[it's going to taste good. bakugou plans to knocking denji's damn tongue out the back of his skull with this. if the guy's never had katsudon before, he's going to wonder how he ever got along with it. (well, denji probably thinks that about almost every piece of food.) even if their kitchen has shit equipment and shoddy tool quality, so long as what they have is clean, bakugou can at least work with it. growling about it, but working. he yelps at the sudden snake of an arm around his waist to turn the burner on, not having expected denji to do that.] I coulda moved, dammit!
[and no, he's going to turn that knob down so it's not at full flame under the oil. that's just asking to smoke it at best, burn it at worst. no one wants an oil fire in the kitchen. something for denji to keep in mind when bakugou explains, quickly, why he's adjusting the flame. oil's a finicky bastard. deep frying takes some safety precautions.]
Tch, bastard. [agreeing with denji's decision to zap the guy, though he's split on whether or not he should've arrested the criminal. it was a petty crime, minor infraction, and a fine paid at best if he was brought in. at the moment, however, there are worse things to deal with and stretching the police force's resources for a shit criminal who just got the ever living fuck tazed out of him is probably not the ideal process. denji called it right.] He better take his luck and fuck off.
[with the vegetables done and set off to the side, he can get to the meat now. it's a good thing denji opted to move, because bakugou was going to need the space now. noticing the way the other blonde tugged at his shirt sleeve, he makes a mental note for another hot bath or something. if they're going to indulge tonight in whatever the fuck. denji gets to watch bakugou pat each slice of steak dry with a paper towel, then dredge it in the beaten eggs, next in the flour, and finally in the seasoned panko crumbs. he sets that one aside, then repeats it with the second one, doing it all over again until each of the slices if coated. once finished, into the oil it goes, with that immediate roiling outline of white bubbles as the oil fries the batter and cooks the meat inside. he won't take them out until they're done and crispy, needing denji to get some paper towels on a plate to absorb any lingering oil drips.
finally, time to plate it up. or bowl it. the hot rice goes into the bottom of the bowl, then some vegetable fillings, then some rice, the vegetable toppings, a drizzle of sauce, and finally one crispy fried steak atop it to crown the bowl. it'll go well with the "wine" denji procured for them. plus it warms the kitchen up too so he shouldn't be as cold.] Eat it while it's hot.
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[and no, he's going to turn that knob down so it's not at full flame under the oil. that's just asking to smoke it at best, burn it at worst. no one wants an oil fire in the kitchen. something for denji to keep in mind when bakugou explains, quickly, why he's adjusting the flame. oil's a finicky bastard. deep frying takes some safety precautions.]
Tch, bastard. [agreeing with denji's decision to zap the guy, though he's split on whether or not he should've arrested the criminal. it was a petty crime, minor infraction, and a fine paid at best if he was brought in. at the moment, however, there are worse things to deal with and stretching the police force's resources for a shit criminal who just got the ever living fuck tazed out of him is probably not the ideal process. denji called it right.] He better take his luck and fuck off.
[with the vegetables done and set off to the side, he can get to the meat now. it's a good thing denji opted to move, because bakugou was going to need the space now. noticing the way the other blonde tugged at his shirt sleeve, he makes a mental note for another hot bath or something. if they're going to indulge tonight in whatever the fuck. denji gets to watch bakugou pat each slice of steak dry with a paper towel, then dredge it in the beaten eggs, next in the flour, and finally in the seasoned panko crumbs. he sets that one aside, then repeats it with the second one, doing it all over again until each of the slices if coated. once finished, into the oil it goes, with that immediate roiling outline of white bubbles as the oil fries the batter and cooks the meat inside. he won't take them out until they're done and crispy, needing denji to get some paper towels on a plate to absorb any lingering oil drips.
finally, time to plate it up. or bowl it. the hot rice goes into the bottom of the bowl, then some vegetable fillings, then some rice, the vegetable toppings, a drizzle of sauce, and finally one crispy fried steak atop it to crown the bowl. it'll go well with the "wine" denji procured for them. plus it warms the kitchen up too so he shouldn't be as cold.] Eat it while it's hot.