It Struck A Heart String With Many (BNHA x OC)

Chapter 6

Aizawa finally broke out of Nemuri's grasp and walked up the stairs, leaning on the wall the whole time, using the inner railing like a lifeline. How he was able to be an actual hero and make it through his years when he attended U.A. as a student when just being alive made him this tired is a question that nobody will ever be able to answer.

Ishi looked around the kitchen for the baking spray, the muffin mixed and in several different flavors. Aizawa's had more caffeine than she really would generally consider healthy. Hizashi's had M&M's instead of chocolate chunks since she knew he liked when the food looked like confetti since it reminded him of parties. Nemuri's muffins had small bits of dried cherries. Nezu's muffins didn't even have coffee, they were instead matcha tea and chocolate since he generally liked tea over coffee though he would on occasion drink coffee. Everyone who lived at the apartments had a bowl with muffin batter suited to their tastes.

One of Ishi's snakes hissed at her, "Here~" it whispered, handing her the baking spray.

"Okay, everyone close your mouths and noses" she prompted, all of her snakes buried themselves into her scalp using each other's bodies to hide their noses from the buttery gas that she was about to spray from the pressurized metal can.

She pressed her finger on the trigger button closing her eyes with her other forearm across her upper face. Her arm waving wildly to spray all sixteen muffin tins in a short period of time. It wasn't the cleanest way to get the job done but it was the fastest and having her snakes balled up such as they were was unexpectedly painful no matter how many times it happened she never quite got used use to the tight steady pulling as their bodies became entangled with one another.

"Okay, stop that now please," she asked them, "All done, the spraying is all done". She grabbed the large bowl closest to her and its matching spatula. Bracing the bowl on her torso she poured small amounts of the batter into each muffin sized indent in the pan, using the spatula to get the last of it off the sides of the bowl when she reached the last one.

Ishi placed the tray on top of the overly large stove before putting the bowl and spatula in the sink for her to wash while the muffins were baking. Then she turned around and repeated the process with the other fifteen bowls and trays being sure not to reuse a spatula on a bowl that it wasn't meant to be used on to prevent cross-contamination since a couple of the heroes had allergies and some people simply wouldn't want matcha in their espresso muffins.

Once all of the batters were poured and Ishi's snakes had brought them over to the oven for her she actually opened the oven to put them in, her snakes extending and settling across the room to avoid being coated in a fog of intense heat the second the opened the door. Except the heat she had turned her face away from didn't come at her. She turned towards it shocked, before looking at the dials which made her immediately want to just quit and go back to her room (a trait she had picked up from Aizawa).

She defeatedly put her hand on the dial, twisting it to one hundred and seventy-five degrees Celsius (350 Fahrenheit) before turning toward the sink full of dozens of measuring cups, bowls, teaspoons, spatulas, and empty ingredient containers (mostly flour, sugar, and vanilla). Her snakes swipe the empty bags of chocolate off the counter as she passes before extending over to the trash can to throw them away. The other ones helped her wash the dishes, she would scrub them, they would turn the water on and off as necessary, rinse them, and then put them on the counter.

The oven beeped repeatedly to tell her that it was up to temperature, "Coming, coming, I'm coming" she chanted as if it would make the beeping stop like telling a child to "shh" generally gets them to be quiet after a couple tries or whacking an alarm clock several times will eventually make it so you hit the off button. In other words; pointless but after a bit, something will happen and the irritating noise will stop in this case, her chanting until she made it over to press the button.