that was the original plan, but he was so sick of eating all those orcas so he couldn't stomach the idea of having more. he is, however, keeping a few nice souvenirs in case some rich freaks are into buying a kaiju's fin. surely they are worth something.
bakugou didn't need to know about this. ]
hmm, maybe some mashed potatoes on the side. let's get grape juice and pretend we're drinking wine too.
[just for that, bakugou's going to ask the scientists of LILITH to look into whether the meat is safe for consumption. if it is, there's no point in leaving a food source out there to rot. maybe they can use other parts of the kaiju for supplies. bones, oil, blubber, skin, teeth, who the fuck knows. it's primeval, but they're not running luxury here.
you really think horny people are going to buy kaiju fins for aphrodisiacs, denji? ... stranger things have been done.]
hmph, dork. sounds good. i'll make your mouth water.
.... please don't tell him people can use the fins for horny drugs. he will double the price in a beat. if he knew, he would've stolen more from the corpses they left behind. ]
[one, he's not going to tell him. two, it's not like they ACTUALLY make horny drugs. it's just a stupid superstition that gets a lot of sharks killed for bullshit reasons. though honestly, bakugou does want to recycle and use the kaiju corpses if possible.
the irony of calling this a date when the other thread is...]
[ declaring 'it's a date' as a joke, without any added pressure of thinking about his sexuality dilemma- is one way to cope with life. thank you, bakugou, for not calling him out on it. ]
[he's had enough of his classmates use the phrase by now to just ignore it, only calling them out if he feels like being a gremlin. which is more common than you think.]
[ it was enough time for denji to get to the local butcher, holding a smile on his face as he walked in knowing he had enough money to treat himself tonight. this might be a common privilege to other people, but for the half-devil, this is pure luxury. he then picked up a decent cut, enough for two, paid the amount, and walked out of the store; still a bit taken back by how that fucking felt. the simple exchange was so important to him. the food he was bringing home is not plain bread, it was not instant ramen or cheap local pizza— this was fresh delights that he bought with his own damn money.
of course he would share it with bakugou. he's the one who helped him get the job in the first place. not only that, he made sure he understood what his new duties were, how to handle cases and report back; training him from start to finish. he has done so much for him and even a brute like denji knew how to show gratitude when the situation begs for it. by the time he reached the base, he already made a stop at a grocery store along the way and picked up the other ingredients and drinks, walking in with two heavily loaded plastic bags before he placed them on the kitchen counter.
he breathes out, staring at his achievement with subtle pride. he glanced towards bakugou and offered him a thumbs up. ]
I hope you're hungry. I got us the best piece of fresh meat!
[they all got a hefty pay for their work taking out the kaiju, as promised by lilith at the start of all this. plus the new job isn't doing anything negative on denji's wallet at least. bakugou's found the job even more tolerable (even enjoyable) now that he has someone he knows on the force with him. another strong outsider makes it even better. not every day is taking down criminals, some days are boring work, like keeping watch (and order) over an event or coming to inspect a call about a potential intruder or thief, but there's definitely enough work and issue in neo tokyo to keep two cops busy. plus getting to drive.
bakugou's in the kitchen as said earlier, the rice cooker already going with a load of seasoned rice. it'll be a bit before it's done, more than enough time for them to make the rest of the katsudon. he looks over his shoulder when denji arrives, arching a brow when the half-devil sets down two large shopping bags. a steak of meat and a bottle of grape juice can't be the only things he has in that load. but the look of pride on denji's face curbs any comment from bakugou. let the guy have his moment.]
I haven't eaten since breakfast. [so he'll devour whatever they make. leaving the counter, he comes to the table to look at the groceries.] What else did you get outside of steak and "wine"?
[ driving, huh. that's on the list of skills bakugou needs to teach him in the future, and it would probably be the most entertaining one for denji too. it will truly make him feel like an adult. a normal adult who is going to work while driving the most badass car he has ever seen. however, he won't rush it; he kinda enjoys being the passenger princess. he gets to choose the songs they listen to, take a quick nap on a slow day, and (against bakugou's wishes) stick his head outside the window to feel the breeze. ]
Fresh potatoes for the mash, peanut butter, honey, jam, and fruits. I got some eggs that I totally paid for this time and ... this.
