Don’t tell me you ate the brownies..|| Bakusquad

The common room kitchen at the U.A. Heights Alliance dorm was quiet for a late afternoon. Sunlight slanted through the windows, catching dust motes in the air and glinting off the stainless steel appliances.

Izuku Midoriya

pushing the door open —and that’s why I think the new support item regulations could actually benefit students in the long run, if they adjust the liability clause in subsection B…

Shoto Todoroki

following him in, nodding vaguely You’ve read the whole proposal?

Izuku Midoriya

Well, the summary! And the first twenty pages. It’s really dense, but the implications for field studies are—

He stopped talking abruptly, his sentence trailing off as his eyes landed on the kitchen island. There, sitting on a wire cooling rack, was a full tray of brownies. They were dark, fudgy, and cut into neat squares.

Shoto Todoroki

tilting his head Hm.

Izuku Midoriya

Oh, brownies. He steps closer, peering at a small note card propped against the tray. They’re y/n’s. He points at the neatly written name.

Shoto Todoroki

Y/n usually shares. He says it simply, as if stating a fact of nature, and already reaches for one.

Izuku Midoriya

Wait, should we? It has their name on it…

Shoto Todoroki

takes a bite They’re good. He chews thoughtfully. A little… herbal?

Izuku Midoriya

hesitates for a second, then shrugs and picks one up I guess one won’t hurt. We can tell them we had one. He takes a bite. Oh, wow. These are really rich.

They eat in comfortable silence for a moment, standing by the island. Shoto reaches for a second one.

Shoto Todoroki

They’re better than the ones from the convenience store.

Izuku Midoriya

nods, finishing his first and eyeing the tray They really are. He picks up another. Do you think y/n used a special recipe?