Someone's in the Kitchen with Skyline

When Mashiro Ojiro opened the door, he had already known the redhead unable to cross her arms angrily on the other side of it was going to murder him. So naturally, he had thought ahead and brought his favorite back up.

"Hitoshi!" Star gasped, breaking into a smile. "Do you guys have the day off as well?"

"Mhm, I suppose the misfortunes of Class 1-A are good for something after all." Hitoshi responded tiredly from behind Mashirao, both of them still sweating from their martial arts training. They had been training together everyday since after the entrance exams, spending most of their time together.

Star seemed to be weighing if she was going to attack Mashirao still or let him off the hook for bringing Hitoshi along, before she apparently decided on the latter, moving aside so they could come in.

As they sat tiredly on the couch, Star rushed to the kitchen, bringing them back cups of water. Mashirao smiled at her thankfully before taking a sip. He immediately spit it out, horrified, and Hitsohi looked at him in confusion as he drank his own water.

"This is vodka!" Mashirao gasped, scrunching up his face. Hitoshi started chuckling, and Star wore a comical expression on her face as she hurried over to take the glass from him.

"Oopsie, that one must be mine then!" She grinned sheepishly as she took a sip. Mashirao couldn't for the life of him tell if she had done it on purpose to get revenge on him for making her cook lunch. He wished he had her quirk sometimes, it would make understanding her behavior much easier. Mashirao eyed the next glass she handed him wearily, sniffing it. It seemed clean, so he carefully took a sip, relieved to find it was indeed water this time.

"So, what is the queen of the kitchen cooking for us this time?" Hitoshi asked wearily, eyeing the cup she was sipping from. Mashirao couldn't help but relate, also remembering the last time she had cooked for them while drunk.

"Oh hush, that was once." Star huffed, turning away from them both. One time too many, Mashirao thought to himself. With that much hard liquor, he knew his thoughts were safe.

"I didn't say a word." Hitoshi smirked, leaning back into the couch and closing his eyes.

"You didn't have to and you know it!" She whined in response, Hitoshi missing the tongue she stuck out at him from the kitchen as his eyes remained closed. "I've been making noodles anyway, since I can't move my arm much!"

Mashirao nodded carefully. That seemed safe. He was worried he would regret asking her to cook, but he had hoped it would help get everyone's mind off what had happened yesterday, especially Star's. That, and he was hungry. "Okay, well, let us know if you need any help."

"Got it!" Star grinned, attempting to reach a cabinet. Hitoshi's eyes had opened again, and were also cautiously narrowed on the drunken girl.

"Literally anything at all." Hitoshi tiredly hinted as they watched her.

"Yup!" She nodded, trying to climb onto the counter. They were so absorbed that they didn't notice anyone else had walked in until a voice spoke up.

"Who the hell is this extra?"

Mashirao started, turning around to see Kirishima, Ashido, and Bakugo walking into the living room.

"Don't go calling people extras, Bakubro. Super unmanly." Kirishima scolded, shaking his head. "Hey man, I'm Kirish-"

"I'm Mina Ashido! It's so totally awesome to meet you! You're Ojiro and Olivia's friend right? I see you all the time with them at lunch! So awesome you're coming over again!" Ashido squealed, waving her hands around excitedly. Hitoshi shot Mashirao a look that he didn't need a mind reading quirk to understand. Mashirao looked at him wearily in response, and Hitoshi sighed, turning back to Ashido who was still talking.

"Shinso." Hitoshi simply said, giving her a tired nod. Mashirao looked at him exasperatedly. If Hitoshi's goal was to transfer into their class, it wouldn't kill the guy to make a friend or two.

"Tch, whatever." Bakugo rolled his eyes, obviously not listening as he walked into the kitchen.

"I'm Kirishima, nice to meet you man! Don't mind Bakugo, he's always like that." Kirishima said nervously, scratching the back off his neck as he sat down on the couch across from them. Ashido followed suit, sitting on the ground and leaning her back against Kirishima's legs.

"So! Do you boys wanna play some-"

Ashido's question was cut off by a sudden shout from the kitchen.

"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU CATCH A LEMON ON FIRE, FRECKLES?!" Bakugo's loud voice boomed over them.

