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Friday, December 24th, 2021
Considering the fact that Rikido had just gotten home from school for winter break, maybe he wouldn't want to cook a literal feast for four people. But, his parents didn't care about that because he was the best cook in the family and they wanted the best dinner. Luckily, Rikido did want to make the dinner.
But, maybe not for these people.
The people who insulted them for being 'unmanly' because of them liking to cook and bake, except, of course, when they wanted someone to make them something to eat. The people who decided that since they used He/They pronouns it was okay to still exclusively use He/Him, not that they saw him as anything but a man anyways. The people who constantly joked about how much of a bother he was because he was always eating, never mind the fact that he had to to use his quirk.
But, Rikido didn't want to think about that. Or the remarks on how great it was that he was straight because gay men were 'weird'....They're pansexual.
Still, none of that.
It sucked that they had to do all the cooking, and for people like that, but Rikido didn't mind. They loved to cook. Baking was better, but still. Then of course there was the New Years celebrations in a week. They would get to cook more then.
They didn't even have to worry about wasting food because of Rikido's quirk! Anything they didn't eat, he would. It was expected of them, but Rikido pretended it was their choice for images.
But, no. That didn't matter. No trauma, no bad family situations, no quirks. Right now, Rikido was just a person in a kitchen, making food. That's how they preferred to be. Always.
Rikido would prefer opening a restaurant or something to being a hero....But, at least he had made some amazing friends through UA.
Izuku hadn't asked them yet why they wanted to be a hero as he had many others. Rikido hoped he didn't. It would be rather awkward to explain, but they wouldn't lie either, about anything.
No hero course. No Izuku. No bakery(or any other food establishment).
A person, in a kitchen, cooking.
It was harder to stay in that head space than Rikido wished it was, but....They tried. It was were they were happiest.