[Team three] measure it out

[alchemicink.livejournal.com]

Another installment of Bakugou and Iida as roommates (at this point, they're getting quite used to living together lol). This one is uh... partially based on true events :P

bnha, maybe almost 500 words(?), g-rated


"It could be improved with some precision," Iida says as he gestures to the tiny mountain of measuring cups and spoons laid out on the kitchen countertop. "Please, I insist."

Bakugou feels his annoyance start to simmer like the pot on the stove.

"I don't need to measure out the ingredients," he sneers. "True cooking is just instinctually knowing how much to add."

Iida frowns and then crosses his arms, a sure sign that he's about to settle in for a debate. "Every recipe needs the perfect balance of ingredients. Even disrupting one ratio can ruin the entire dish." He suddenly pulls a cookbook out of a nearby drawer and holds it in Bakugou's face. "Why do all these recipes have measurements listed if they're not meant to be used?"

Bakugou bats the book away, and it clatters to the floor. "Because recipes are for beginners who don't know shit." He pauses momentarily to stir the contents of the pot, making sure it's not sticking to the bottom. "I'm a fucking professional."

Iida pushes his glasses up his nose. "Last I checked, your license said professional hero, not professional chef."

"Ahh, shut the hell up, I could be a Michelin Star chef if I wanted to."

A laugh slips out of Iida's mouth, easing the tension back to the sort of friendly banter they usually settle into. "If you want to pursue that certification, I will gladly taste test all your dishes."

Bakugou hunches his shoulders over the pot as if to protect it from wandering hands. "Just for that, I'm not sharing any of this." He's just joking, but it's more fun to give Iida a hard time after all the frustrations he puts him through on a daily basis.

"Still though," Iida resumes a bit of his earlier seriousness, "I think you should use the measuring cups anyway."

Bakugou skeptically eyes the absurd number of multicolored plastic cups on the countertop. He has no idea how or why Iida has even collected all of them. The guy clearly needs a hobby or something.

But Bakugou's not ready to concede this battle. Instead, he grabs the bottle of spice he's supposed to add next to the bubbling pot. He's going to prove he can add the right amount without the kind of meticulous measuring Iida likes to do.

He gives Iida a cocky grin and tips the bottle over the simmering food.

Iida watches, unimpressed.

But Bakugou's victory is shortlived. He hadn't noticed how loose the bottle top was before. It slips off, plopping into the pot with a splash along with half of the spice.

"What the fuck!" he growls, as Iida suddenly turns away, shoulders shaking as he tries to stifle his laugh.

Bakugou growls in frustration as he begins to fish out the top and salvage dinner.

"You know," Iida begins.

"Don't say it," Bakugou warns.

"That wouldn't have happened if you'd just used the measuring cup."

Bakugou shakes his head. "Stop laughing. You're gonna have to eat this too."


You're up next kurosaki_ami

Comments

[rsheslin.livejournal.com]

Had this happen with a friend who swore that "just a little cinnamon" made all the difference when making spaghetti sauce. It became more of a spaghetti mole....

[bluedreaming]

If nothing else, using measuring cups can prevent overflow accidents! (Second tip, never measure over your bowl or pot.) Love this fun mood ♡