response. I'm glad the day is finally over.

     As soon as I got into my room, I locked the door and headed straight for the bathroom. Once I was in I took my off my shirt, and my binder after. I threw on a shirt, I didn't care enough to throw on a sports bra, and then I went to my bed. Finally. I don't care what time it is, I'm not waking up until the morning. I wasn't totally upset with how today went though. It was a little longer than usual, but I have to deal with that sometimes. The class is always doing something dumb. They never take a break from it. I felt myself falling asleep and I was glad to let that happen. I don't want to be awake until tomorrow. Tomorrow will be better.