Prompt: This was in the original story as a joke, but now it's being transferred here! This is Izuku making a pizza!
I did this chapter to practice sensory details. Like, that's it.
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I sit in my room, listening to the clicks and clacks of my random inventions and the typing of my keyboard as I focus on programming for my latest build. I can hear the howling of the wind from my bedroom deep in the apartment, causing me to look at the time. Eight o'clock at night. Shouta should be coming home soon from work as he doesn't have patrol tonight. Saving my progress, I stand up, listening to the soft steps from myself as I enter the living room/kitchen area. Outside the single window in this apartment, I see the few trees in town bending from the wind and the raindrops lightly tapping the window. It's probably cold outside so I should make something warm.

Soup doesn't sound appetizing nor does anything I would normally make in general. Maybe a pizza?

Yeah, let's make a pizza.

I pitter-patter to the kitchen and pull out the ingredients to make the pizza dough first. It will take an hour to rise. Shouta probably will have to starve a little while due to how long this takes. I search through the cabinets to find a package of active dry yeast, a bag of bread flour, a bottle of olive oil, a shaker of salt, and a jar of sugar. I bend down and pull out a bowl to mix everything in, setting on the counter with an aggravating ring coming off it. I grab a measuring cup with the measurement of two cups (473.176 ml) and fill the cup with water that is the temperature of blood. I pour the water into the bowl. I add yeast, salt, and sugar. I stir the ingredients together, the swishing sound of the bowl filling the room. I let that sit for five minutes.

While that sets, I grab a wet washcloth and wipe down the counter before throwing it back in the sink. I pour some flour on the counter before making a mountain out of it. Once I create a decent size mountain, I form a pocket in the center of it. I grab the bowl with the mixture inside, pouring it gently into the pocket, pushing some flour from the flour walls inside the liquid. I then start mixing it all together, feeling the weird texture through my fingers as I knead it. Everyone couple of moments, I have to cover my hands in flour to make sure it doesn't stick anywhere. The flour and liquid mass gradually turns into a dough and I leave it for a moment to grab a fresh bowl. I spray the bowl lightly with oil and drop the dough inside. I grab the bottle of oil and lightly spray the dough before putting plastic wrap over the top of the bowl and sliding it in the oven. I have to leave that for an hour.

I leave the dough to do its business and I grab the tomatoes I picked up eariler and grab yet another bowl. After cutting the tops and bottoms of them, I throw them in the bowl and slam my hands inside, smashing them until they become a paste. I wash my hands quickly and turn on the stove top. After fetching a pan and placing it on the stove, I fill it with oil and quickly cut up some onions, making sure to look away. I throw the onions in the pay and let them sizzle. I remove the skin off some garlic as well, throwing it in the pan with the onions. It should all cook the same rate. Once it all cooks together, I pour the tomato paste in and add oregano, basil, sugar, salt, and pepper, stirring it all together. Once it starts boiling gently, I leave it for 30 minutes to simmer. Eventually, I will pull it off to let it cool. It should be done at the same time as the dough so it will all come together.

I grab some mozzarella cheese and the cheese scrapper and start making slices. I already have the pepperoni prepared as I just brought them pre-sliced. It makes life much easier. As I was making the slices, I hear the creaking of the front door. Normally, a person should check to see who it is, however, because the security system I installed did not go off, I know it's somebody allowed. I just go back to scrapping cheese. I should greet them but I'm focused right now.

"Izuku? Are you okay?" I hear the gruff voice of Shouta as he walks over to me. I hum to let him know he has my attention. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my forehead and I glare up at the hobo himself, causing him to pull his hand back, " Not a fever...normally, you would be on a ramble of a new invention or something." I simply shrug, finishing slicing the cheese.

"Enjoying the moment." Shouta simply nods and leaves the room. I grab the pepperoni out and leave the kitchen to head to my room to program. Next door, I can hear him on the phone with presumably Hizashi. They have been talking much more lately, which I thought wasn't possible but it is.

