@deathcrowns ♡'d for a starter
Izuku turns around as he hears his name being called, mixer in one hand and a measuring cup in the other. The flowery apron he's wearing (the only one he could find here, really) almost hurts the eyes, the intense colors and patterns contrasting with the rest of his clothes, monochromatic as they always are.
"Don't look so surprised, I know what I'm doing," he says, a laugh bubbling up in his throat. Well, he can't really blame anyone for doubting his skills here, not after that one breakfast tragedy... but he really does know what he's doing this time. "My mom taught me. And pies transcend borders anyway."











