Chef Au (Reader x bnha)

L'amour - Chapter 1

Cracking the four eggs into your bowl, you tossed the empty shells into the bin beside you. After handling the eggs you went and washed your hands, the calming scent of the apple lather easing your nerves. A smile graced your features. Taking the whisk you broke the yolks mixing them harshly. Praying to the pastry gods, you hoped this would turn out better than last time.

Let's just say that you misread and added two cups of sugar instead of tablespoons.

Softly chuckling at your previous thoughts, you continued the process. On the imaginary check list in your head, a cup of milk and 1/2 cup of water were already marked off as you added the eggs.

Eggs? Check.

All was well it seemed.

The chime of the microwave intruded your busy thoughts.

Perfect timing.

You snatched the four tablespoons of now melted butter and tossed the liquid into the mixture. Going down the list, you quickly and accurately measured out a cup of flour, and two tablespoons of granulated sugar. Finally all the ingredients were in place.

You pour it into the blender, when you remember the last piece of the puzzle. Sprinkling the salt swiftly into the substance, and pressing the on button, it began to combine nicely. Afterwards, you poured it back into the original bowl.

Batter? Check.

You went ahead and began to cook all fifteen thin pancakes allowing your mind to wander as you flipped them absentmindedly.

The foreign culinary class teacher, Mrs. Kikuchi was behind you watching your movements. Doing your best to remain focused on what you were doing, you flipped another crepe. However, you couldn't shake the feeling of her gaze bearing holes into the back of your head. Ultimately deciding to break the silence you greeted her.

"Hello," you spoke in Japanese, which you had been studying since you were ten, and that was three years ago. You were surprisingly fluent but required refreshers time to time.

"Hello, how are you feeling? I doubt this is all that stressful for you," Mrs. Kikuchi spoke in her head aware of your quirk, a certain feeling of confidence ebbed from her being.

You admired her concern, "just fine, thank you," and with that your Japanese conversation was over and she moved to check on one of the other students.

You weren't really much for small talk, so it was rather relieving.

It was nice to know that your school offered such classes for the culinary department. The comforting thoughts of your hometown filled the white noise in your head. Especially with the teacher being from Japan herself. Which reminded you of your original purpose of taking this class; U.A. The school was originally made for just hero courses and the like. However, recently they added a culinary program as well. Which, you were set on taking. You appreciated the wise chef. Her feedback was always so helpful. Not to mention her never-ending patience.

Snapping back to focus you noticed that you had run out of batter. Turning off the burner, you stuck the thin stack into the freezer in order to chill. You walked back to your station avoiding other students as they ran past looking like hot messes.

"There's nothing a level head cannot achieve," Kikuchi had told the class before she slapped the sudden time management challenge in your faces.

Apparently her words flew past most of your classmates.

One could hear yelling from the other side of the room, however, you were determined to do what you needed. Taking the sixteen tablespoons of butter that were left out to be room temperature and putting it into the stand mixer, along with an eight ounce block of cream cheese prepped the same way. You gently and carefully added the twelve ounces of sweetened condensed milk and the vanilla. Which you eyeballed, but was about two teaspoons-ish.