His Own Lullaby

Kyoka...What now?

As the darkness of the night slowly crept unto half of the world. Inside the second year 2-A hero course student's common room, a majority of the class 2-A were there. Either talking about their spring vacation, or just simply hanging out with each other.

The loud thud of the door being opened, caught their attention. Standing there was the self proclaimed King explosion murder, Katsuki Bakugou, wearing his signature grimace. It may be the same old look that the blonde has ever day, but being classmates for a year now. The class saw that he was the slightest bit more pissed than usual. He held a large bag of what seems like cooking ingredients.

"The old hag told me to cook this for you all, said that it'd be a waste not to share it." He said calmy, it's true that he tones down his attitude a bit more now, but you can't say that he'll control his temper when you push his buttons.

The girls all cheered, already impatient about getting to taste the boy's cooking again. Bakugou walked into the kitchen and spread his ingredients unto the counter. He heated his pans, washed his herbs and vegetables, chopped them all, and started cooking.

All the while the girls and some of the guys tried get a peek of what he was making. But alas, when they almost get a glance of it, Katsuki notices and sets off a small explosion from his unoccupied palm. Which successfully scares them off, it wasn't like he wanted to cook for them, but he also didn't feel bothered by it.

More on he could have said, "My old hag forced me to cook this for you shitty extras, and she said that if I don't do it she'll consider it as a defeat for me." Just to hide the fact that it warms his heart the slightest bit when he sees them enjoy his dish.

But that would only get him another hard smack at the back of his head by his mother herself. The explosive boy is known to hate losing, so even if it's a silly game he'll be sure to give it his all. Unbeknownst to himself and the other, he really did want to treat them, the boy just used her mother as an excuse as to not seem too soft.

And that's exactly what he did, after finishing the last touches on the twenty plates of curry and rice that he set on the counter. Leaving the dishes in the sink for him to wash afterwards he called his classmates.

"Oi, Shitty hair, Dunce face, Soy Sauce, Raccoon eyes, Ears, Deku, Half and Half, Four eyes, Round face, Monkey man, Bird head, Ponytail, Frenchie, Sugar boy, Animal guy, Invisible brat, Frog, Six arms, Small fry. The shits ready, come eat it before it gets fucking cold."

His classmates all went to get their plates thanking him on the way, not fazed by his nicknames anymore.

One by one the plates were emptied, but there was one still untouched on the counter. Bakugou was just about to ask who didn't get a plate, when someone came in.

Fourth year hero course student Togata Motion was sporting his seemingly, permanent infectious smile.

The school added two more years for the students, due to the world being more calm and peaceful than before. They didn't need to rush them to get ready, hence the five years in high school were approved.

"Is Class 2-A student Jiro Kyoka here? Midnight sensei asked me to find her." Lemillion questioned the younger students.

The second years all looked at each other, asking if they saw their fellow classmate, but their answers were the same. When the young fire cracker had put two and two together, his untold question was answered.

And to say that he was annoyed by the long eared girl's absence, was the understatement of the year. He was pissed off to know that she wasn't there, because if she didn't get to taste his cooking then it would be a total fail on his side of the challenge.