[you wanna organize shit if you're making a meal with different ingredients! who wants to cook with all their crap piled in the same general area? at least denji can take it that bakugou's the kind who likes it that way. even if the blonde can't see it, he figures the guy hovering over his shoulder is close to drooling. good thing there's some food within hand reach to stuff in his mouth if he starts to drip. annoyingly, denji pays more attention to bakugou's body language than his words (like most of his u.a. classmates do) and that means he gets to stick around longer without driving the explosive blonde up the damn wall. so instead of going int denji, the knife returns to the vegetables in front of him. slicing the carrots and peppers, dicing potatoes and mushrooms, taking broccoli down to florets, making matchsticks out of radishes, and mincing some garlic + ginger for added flavor. it'll be a rather filling katsudon.
so long as denji doesn't get all flush up against his back, he's not going to get bakugou's elbow repeatedly thudding into his stomach for his troubles. he focuses on the food in front of him, not entirely sure why he's tolerating this hovering, but for whatever reason, is. maybe it's warmth, maybe it's just because he knows denji's a damn puppy.]
Only the outside is charred. The inside is still good. It's a longer form of searing. [just for explanation. bakugou quirks a brow at the mention of teaching.] We're not doing katsudon medium. You wanna learn that, we'll do it another night.
[especially considering the meat's going to be breaded and fried in oil rather than baked or cooked in a pan. it's going to come out relatively medium simply due to that. though bakugou did just say "another night" so denji's got the option to get a second cooking out of him, as well as the lesson on how to do it. good thing there's no attempts to embrace him or else bakugou would've yelled at denji. cause he's chopping a bunch of shit right now and doesn't want to add denji finger to the damn mix!]
Did they deserve it? [usually the better place to start when it comes to why denji would do that. vegetables done, he's going to start working on the strips of meat.] Turn that burner on, the one under the pot. I need the oil heated.
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so long as denji doesn't get all flush up against his back, he's not going to get bakugou's elbow repeatedly thudding into his stomach for his troubles. he focuses on the food in front of him, not entirely sure why he's tolerating this hovering, but for whatever reason, is. maybe it's warmth, maybe it's just because he knows denji's a damn puppy.]
Only the outside is charred. The inside is still good. It's a longer form of searing. [just for explanation. bakugou quirks a brow at the mention of teaching.] We're not doing katsudon medium. You wanna learn that, we'll do it another night.
[especially considering the meat's going to be breaded and fried in oil rather than baked or cooked in a pan. it's going to come out relatively medium simply due to that. though bakugou did just say "another night" so denji's got the option to get a second cooking out of him, as well as the lesson on how to do it. good thing there's no attempts to embrace him or else bakugou would've yelled at denji. cause he's chopping a bunch of shit right now and doesn't want to add denji finger to the damn mix!]
Did they deserve it? [usually the better place to start when it comes to why denji would do that. vegetables done, he's going to start working on the strips of meat.] Turn that burner on, the one under the pot. I need the oil heated.