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According to Katsuki Bakugou chili is supposed to be spicy. Not the add flavor kind of spice, but the feel your mouth tingle and build to a burning kind. Being an easy dish to make en-masse, it was his favorite to prepare for the class on his turn to cook.
“Foods ready you damn extras!” Katsuki shouts from the kitchen doorway.
The typically-rambunctious 1A students rush to line up for a serving and settle around the dining table and common room. One of the few times the decibel levels around the class lowered to a tolerable rate was the first few minutes of meal times when they focused on stuffing their faces as fast as possible to return to whatever chaos was at hand. This time the silence is interrupted.
“Yo Bakubro! Got any cinnamon?” loudly questions Eijiro from his place at the center of the table.
“What? NO! You God damn abomination! Cinnamon does NOT go in chili!” Katsuki aggressively yells back.
“You never hear of Cincinnati style?”
Rolling his eyes, Katsuki grumbles, “not happening on my watch.”
This kind of finality does not deter the now-curious students. The next time Katsuki makes chili Eijiro comes prepared. Staring Katsuki in the eyes with a mischievous smirk he pulls out a container of cinnamon from his pocket. Katsuki narrows his eyes, daring Eijiro to continue. Obviously not fearing for his life like anyone else may have, he gently shakes in some of the spice while stirring his bowl, sets the container down, blows on a spoonful, and takes obnoxiously loud bites humming in appreciation the entire time.
“YOU DIDN’T! YOU DID NOT JUST RUIN MY CHILI!” Katsuki screeches at the top of his lungs.
At the same time as this reaction, Denki reaches across Eijiro to grab the cinnamon and try it.
“OH MY GOD GUYS – you have to try this,” he says with awe.
With that declaration absolute chaos ensues as every member of 1A – excluding Katsuki -- grabs for the container. Each time another person sprinkles some of the sweet spice in their bowl Katsuki devolves further and further into despair.
All at once, every head in the room turns to Katsuki and, in a cult-like monotone voice, says, “Try it, I’m sure you’ll love it.”
Katsuki falls to his knees, grabbing his hair while screaming in absolute horror at what has become of his perfectly spiced spicey chili at the hands of his mutinous classmates.