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It's had been a normal day for class 1-A. Sure there had been another fight against Bakugou and Todoroki-kun but at this point it was to be expected. The day was coming to a close and everyone was packing their stuff to either go to the dorms or do their own thing.
Izuku was also turning for the day, he was planning on writing more notes on his classmates into them. It was practical he told himself regularly as to not feel like it was an invasion of privacy or ‘creepy as fuck’ as Kacchan had so kindly put it. Just as he was about to walk out of the classroom an idea hit him. He stayed in the doorway and went through the idea. He thought about the possibilities of it actually happening.
Accidently mumbling all the possibilities of it actually working his classmates started getting more worried as the mumbling escalated, Yaoyorozu walked slowly to Izuku and tapped on his soldier to make sure he was ok.
The rest of the class expected a stuttered apology, a blushing mess or maybe for it to turn to another mumbling session. What they did not expect was for Midoriya to slowly turn around and shoot questions at their vice president about her quirk. Some questions were easy for them to understand but as the conversation got more in in debt it was easier to get lost. Until finally, he asked a question that caught everyone's attention.
“ So couldn’t you make food with your quirk?”
It would be a good idea, Izuku explains, after all with the last of her quirk she could make something packed with calories or some snacks on expeditions with long periods of time. It had seemed like a good idea. Yaoyorozu was frozen, in her mind she was trying to find something that proved it right or wrong. But with as far as her memories went she couldn't find anything, for god's sake how hadn't that came to her sooner it was her own quirk.
“ I-i don't know Midoriya, do you-do you think we should try?” Yaoyorozu finally asked as she got her bearings. Izuku nodded frantically bouncing on the balls of his feet which was frankly, an adorable sight. He got out his phone and typed something in and showed her the results, she tapped the first results and looked at the ingredients. She quickly committed it all to memory and pictured it in her mind. Maybe a plate of brownies. After a minute she opens her eyes slowly and in front of her was a plate of brownies.
Izuku, obviously fearer of none poked the brownies. Some moved and one fell onto the desk. He took the brownie that fell and sniffed it, he then broke it in half with a satisfying
crunch!
Taking one of her own she also tears it in half. Looking at it she realizes it actually looks like a brownie.
But does it taste like one?
She hesitates on taking a bite. Quickly she looks at her classmates and tries to meet any of their eyes but they avert them before she has a chance.
Apparently Izuku gives no fucks because at the top of his lungs he yells “
For Science Motherfuckers!”
W
aking up Aizawa-sensei in the process who was taking a nap at his desk, Midoriya engulfs the brownie in two bites.
Hitoshi, a new classmate that recently moved from the General's Department, looked at Midoriya with a new found horror while quietly whispering ‘
What the fuck.”
but Midoriya is still chewing the brownie[?] with a pained expression. Slowly he swallows the rest of the brown. The rest of their classmates are standing there in antipistation and worry.
Aizawa-sensei always one to ruin their shenanigans save them from themselves asks, “Ok brats, what the hell is going on that
Midoriya
had to scream that sentence.” Midoriya at least has the decency to look slightly sheepish. Iida explains the situation and at the end of it Aizawa looks mildly interested and pointedly looks at Midoriya for an answer. “Well, problem child? You going to take forever to answer?” The class looked expectantly at their classmate except Midoriya was staring blankly at a wall. “ Hitoshi remove your quirk or ask the question already!” but Hitoshi put both his hands up in a surrender position. “ It's not me.” Aizawa, ready to find out what was going on, turned to Midoriya who was eating more brownies. “ Yeesh, Momo what did you put in those brownies?” Jirou asked watching as Izuku devoured two more. “ I-i don't know? I just followed the r-recipe?” Yaoyorozu answered as she pulled out Midoriya's phone.
“I just clicked the first link.” Aizawa, done with his classes bullshit, plucked the phone out of her hand. Carefully looking over the recipe he slowly looks at the rest of his students. “ How in the FUCK do you not see this is a recipe for WEED brownies?” Quickly paling Momo goes to turn to the plate of brownies but she realizes her hands are empty. As she turns around horror grows in her as she realizes the rest of the brownies are gone and
Midoriya is eating hers how did she not notice that!
“Well.” the fear continues to grow in class 1-A “ Seems to me that you got one of your most innocent classmates HIGH.” They watched as Midoriya look blankly at the wall and giggled. And so that was how one class and a tired teacher babysit a very high classmate.