'TGIF...' You were so grateful that Friday had come. Besides the Lover's day shenanigans and the whole note business yesterday, it had been an exceptionally boring school week. But nonetheless, you were looking forward to this morning.

You yawned and stretched, approaching the large picturesque window of the student lounge. Sunrise arrived, illuminating the countertops and tile floors, giving them a honey-colored shimmer. You heard the door open behind you.

"Good morning, Izuku."

"Good morning." He approached you with a little Tupperware container and a crooked smile.

"I uh... made you something." He said nervously, shoving the container into your arms.

"Thanks! That's so thoughtful!" You exclaimed, opening the carton seal with a small ploof. A sweet doughy aroma filled your nostrils. You investigated the contents hungrily. "Aw! It's... um..." You paused and pursed your lips. Well... you weren't sure what they were exactly. "What are these?" You asked him.

"Huh? They're muffins." He said with doe-eyed innocence, surprised you didn't recognize them.

"Oh. I thought maybe they were no-bake cookies or something." You replied. He peered into the box to double-check.

"GWAH?! What happened?! They're flat!" He yelped frantically.

"Are they not supposed to be flat?"

"No! They're muffins!"

"So they're muffins that look like cookies. They're cuffins." You said with a dorky smile.

"Something must have went wrong." He added fretfully.

"It's ok. Probably just not enough of whatever makes them fluffy. I'm sure they still taste good." You picked up one of the cookie-muffins. The texture was dry and crumbly and the color was dark. They must be chocolate. Your favorite! Midoriya waited in anticipation with his fingertips pressed together, watching you take a generously large bite. 'Oh no... They're just as bad as they look!' The texture was parched with a hint of staleness and chocolate, but all of that was drowned out by the overwhelming burnt flavor. You didn't have time to hide your reaction before- "Oh gosh! You hate it!" Midoriya cried, clamping his hands over his mouth. "No, no! They're fine!" You lied, certain your contorted face was making your deceit even less convincing.

"I'm so sorry! I'll make it up to you, I promise!" He shouted, bending over in a bow.

You used this brief opportunity to quickly spit out the cuffin into your hand. 'You could make it up to me right now with a glass of milk or something...'

"You don't have to do that. You were just trying to be nice. I'm not mad at you."

He looked up, a little relieved. "You sure?" You nodded to reassure him.

"What recipe did you use?" You asked out of curiosity.

"Oh. Just something I found online. Here." He pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it over. You examined the ingredients and realized what was missing.

"Izuku! There are no eggs in this recipe!" You laughed, knowing that was the reason for the dry texture. He stood there for a moment, gazing at you in stupefaction.

"I'm so embarrassed!" He covered his crimson face with his hands, turning away from you. Your whimsical laughter became even harder for you to stifle. You had the mind to cheer him up, but your own sense of humor clobbered you.

"It's not that funny." He moped.

"You're right.... I'm sorry." You said between gargles of laughter. You covered your mouth to muzzle it. His pout began to skew, your contagious laughter overpowering him. Not a moment passed before he joined in, levity filling the room. It was so effortless to enjoy spending time with him. It takes a special kind of person to be able to laugh at his own goof-ups.

Coming down from the frivolity, he let out a sigh. "Okay. Now that we've established I'm a complete idiot, can we please head to class?" He asked. You sympathized, sensing that he was tired of being the butt of the joke.

"Alright." You agreed. "And you're not an idiot, Izuku. Anyone could have made that mistake."

You entered the classroom. A few early-bird students were surrounding Todoroki's desk. "What's going on now?" You asked.

"Look what Todoroki is making!"

You walked to the side of his desk to inspect. He was using his quirk to sculpt a beautiful ice figurine. You forgot about the ice manipulation part of his quirk since you only ever used his heat to warm up your noodles when the cafeteria microwaves were occupied. 'Come to think of it, Todoroki must find me terribly annoying for doing that as often as I do...'