"I think there is something wrong with Izuku. He's calm." That is your problem? " I should appreciate that, but that just sends alarms off in my head." Alright then. I just focus on the programming. I pull back for a moment to get the sauce off the burner, letting it cool off. An hour later, it is time to create the pizza. I roll the dough into a square shape and oil it up, hearing the drips from the glass bottle. I then take the sauce and spread it across the dough in a thin layer. Finally, I put the pepperoni and cheese on and slide it in the oven. That will take about twenty minutes so I head back to do more programming, feeling the keys glide under my fingertips.

Ten minutes, I head the door creak once more along with some talking. I can dissect three different voices, presumably being Shouta, Hizashi, and Nemuri.

"Sho, there is no need to worry. Do you know the last time he has slept? Maybe he is running on bare energy." I hear Hizashi's attempt at a soft voice. I estimate a couple of hours of sleep a night, but lately, I have figured out I can go a couple of nights with sleep. Impressive, right?

"I don't know. The last time I forced him to sleep was two nights ago." Shouta responds. That is the last time I have slept.

"Probably hasn't slept since then." Nemuri includes in the conversation. I hear the beep of the oven and I save my progress before heading to the kitchen and pulling out the pizza," Hey Izuku! I hope you made plenty because it's the squad tonight!"

"I did, no worries." I tell her as I slice the pizza up, " Grab a piece." I avoid their worried glances as I sit on the couch at the edge and take a bite.

Oh my gosh, this is amazing!

I feel the seat shift as I take note that Shouta sits beside me. Hizashi sits beside his boyfriend and Nemuri takes the armchair. Everyone enjoys their pizza and I quickly try to take up the plates, but Shouta stops me.

"I got it, kid. Sit down and get rest." Is he that worried?

"I'm fine."

"You certainly don't act it."

"I'm not going to be able to do backflips 24/7, Sho." I see him raise his eyebrows. I only use his nickname if I'm done pretty much.

"Of course, but this is too sudden of a shift, Izuku. What's wrong?" Okay, I can't worry too much longer and I smirk.

"Just throw you guys and the viewers off. I can't be insane all the time, emo hobo!" I get back to my hypy self and quickly receive the dishes from him. I move to the kitchen and get to work.

"Viewers? And what the hell, Izuku!?"

"I mean, it was pretty funny." I can see the squad's shocked looks. Yes, I acted that why just to throw you guys off. I know have stalkers. I have been taking note of how random people would follow me to UA and home and all that jazz. I look directly at the invisible camera with a smirk and my eyes glow.

You are not innocent, after all.

Snap

Uh, what happened? No idea what that was about! Back to the drama!

"Can you not worry me like that?! It's too late for this!" Shouta complains.

"It was serious, Izu. That was pushing it, darling." Nemuri steps in, walking over and looking down at me.

"Hey, at least my acting skills are up-to-date!" I respond with my signature grin.

"He is right," Hizashi adds in. The one man who probably will defend me.

"STILL SERIOUS, HIZASHI!" Both Shouta and Nemuri scream at him.

"Wow, rude. He was just adding his opinion." Shouta pinches his nose and Nemuri shakes her head. Hizashi gives me a thumbs up. Shouta quickly takes over the conversation.

"In all seriousness, when was the last time you slept?" Back at this?

"When was the last time you forced me to sleep?"

. . .

"Are you kidding me?"

"I mean, I act like one but no otherwise."

. . .

"Go to bed, now. Hizashi, Nemuri, I need to get him to sleep."

"Have you ever tried taking sleeping pills, Izuku?" Hizashi asks out of curiosity.

"Yeah, I had to take them when I was younger because I did the same thing. Then a decided 'fuck pills when I have alcohol!' and have not touched them since!"

"Did they help?"

"They slowed me down, but didn't help with sleep."

"Dosage?"

"Um, what is it for an adult?"

"150 mg?"

"Sounds about right. Two a day."

"You built a tolerance didn't you?"

"Of course I did because I am a badass." I feel a hand grip my neck and I look up to see Shouta glaring down at me.

"Good night you two, we are heading to bed."

With that, the two left with goodbyes, and Shouta gave me the disappointed dad/brother? look as he forced me to sleep.

Damn man.