[ inside the store was a small bakery kiosk that appeared to entice a lot of attention for its sponge cake. it sounds average, but there must be a reason people seem to wrestle to get their fresh cut and he got it. two slices sealed in their own plastic container. he's not sure if bakugou enjoyed sweets, but the option will always be there for him to accept or dismiss. denji figured it would be a nice treat to have while watching a movie afterward. again— his teammate is not obligated to amuse him, but they deserve a lazy night after that intense mission, and is there a better way to do it aside from getting cozy on the sofa and enjoying a flick? ]
I'm feeling good ... so I got more things. [ 'happy' is a reach, so denji will stick with 'good' for now. there is a reason why he wanted to voice it out, it's one way to say thank you without being too sentimental. bakugou is starting to be someone very influential to him, even when it is more of him depending on the other boy in an unhealthy way, but it also made denji more— well, protective of him. it's hard to justify this part since he knew the hero did not need anyone shadowing him, and he's not about to baby him either. it's another type of attachment that is too foreign to make sense of.
he leans his head to the side, meeting bakugou's gaze. ]
[he'll work on the driving skill at some point, but didn't want to overload denji with a lot of things to learn at once. hell if the guy even knew how to fire a gun before he became a cop, but considering the reaction before and request not to have one, bakugou assumes "nope" on that skill. as per denji's preference, he wasn't given a gun, and if possible, the officers he works with tend to stick to stun guns and tasers for the outsider's comfort. hey, the guy can pop chainsaws. that's a big boon!
bakugou has been tempted to swerve and ram denji's thick head into something when the guy sticks it out the damn window... but he resists the urge and usually just grabs the half-devil's shirt to drag him back inside when it's time.]
Damn, you went all out for this. [ha ha fucking ha on the "paid for" clarification. but when denji mentions "this", bakugou narrows his eyes at the reveal of a surprising dessert. sponge cake? and no some simple fare either. it's obvious the half-devil either waited in line or punched a few people to get to it. while bakugou's not fond of sweets, he doesn't dislike them. lighter sweets are his preference, such as popsicles or ice cream, but every now and then, cakes and cookies aren't bad. he can indulge in this since denji's put in such an effort.]
Heh. Flatterer. [he gets the gratitude in denji's voice and words, accepting in in his own gruff way. it's not like bakugou lets denji mooch off him all the time. if they cook together, they do the dishes together. they're on the same police force together. sometimes grocery shopping together (and damn right they either toggle payments or split the bill). but denji's someone bakugou finds he doesn't mind being around him, doing whatever he's doing. in some ways, he's similar to kirishima, a very honest guy who can exasperate bakugou, yet also proves to be a quiet comfort.]
Go ahead and change. I'll put this away. When you get back, you can help cook. [that's actually a highly-paid compliment coming from bakugo's mouth.]
[ of course he will be called out on the flattery, but aside from offering bakugou a smile, he'd leave it at that. there's a lot of unspoken truth between them, and if denji is honest— he doesn't mind it. this might be his first time building a relationship that didn't involve his past or whose heart he had beating in his chest; it was more of him being a kid for a change. it's about experiencing life in a way he never had the opportunity to. wake up, go to work, buy some groceries, head home, clean up, have dinner then watch a movie. denji didn't need to live in poverty and have people dictating what he could and couldn't do anymore— he had a choice to be who he wanted and for once, when he was around bakugou, he didn't care for chainsaw man. he just wanted to be a kid, hang with another kid, and do normal shit.
it would've been nice to be emotionally intelligent to comprehend why he's feeling this way other than 'me have money. me happy'. it was a lot more than that, but give denji some time to figure it out on his own. for now, he leaves to get himself cleaned followed by a change of clothes. the warm waters return to bliss their base again, and the hot springs are long forgotten. back to their old routine.
as he entered the kitchen again, denji paced himself until he was standing behind the other boy, peering over and catching whatever bakugou was occupied with, probably working his knife skills and chopping away. it was a bit chilly indoors, as the base didn't have the best heating system, so he was wearing a gray hoodie and black sweats to keep himself cozy. gently, he leaned over, resting his chin on bakugou's shoulder as he continued his work; not thinking much of it. power had the habit of being in personal space at all times, and even then denji didn't think it was too weird. ] I am ready to taste test. Gimme.
[ well, it is helping. he is sacrificing his tongue for the sake of perfecting the flavor— surely, bakugou will consider this a crucial role in the cooking process. then again, would anyone trust someone who can stomach eating monsters and devils raw? hmm. ] Oh, and about the steak ... is it true in fancy restaurants you get to choose the way you want it cooked?