He poured water from a bottle over top of the figure, freezing it in mid air into delicate shapes. Your jaw dropped. "Wow! That's amazing! Look at the dexterity!" You raved fervently. The craftsmanship and precise control of his quirk was impressive. You took a closer look at the doll-sized piece of art. "Oh my gosh! It's Momo!" You exclaimed, recognizing the features.

"Indeed." He replied, still hyper-focused on his impeccable work.

"Now how's a guy supposed to compete with that?!" Kaminari whined, clearly bitter. "Good question." You muttered, trying not to sound too discouraging. But there was no doubt he had definitely lost this one to Todoroki.

"Now we see the wickedly talented Todoroki in his natural habitat." You said, mocking a nature documentary. "Watch how he behaves to capture his mate-"

"Please stop what you're doing." He deadpanned coldly, shutting down your playful banter. Kirishima snorted and Midoriya fought back a smile. 'Yeah. Todoroki totally hates me.' You chuckled to yourself.

At that moment, Momo strolled into the room. Every eye looked up to her, eagerly awaiting her reaction to perhaps the coolest gift you had ever seen.

"...What?" She looked around, disturbed by all of the stares. You all went to speak up at once, but Todoroki was already at the front of the classroom to greet her. "For my lady." He said in an old-fashioned way, handing her the gift. She eyed the tiny figurine in astonishment. "Is this an ice sculpture of me?!" She gawked.

"Yes." He answered solemnly. "Because you could melt the heart of any man."

You let out a tiny high-pitched squeal. Momo just stood there blushing with a dopey expression.

"Th- Thank you!" She squeaked. "I'm going to go put this in the freezer so I can take it home with me!" With that, she dashed out of the room, leaving Todoroki awkwardly standing alone, wondering whether that encounter had gone well or not.

"What a neat gift!" You giggled. "I love this holiday!"

You sat down in your chair next to Asui. She opened her desk to also find a gift. A little purple box. "Aw! Su! You got one too?" You cooed happily. Midoriya turned around to see.

"There's no signature." She stated, untying the ribbon. She lifted out a pink and green shirt with toads on it. She held it up so you could read the words.

"Toad-ally cool." You laughed. "That's so clever!"

She stood up, holding it up to her body to check the size. "Uh..." You noticed something off about it, making you tilt your head.

"Wow... This is really low cut," she said, figuring it out first. You narrowed your eyes, immediately knowing who sent the gift.

"Alright, fess up, Mineta. We all know this was from you." You hollered to the back of the room, calling him out lightheartedly. "Yep. I sent it." He admitted with a triumphant smile. "What can I say? I like to keep the ladies looking pretty."

"Hey, everyone! Someone left cookies in the student lounge!" Momo arrived back in the room holding a familiar Tupperware container. You heard a little peep from beside you. You glanced over, meeting Midoriya's petrified eyes.

"Wait... uh..." You paused. "Those are..." You wanted to object but weren't sure what to say. Izuku looked as speechless as you. Momo began to pass them out to your classmates. Bakugou strolled in, swiftly removing one from the box and taking the first bite. "What the hell is this?!" He spat. A collection of disgusted noises and remarks followed from the other classmates.

"Who made this shit?!" Bakugou demanded. You couldn't very well let Midoriya take the blame for this one. Of course it had to be Bakugou who was offended by the cookie-muffins.

"It was me." You fibbed. "I was just experimenting in the kitchen this morning. I didn't mean for anyone to eat them."

"What happened?" Kaminari asked. "Did you get in a fight with the oven and lose?"

"I didn't know taste buds could hurt." You heard someone else say.

"We love ya, F/N, but these are pretty bad." Kirishima said, being a little more thoughtful of your feelings. You nodded, accepting the criticism you didn't deserve.

"The worst." Bakugou piled on. "I could cook circles around you." He crowed.

"Well then, you'll make a much better housewife than me someday, Kacchan." You snickered, taking the cuffin out of his hand. He glared at you, ready to snap back-

"Everyone sit down. We're already starting late as it is." Aizawa began, stopping the shenanigans. You sighed, sitting back in your seat. 'Perfect timing. Thanks, teach.'