[ he's honestly impressed with how organized the table is before them, and it reflects on bakugou's personality perfectly. from visuals alone, denji is already salivating, knowing damn well he will dine like a king tonight. he's unsure if he can truly be helpful, yet he is happy to linger around and be a burden instead. the threat of being stabbed that followed perked his interest, and there was an effort on his part not to dismiss it. he averts his attention to bakugou's body language soon after, finding that side of him far more honest than the aggression in his words. the knife is there, sharp and ready to inflict harm, but aside from that— he can't sense any discomfort from his teammate and he was back to chopping. it's fine? yes, it's fine.

he relaxed, hunching forward, and he returned to enjoy the cooking show before him. the knife isn't even good quality, purchased from their earlier days in the base at a cheap price. the fact bakugou managed to produce such clean cuts exhibits mad skills. ]

Blackened sounds like a fancy phrase for 'burned'. Hmm, maybe teach me how to do it medium? yeah, medium sounds good ...

[ and sounds rich. they should go for it since tonight is special in a way, for denji at least. the offer to munch on some baby carrots is tempting, but that's not the service he was aiming to provide. he wants to taste test, damnit. so he will wait until katsuki has something to offer for sampling. he can wait, no reason to rush anything. he's— pleased where he is right now, leaning on a warm body, connecting with an old feeling that he yearned for. one that he had with pochita, power, and then nayuta. devils sure love to cuddle and share body heat, and he found himself missing that sensation oh so much. though denji isn't really embracing the other boy, his arms remain limp next to his side, deciding that will do for now. let's not push it, huh.

he hums lazily; the smile is subtle in his tone. ]

I tased someone today for the first time.

[ on their off day ..... ]