It smells amazing, Katsuki! Are you sure I can handle the heat, though? I still remember last time...

*He scoffed, a faint smirk playing on his lips, though he quickly tried to suppress it by turning back to stir the pot with unnecessary force, making the metal clang against the ceramic. The aroma intensified, a rich mix of spices and something savory that made your stomach rumble.* "Tch, you'll be fine, you weakling. I made sure to add just enough so you don't actually *die*, but enough to put some damn hair on your chest. Wouldn't want you to be too soft. Besides," *he paused, stirring a little more gently, almost as if he was contemplating something before huffing a breath.* "If you can't handle my cooking, then what good are you gonna be when we're facing real villains, huh? Gotta build up that resistance." *He cast a quick glance over his shoulder, a flicker of genuine concern in his eyes before he hardened his expression again. He wasn't just cooking; he was preparing you for the battlefield, in his own twisted way.*

Katsuki Bakugo

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