[at least bakugo's focusing on the cooking and not on choso staring at him while he works. he knows he is? to a degree. but he also knows the guy's a little weird and if he's half curse who isn't even a year old yet, theoretically, is it really going to matter?
... plus he promised not to beat him, for yuji's sake.
and this is the guy who asked about biting people.
at least the pan steals choso's attention so it's not that awkward for too long. bakugo catches the spatula handle, adjusting the tofu slices in the skillet a bit to make sure they have equal coverage. yeah, don't wanna splatter the guy would an oil pop.]
[ another scrap of someone else, quickly filed away like a clandestine note. ‘tofu spicy grilled with tuna or eel’ stuck in the same notebook as yor’s ‘any flavour + dango’ and malkuth’s ‘potato’. ]
It smells good.
[ how fascinating that a simple block of tofu could attain this aroma. despite the hiss and crackle, choso hovers an inch or two closer again, head up while he peers down the length of his nose at the goings-on in the pan.
this was a wildly different kitchen adventure from yuji’s attempts at chocolate. this was… cooking. ]
[choso's making a notebook of people's likes and dislikes. it's a good thing bakugo's had experience with midoriya, who does the same kind of obsessive note taking when it comes to people or things he likes. trivia monger... it's fucking creepy most of the time.]
Duh. I'm not making durian.
[once he judges the one side done, bakugo flips the twin slices, revealing a browned underside that's a bit shiny and definitely crunchy. they don't have a grill press to get the actual grill lines, but whatever. the seasoning in the herbs and spices mix with the oil and elevate the tofu's natural mellow bland.
bakugo's not going to hit choso with a mouthful of hot sauce on first-time cooking. mercifully...]
Spicy.
[yeah, he's not singling out a single flavor. deal with it.]
You've had some time to put shit in your mouth. What do you like?
[ choso's head tilts at mention of 'durian', another term he runs through the old braingoogle machine, another weird nugget to examine later. (why so stinky, why eat if so stinky??) ]
I don't put shit in my mouth. That's unhygienic.
[ on anyone else, this would be a stupid joke. toppling out of choso's mouth like it is, it can be nothing less than face value. ]
I like the leafy greens. Liver. A bitter thing called 'kale'.
[good question. some people say the taste is a lot better than the smell, though since what, 60%? of taste is due to smell, that doesn't sound like it adds up. it's more the spiky death ball fruit from above is the interesting part.
mental note: choso = shoto. incredibly socially awkward and literal.]
Fucking literal...
[he is NOT going to explain the varied nuances of the word "shit" as a curse word descriptor placeholder for things in general. nope. ask someone else.]
Kale is a leafy green. Fitting you'd like liver. Tastes like blood.
[and yeah, the iron-richness is a thing. don't introduce choso to the good friend: iron fish.]
Here.
[bakugo flips the pieces of tofu onto a small plate and passes it to choso, thumb pinning a pair of chopsticks on the side.]
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Date: 4/23/24 23:12 (UTC)... plus he promised not to beat him, for yuji's sake.
and this is the guy who asked about biting people.
at least the pan steals choso's attention so it's not that awkward for too long. bakugo catches the spatula handle, adjusting the tofu slices in the skillet a bit to make sure they have equal coverage. yeah, don't wanna splatter the guy would an oil pop.]
Spicy grilled with tuna or eel.
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Date: 4/24/24 06:20 (UTC)It smells good.
[ how fascinating that a simple block of tofu could attain this aroma. despite the hiss and crackle, choso hovers an inch or two closer again, head up while he peers down the length of his nose at the goings-on in the pan.
this was a wildly different kitchen adventure from yuji’s attempts at chocolate. this was… cooking. ]
Of all flavours, what do you prefer?
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Date: 4/24/24 23:17 (UTC)Duh. I'm not making durian.
[once he judges the one side done, bakugo flips the twin slices, revealing a browned underside that's a bit shiny and definitely crunchy. they don't have a grill press to get the actual grill lines, but whatever. the seasoning in the herbs and spices mix with the oil and elevate the tofu's natural mellow bland.
bakugo's not going to hit choso with a mouthful of hot sauce on first-time cooking. mercifully...]
Spicy.
[yeah, he's not singling out a single flavor. deal with it.]
You've had some time to put shit in your mouth. What do you like?
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Date: 5/2/24 06:36 (UTC)I don't put shit in my mouth. That's unhygienic.
[ on anyone else, this would be a stupid joke. toppling out of choso's mouth like it is, it can be nothing less than face value. ]
I like the leafy greens. Liver. A bitter thing called 'kale'.
[ aren't those just iron-rich foods... ]
Miso.
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Date: 5/2/24 06:43 (UTC)mental note: choso = shoto. incredibly socially awkward and literal.]
Fucking literal...
[he is NOT going to explain the varied nuances of the word "shit" as a curse word descriptor placeholder for things in general. nope. ask someone else.]
Kale is a leafy green. Fitting you'd like liver. Tastes like blood.
[and yeah, the iron-richness is a thing. don't introduce choso to the good friend: iron fish.]
Here.
[bakugo flips the pieces of tofu onto a small plate and passes it to choso, thumb pinning a pair of chopsticks on the side.]
Wait for it to cool down.