Kirishima and Ashido scrambled up from their seats, quickly running over to the kitchen to watch. Mashirao and Hitoshi exchanged a weary look as they slowly got up as well, almost not wanting to see what had happened this time.

"I only microwaved it for 40 minutes!" Star complained. When Mashirao and Hitoshi reached the kitchen, there was indeed a burnt lemon in the sink. There was also a very angry Bakugo towering over a very flushed Star.

"Why the hell would you microwave a lemon?!" He growled.

"Momo said once that boiling a lemon helps cover up bad smells! I was trying to get rid of the burnt orange smell, but I couldn't reach any of the pots!" Star snapped back, putting her hands on her hips.

Bakugo looked at her incredulously, "How the hell did you burn an orange too?!"

"By thinking it was a lemon and microwaving it to cover up the first burning smell, duh."

"...What. Other. Smell."

"Oh, I microwaved the noodles but forgot to put the water in first, so those ended up burn-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE KITCHEN!!!" Bakago roared, hands crackling as his face turned red. Star let out a frightened 'eep!' and ducked behind Ashido and Kirishima, poking her head out from behind them hesitantly. "WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?!"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Spikes." Star stuck her bottom lip out stubbornly.

"It's the glass of 'water' on the counter she tried to climb earlier, next to the stove." Hitoshi tiredly answered, rubbing his temples as he sat back down on the couch.

"I wasn't talking to you, you damn extra!" Bakugo spat, but he still went to where Hitoshi had mentioned and picked up the glass, smelling it. His nose wrinkled and he immediately poured it out into the sink, ignoring Star's cry of horror. She turned to glare at Hitoshi, mouthing 'traitor'. He just smirked in response before closing his eyes again.

"That's it, show me your damn closet." Bakugo snapped at Star, stalking towards her. Mashirao felt a little guilty, he shouldn't have let the class see her room. The rumor had obviously spread.

Kirishima put up his hands, trying to deescalate the situation. "Hey man, maybe we should go train or something, let off some steam-"

"Out of my way, Shitty Hair!" He yelled, pushing past him.

"Mashirao! Hitoshi!" She looked at them pleadingly.

"Er…" Mashirao nervously replied, looking to Hitoshi for help. To his surprise, Hitoshi had a fascinated smirk on his lips as he watched Bakugo and Star interact. Apparently he had opened his eyes again.

"Mmm... Mashirao and I are going to go buy some food then…" Hitoshi said to Star, unapologetically, before turning to Bakugo, "Just don't throw it all away, Hot-Shot. She needs to have some access to it, school's orders." Hitoshi added, waving his hand over his shoulder as he walked out the door. Mashiro shot Star an apologetic look and ran after Hitoshi, catching up.

"So that's the famous Bakugo, huh?" Hitoshi asked, walking with his hands casually in his pockets.

Mashiro nodded, unsure where this was going. "Why are we letting him raid her mini bar, exactly?"

"Mm… Maybe we can get two birds with one stone here." Hitoshi said thoughtfully. He lazily turned his gaze to Mashiro as they walked down the path, "Neither of us have it in us to try to wane Olivia from her reliance on alcohol, we've tried. That's why we brought up UA to her in the first place."

Mashirao winced, "It's hard to see her suffer without it. It's equally as hard to see her suffer because of it." He looked down, putting his hands in his pockets as well. "It was the reason she got hurt at the USJ, you know… She wasn't able to handle that many minds so close to her. The alcohol dulled it so it was manageable, but she wasn't able to see the attack coming because of it. Nor was she able to react in time."

Hitoshi hummed, "Then we let the Hot-Shot help her. He obviously has a weak spot for her. He wouldn't be wasting his time on someone weaker than him if he didnt." Hitoshi shrugged.

Mashiro didn't deny it, thinking back to what the huddled group had been whispering about earlier. "What is it with your class and collecting rumors about us?" He said instead, shaking his head.

"What can I say, you guys are famous now. You're the class that faced villains, and lived." Hitoshi shook his head bitterly.

"So did you, Hitoshi." Mashirao reminded him quietly.

Hitoshi paused, before shaking his head and continuing down the path. "Well, hopefully that counts for something when it comes down to it. Either way, I'll find a way to transfer to a hero course. I'm not training with you for nothing. I'll find a way."

Mashirao smiled, before looking up at the sky. "Good, man. I'll be counting on it."