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It was a lovely December day, when Satou noticed a burning smell. At first, Satou had thought the dorms were burning down from the smell, but no. It was worse. Much, much worse.
They had let Kaminari into the kitchen, even after he’d been banned for good reason. After the spectacle with baking a couple months back.
Satou couldn’t do anything but stare in horror at the scene he was confronted with. Kaminari, Mina, Sero, and Kirishima covered from head to toe in flour and who knows what else as Bakugou yelled something, but was relatively clean in comparison. Satou’s eyes took in the scene, staring in shock as he found what the foul smell was coming from.
It was a cookie sheet covered in what was meant to be cookies, probably, and they were charcoal black. Satou gagged. He had to do something. This was horrifying more than just his senses, but his baking mind.
“What the heck happened?” Satou asked, looking between the five friends. All of them but Bakugou looked down sheepishly. Probably because they are all banned from cooking or baking in the kitchen, they were allowed in to get cereal or whatever, but not allowed near the stove or oven.
“These fuckrags decided to try and fucking fail at making Christmas cookies,” Bakugou said, hotly. Fair enough, Bakugou was only banned from making a group dinner after his curry made several classmates cry and drown themselves with water and milk, but was a good cook otherwise. Unlike these four. And Midoriya, hopeless baker.
“You four should go get yourselves cleaned up,” Satou said, sighing softly as the four disappeared at a fast rate. After seeing the last of them disappear around the corner, Satou looked back at the mess. Maybe he should’ve asked them to help clean up first, but knowing them, it’d probably make things worse.
Satou started with throwing the smithereens of dough into the trash and organizing what was left of the ingredients.
“How’d they even get such an idea?” Satou mumbled to himself.
“They wanted to make Mr. Aizawa some cookies,” Bakugou answered. Sato nearly jumped, he’d forgotten that his classmate was there. Bakugou fell in beside him and started washing dishes. Satou couldn’t help but stare, Bakugou glared at him. “Stop staring at and help clean this shit up!”
Satou didn’t question it anymore.
It had taken a few hours to scrub down the walls of the kitchen and to get it back to relative cleanness and it actually somewhat looking like what it was before the Bakusquad had gotten into it.
Satou hadn’t stopped thinking about what Bakugou had said earlier, about his friends – and possibly him – had been trying to make cookies for Aizawa. He couldn’t deny that he liked the idea, to give something to their homeroom teacher who’s done so much for them.
Bakugou was drying the bowls and other baking tools when Satou glanced back over at him. Satou reread the recipe that they had apparently been trying to follow. Sugar Cookies. Sugar cookies were always a good bet, that was for sure. You either could leave them plain or dress them up. Satou eyed the recipe though, it was a regular recipe. It kept out the ingredient that made sugar cookies the best, well, Satou can fix that.
Organizing and measuring out the ingredients silently beside Bakugou, handing over each ingredient as needed. Passing over the special ingredient that made it so much better than regular cookies, Bakugou wordless added it, but gave Satou a look and got a shrug and a smile in return.
While the sugar cookies were stuck in the fridge, Satou started a batch of Spicy Molasses Cookies to bake first. Bakugou left the kitchen just before one of the other students showed up.
Uraraka unceremoniously hopped onto the counter, chattering with Midoriya while Iida scolds her for sitting on the counter. Midoriya hands something to her and joins her on the counter, doubling Iida’s scolding. Neither seems to be deterred.
“Hey, Satou, what you making?” Uraraka asks. How she can sit still and still be bouncy like that bewilders Sato.
“Cookies for Aizawa,” Satou answered honestly. Shinsou, as if summoned by the mention of his mentor, walks through the doorway and fixes himself a coffee, Uraraka and Midoriya ‘oh’ and ‘ah’ while Iida jumps on board with the idea of giving something to their teacher. Shinsou join the other two on the counter, reverting Iida’s speech back to scolding. If Satou didn’t know any better, he’d say that Shinsou look uncomfortable and sheepish at the scolding.
“What kind of cookies?” Uraraka asks, still ignoring the scolding from her friend.
“Spicy Molasses and sugar cookies.”
“Ooooohhhh!! Sugar cookies! Yum! Mom likes to make them around this time of year too!” Midoriya commented, grinning. Satou was going to need some sunglasses for that smile. Shinsou was squinting at the ball of sunshine next to him.
“I’m waiting for them to cool off so I can roll them out,” Satou said as he added another ingredient to his bowl.
“Oh! Can we help?!” Midoriya asked, lighting up at the thought. Satou nearly cringed. Midoriya was good at cooking, not baking. He didn’t have the finesse it takes to bake and sometimes it was just too much to bear.
As if he had sensed a disaster brewing, Satou thanked his lucky stars, as Aizawa headed to the coffee machine. Glancing up, Aizawa narrowed his eyes at the group.
“Midoriya is going nowhere near the oven with those cookies, right?” There was a warning tone in his voice.
“I wouldn’t!” Midoriya tried to defend himself. Aizawa didn’t believe him, by the look he was giving the boy. Satou decided to save the green haired boy by shoving the bowl into his arms.
“Stir.”
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As it turned out, Aizawa enjoyed the cookies quite a bit. Especially with his coffee. Satou hadn’t bothered with adding any icing sugar to the top of the sugar cookies, but Aizawa complimented them anyways. The classmates asked about the secret ingredient, Satou just smiled and said almond extract. But that wasn’t quite correct, it was almond extract and rum.
It’s not alcoholic either, cooking alcohol in baked goods and such took at least most of the alcohol content from it, but left the taste.