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Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight

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CHARACTER NAME

Katsuki Bakugō

CIVILIAN NAME

Shōri Bakudan

TEAM

EVERLIGHT 💥

HOUSING NUMBER

008

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[saudadist]

[ Exact measurements? Pah. If cooking can't be summarized with "fuck it we ball," is it really even cooking? ]

Syrup, pepper paste, sugar, simmer... [ Mentally, she makes a note of it all. The implant's handy for that sort of thing, at least. ] Good to know.

[blastedass]

[THAT'S THE FUCKING DEFINITION OF COOKING!! Otherwise you're just wasting food to make an inedible mess!]

This one didn't reduce enough to be as thick as you wanted.

[Flavor's there, just not to viscosity.]

[saudadist]

[ There's no such thing as an inedible mess! Just happy accidents!! ]

Damn. [ It's still good, at least. Not perfect, but to her? It's not making her sick so that's good enough. ] Next batch will be better.

[blastedass]

[Has she been in a kitchen with an inedible mess? Or is she the kind to eat burnt sugar off the burner? ... Ew.]

It better be.

[He just told her how to improve.]

[saudadist]

[ Fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball, you get it ]

Your everlasting faith in me is inspiring.

[ Which is why she plucks a rice cake right off his plate, as hers are all gone. ]

[blastedass]

[THAT'S STILL NOT FUCKING COOKING!! AND YOU KNOW IT!!]

I didn't give you advice to ignore it.

[He glares at the theft, but samples a third one now.]

Did you make the rice cakes or buy them?

[saudadist]

[ NOT EVERYONE GREW UP WITH ACCESS TO A KITCHEN POM-CHAN RAMSAY 🙄 ]

I bought it. I checked the reviews to make sure it wasn't a bad brand.

[blastedass]

[YOU GOT ACCESS TO ONE NOW, WORK IN A BAR, AND HAVE PEOPLE AROUND WHO CAN COOK!!

IT'S CALLED LEARNING OPPORTUNITY!!]

That's fine. They're not bad. You can focus on the flavoring and sauce more.

[saudadist]

[ WHO SAID SHE'S NOT TRYING TO LEARN KACCHI, GET YO LIFE TOGETHER ]

Sounds like a plan. Paste, syrup, sugar, simmer... [ She can already see it. The next batch will be incredible. Or middling but hey, progress is progress is progress. ]

[blastedass]

[HIS LIFE IS ALREADY TOGETHER, DAMMIT!! He came downstairs, didn't he?!]

The paste and syrup will add color and thickening, while the water makes sure it won't burn as it reduces. [Just don't look away from it for too long because it has a quick turnover once it reaches a certain state...]

[saudadist]

Maybe I should start paying you for cooking lessons.

[ He Knows Things, and she doesn't. And learning by herself is rewarding for what not to do but it's a waste of ingredients if it's a catastrophic failure. But they'd hardly ever have the time, she's sure. ]

[blastedass]

I'll charge you an arm and a leg for my expertise!

[Not really, but it wouldn't be Bakugou if he wasn't a brat about shit. He doesn't want her to waste food trying to experiment with shit unguided. It'd work out, right?]

[saudadist]

[ There are a multitude of things she could say back. Brat vs brat combat and all that. But, ever the master of the deadpan stare, she does just that to him for a few seconds before glancing away and tapping her chin. ]

So you want me to get the bio limbs, then? I mean, I guess I could. Might be more helpful for cooking.

[blastedass]

[Yeah, he's already had practice with the deadpan stare and goes back eating without an issue. The sauce isn't a bad flavor despite being thinner than wanted. The texture of the rice cakes are pretty good too... He should ask about the brand she used. Just in case...]

Bio limbs? Your tentacles or something else?

[saudadist]

Bio limbs...to replace the arm and a leg you charge.

[ staaaaaaaare ]

It sailed over your head huh?

[blastedass]

Cause it was stupid.

[Don't make shitty jokes like that. They're duds before they even leave the mouth.]

Can you use your extra arms for kitchen work?

[He knows she doesn't exactly like to, but hey, learning to use her gifts for positive efforts can go a long way to countering any negative associations with said gifts.]

[saudadist]

[ She's so, so, so, so, so tempted to say something along the lines of "the joke wasn't stupid because you didn't get it," but... ]

They're sharp enough for that, so I could, yeah.

[blastedass]

[Chicken. And he'd return that it really was fucking stupid. Some babies are ugly. Some jokes are stupid. World's not passing out participation awards.]

Just sharp?

[She talked about their dangerous sides, but are they purely offensive weapons with no other alternates?]

[saudadist]

Sharp, ridiculously fast...but they're also very precise. Down to the cellular level, even.

[ She finishes off the last of her tteokbokki, a thoughtful hum coming from deep in her throat. ]

Looking for a demonstration?

[blastedass]

So you can't use them like octopus tentacles.

[Meaning picking up a knife or handling a head of cabbage.]

You already cooked.

[saudadist]

I can do whatever I want with them. Anything you can think to do with your hands and even more.

[ She points to her head, right at her temple, and her vectors reach over to pick up her plate, even moving the chopsticks a couple times as if she had them between her real fingers. ]

I could even probably cinch off a potential hemorrhage in your brain if you felt particularly stressed.

[blastedass]

Then why the hell do you always start and stop with the violent, offensive aspects, rather than focus on everything you can do with them?

[He's noticed that both times he's spoken to her about the vectors. Even now, she started and stopped with slicing, never once talking about potential uses that didn't involve dismemberment.]

[saudadist]

[ Rather than answer, she goes quiet. Deathly quiet, her eyes staring through him, as if she's a million miles away. Only when she blinks and looks back down at her plate does she seem to come back from...wherever she was. ]

I'm not gonna bore you with sob stories. Only found a positive use for them right before I died.

[ She stands up slowly and cleans up her dishware, leaving no speck of sauce or crumbs behind. ]

Satisfied?

[blastedass]

[There's no flinching, retreat, or averted gaze from Bakugo. His red eyes remain on hers without moving, waiting for an answer despite the silence preparing him for something less than positive in response.

The answer's unexpected. He didn't expect Kaede to be one of the "I'm dead back home" crowd.

But thanks for not boring him with sob stories. Bakugo rises to clear his own place. He's not one to leave his stuff for others to clean up.]

You have a lot of opportunity to use them positively now. Focus on that and it'll get easier.

[He speaks in a way that suggests there's some familiarity with this kind of thing in his past.]

[saudadist]

[ Inside, she doesn't believe that. She doesn't want to. Her power is innately destructive even if she found a last minute healing skill with it. A power that ate her alive when overused.

Her left hand twitches at the memory. But, after that surgery, that shouldn't happen again. It won't. It can't. Instead, she can use that healing skill to try and make herself better.

The longer the focus is on her, the more she starts to itch. ]

Hmmmm? Awfully muted of you. I expected "get better or die, Pinky" or something.