[bakugou will never want to not be a hero, but there's something to be said for occasionally remembering that he's also just a high school kid. their school might be a hero school, but it's also a high school. his classmates would be comically "shocked" whenever they ended up getting tasked to do, what they called, 'normal' classwork or scholastic activities. things that didn't involve dealing with villains invading their school, villains kidnapping their classmates, villains starting a national war with the heroes... and not dealing with aizawa-sensei's training from hell. though somehow the man managed to make that always a factor of whatever task they were doing, whether that meant threatening them with a time limit or incorporating his own requirements so it wouldn't be a purely "fun" task to do. all said, the chance to just be a normal kid again... for a while... it's not the worst thing to do.
denji shouldn't be too hard on himself. many people find money to be the root of happiness. it provides comfort and security, two things that branch off surviving to make it enjoyable. bakugou won't try to pry any deeper feeling from denji at the moment. he's had enough of people (synthia) trying to pry shit out of him as well. so while the devil hunter goes off to change, bakugou tasks himself with putting the groceries away. he leaves out what they'll need for the katsudon.
when denji returns, bakugou's already got an array of things waiting. an egg wash in one bowl, a flour dredge in another, and the seasoned panko coating in a third bowl. the meat lies on a cutting board, getting sliced into thin strips by the blonde's skillful hands, then laid to the side on a plate. compared to denji's current casual wear, bakugou's in much the same, a black t-shirt and black sweatpants with basic slips so he's not walking around barefoot. he tenses up when denji suddenly leans his chin right on his damn shoulder. what the fuck?! persona! space much?!] You wanna get stabbed?!
[though he's not telling denji to... you know... move. it is chilly right now and the added body heat isn't completely unwelcome. even if it's fucking weird to have someone so close. tch, no one's in the kitchen so... maybe he'll just let him get away with it for once. denji's been through a lot.] The meat's not even cooked, dumbass. Go put a carrot in your gullet.
[no, he doesn't think raw meat will be bad for denji. but it won't taste as good. it's not like it's sushi.]
Yeah? You can order rare, medium, well done, blackened, whatever you want. [and just in case-] It's not the same for katsudon though.
[ 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. ]
[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.
[ well, bakugou is the chef here and he will not protest about him taking the lead so long it will taste good— and they both know it will. the kitchen equipment didn't have the best quality, matching the interior of this entire base which is a silent reminder of how it is living in the slums, but the stove never failed to carry its duty. unbothered to move, he reached out through the small gap between bakugou's arm and waistline, aiming for the black knob before twisting it; triggering the fire to come to life. he then sets a temperature, and since the hero mentioned he needs to heat the oil, denji assumed its best to keep it on high intensity. that would get the pot to hit the boil in no time. ]
He deserved it. He tried to rob the cashier when I was about to pay. I didn't make the arrest, though.
[ it was a petty crime, it's not like the guy had a gun/knife to hurt anyone. it was a sad attempt to appear intimidating and it backfired. was it really worth anything more than getting a kick from using the taser for the first time? the cashier was probably armed; denji noticed she was utterly unfazed by the whole ordeal, almost as if dealing with hooligans was part of her job. it felt like a good opportunity to have some fun— nothing too serious. it ended with the guy making a run for it and everything resuming to normal. it was like any other night in this neo-city. ah, it seems bakugou is almost done with the prep, watching him do some minor cleaning around for a bit before he decides to pull away, allowing his partner the freedom to move around without a dead weight on his shoulder. the first thought that occupied his mind was- "... It's cold". perhaps borderline chilly, and denji tugged on his sleeves, covering his forearms before shoving his hands inside the front pocket.
for now, he'd help around when he's needed, quietly picking up on each detail and following bakugou's recipe. he'd shadow him until it was time to set up the table and pull out the glasses for their 'wine'. all denji can find is a boring set, though, but let's all keep indulging in the pretend game to make this more special. ]
[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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penguins? how'd the zoo avoid the tsunami?
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they are more important than half the population here, let's be honest.
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[... maybe. he can't say one way or another. the other part makes him bristle.]
uh-huh.
so if it comes down to it, let you die and save the penguin.
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[ heh, feeling smart with this comeback. ]
how's your shoulder?
can you cook again?
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i'll let it peck your ear off.
[bastard. you're not allowed to outsmart him with simple comments.]
it's fine.
