[ Katsuki also hadn't said what he did, to make Izuku feel pressed by a weight of scrutiny. He finds his fists tensing up in his pockets, as if he said the wrong thing again and failed to make his point across. Now that everything was over, it was like he was trying too hard to look over his own words and actions. ]

Just hurry up then, what the fuck do you want to eat? Don't touch the kitchen, don't need your dirty hands getting all over and mixing everything in it. We just restocked. [ His steps continue towards the kitchen with an expectant look over his shoulder, insinuating that Izuku better be following close behind him. ]