[it's not 100% but he won't say that.]
of course i can cook!
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good.
later tonight, i'm bringing home some meat. be ready.
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what kind of meat?
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the best kind.
steak!
it wasn't cheap so it requires extra attention.
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technically "steak" could still mean kaiju whale meat... it's just a type of cut.
but that's not what denji's getting at, is he.]
you got a special dish in mind you want me to make with it?
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that was the original plan, but he was so sick of eating all those orcas so he couldn't stomach the idea of having more. he is, however, keeping a few nice souvenirs in case some rich freaks are into buying a kaiju's fin. surely they are worth something.
bakugou didn't need to know about this. ]
hmm, maybe some mashed potatoes on the side.
let's get grape juice and pretend we're drinking wine too.
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you really think horny people are going to buy kaiju fins for aphrodisiacs, denji? ... stranger things have been done.]
hmph, dork.
sounds good. i'll make your mouth water.
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.... please don't tell him people can use the fins for horny drugs. he will double the price in a beat. if he knew, he would've stolen more from the corpses they left behind. ]
deal.
it's a date.
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the irony of calling this a date when the other thread is...]how far out are you?
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i'll be there in 20 mins.
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i'll be in the kitchen.
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of course he would share it with bakugou. he's the one who helped him get the job in the first place. not only that, he made sure he understood what his new duties were, how to handle cases and report back; training him from start to finish. he has done so much for him and even a brute like denji knew how to show gratitude when the situation begs for it. by the time he reached the base, he already made a stop at a grocery store along the way and picked up the other ingredients and drinks, walking in with two heavily loaded plastic bags before he placed them on the kitchen counter.
he breathes out, staring at his achievement with subtle pride. he glanced towards bakugou and offered him a thumbs up. ]
I hope you're hungry. I got us the best piece of fresh meat!
[ and no, it's not from a kaiju's carcass. ]
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bakugou's in the kitchen as said earlier, the rice cooker already going with a load of seasoned rice. it'll be a bit before it's done, more than enough time for them to make the rest of the katsudon. he looks over his shoulder when denji arrives, arching a brow when the half-devil sets down two large shopping bags. a steak of meat and a bottle of grape juice can't be the only things he has in that load. but the look of pride on denji's face curbs any comment from bakugou. let the guy have his moment.]
I haven't eaten since breakfast. [so he'll devour whatever they make. leaving the counter, he comes to the table to look at the groceries.] What else did you get outside of steak and "wine"?
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Fresh potatoes for the mash, peanut butter, honey, jam, and fruits. I got some eggs that I totally paid for this time and ... this.
[ inside the store was a small bakery kiosk that appeared to entice a lot of attention for its sponge cake. it sounds average, but there must be a reason people seem to wrestle to get their fresh cut and he got it. two slices sealed in their own plastic container. he's not sure if bakugou enjoyed sweets, but the option will always be there for him to accept or dismiss. denji figured it would be a nice treat to have while watching a movie afterward. again— his teammate is not obligated to amuse him, but they deserve a lazy night after that intense mission, and is there a better way to do it aside from getting cozy on the sofa and enjoying a flick? ]
I'm feeling good ... so I got more things. [ 'happy' is a reach, so denji will stick with 'good' for now. there is a reason why he wanted to voice it out, it's one way to say thank you without being too sentimental. bakugou is starting to be someone very influential to him, even when it is more of him depending on the other boy in an unhealthy way, but it also made denji more— well, protective of him. it's hard to justify this part since he knew the hero did not need anyone shadowing him, and he's not about to baby him either. it's another type of attachment that is too foreign to make sense of.
he leans his head to the side, meeting bakugou's gaze. ]
I need to change. Do you need me here, though?
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bakugou has been tempted to swerve and ram denji's thick head into something when the guy sticks it out the damn window... but he resists the urge and usually just grabs the half-devil's shirt to drag him back inside when it's time.]
Damn, you went all out for this. [ha ha fucking ha on the "paid for" clarification. but when denji mentions "this", bakugou narrows his eyes at the reveal of a surprising dessert. sponge cake? and no some simple fare either. it's obvious the half-devil either waited in line or punched a few people to get to it. while bakugou's not fond of sweets, he doesn't dislike them. lighter sweets are his preference, such as popsicles or ice cream, but every now and then, cakes and cookies aren't bad. he can indulge in this since denji's put in such an effort.]
Heh. Flatterer. [he gets the gratitude in denji's voice and words, accepting in in his own gruff way. it's not like bakugou lets denji mooch off him all the time. if they cook together, they do the dishes together. they're on the same police force together. sometimes grocery shopping together (and damn right they either toggle payments or split the bill). but denji's someone bakugou finds he doesn't mind being around him, doing whatever he's doing. in some ways, he's similar to kirishima, a very honest guy who can exasperate bakugou, yet also proves to be a quiet comfort.]
Go ahead and change. I'll put this away. When you get back, you can help cook. [that's actually a highly-paid compliment coming from bakugo's mouth.]
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it would've been nice to be emotionally intelligent to comprehend why he's feeling this way other than 'me have money. me happy'. it was a lot more than that, but give denji some time to figure it out on his own. for now, he leaves to get himself cleaned followed by a change of clothes. the warm waters return to bliss their base again, and the hot springs are long forgotten. back to their old routine.
as he entered the kitchen again, denji paced himself until he was standing behind the other boy, peering over and catching whatever bakugou was occupied with, probably working his knife skills and chopping away. it was a bit chilly indoors, as the base didn't have the best heating system, so he was wearing a gray hoodie and black sweats to keep himself cozy. gently, he leaned over, resting his chin on bakugou's shoulder as he continued his work; not thinking much of it. power had the habit of being in personal space at all times, and even then denji didn't think it was too weird. ] I am ready to taste test. Gimme.
[ well, it is helping. he is sacrificing his tongue for the sake of perfecting the flavor— surely, bakugou will consider this a crucial role in the cooking process. then again, would anyone trust someone who can stomach eating monsters and devils raw? hmm. ] Oh, and about the steak ... is it true in fancy restaurants you get to choose the way you want it cooked?
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denji shouldn't be too hard on himself. many people find money to be the root of happiness. it provides comfort and security, two things that branch off surviving to make it enjoyable. bakugou won't try to pry any deeper feeling from denji at the moment. he's had enough of people (synthia) trying to pry shit out of him as well. so while the devil hunter goes off to change, bakugou tasks himself with putting the groceries away. he leaves out what they'll need for the katsudon.
when denji returns, bakugou's already got an array of things waiting. an egg wash in one bowl, a flour dredge in another, and the seasoned panko coating in a third bowl. the meat lies on a cutting board, getting sliced into thin strips by the blonde's skillful hands, then laid to the side on a plate. compared to denji's current casual wear, bakugou's in much the same, a black t-shirt and black sweatpants with basic slips so he's not walking around barefoot. he tenses up when denji suddenly leans his chin right on his damn shoulder. what the fuck?! persona! space much?!] You wanna get stabbed?!
[though he's not telling denji to... you know... move. it is chilly right now and the added body heat isn't completely unwelcome. even if it's fucking weird to have someone so close. tch, no one's in the kitchen so... maybe he'll just let him get away with it for once. denji's been through a lot.] The meat's not even cooked, dumbass. Go put a carrot in your gullet.
[no, he doesn't think raw meat will be bad for denji. but it won't taste as good. it's not like it's sushi.]
Yeah? You can order rare, medium, well done, blackened, whatever you want. [and just in case-] It's not the same for katsudon though.
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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 ..... ]
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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.
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He deserved it. He tried to rob the cashier when I was about to pay. I didn't make the arrest, though.
[ it was a petty crime, it's not like the guy had a gun/knife to hurt anyone. it was a sad attempt to appear intimidating and it backfired. was it really worth anything more than getting a kick from using the taser for the first time? the cashier was probably armed; denji noticed she was utterly unfazed by the whole ordeal, almost as if dealing with hooligans was part of her job. it felt like a good opportunity to have some fun— nothing too serious. it ended with the guy making a run for it and everything resuming to normal. it was like any other night in this neo-city. ah, it seems bakugou is almost done with the prep, watching him do some minor cleaning around for a bit before he decides to pull away, allowing his partner the freedom to move around without a dead weight on his shoulder. the first thought that occupied his mind was- "... It's cold". perhaps borderline chilly, and denji tugged on his sleeves, covering his forearms before shoving his hands inside the front pocket.
for now, he'd help around when he's needed, quietly picking up on each detail and following bakugou's recipe. he'd shadow him until it was time to set up the table and pull out the glasses for their 'wine'. all denji can find is a boring set, though, but let's all keep indulging in the pretend game to make this more special. ]
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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.
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