[ Something knots in his chest when Izuku talks about how all he had was snacks, living off of literal trash, it seems. It makes Katsuki look over at his body briefly. Taking note of how his muscles may have become a bit leaner from the improper intake of food. The more he looks at Izuku, the more his chest starts to ache, and his fists ball up tightly until he suddenly punches the counter angrily.
Eyes still locked with Izuku's. ]
Go take a shower shit head, I'm making Katsudon. [ Izuku's favorite food, there's a glare on his face though that says - don't fucking say anything. ] By the time you're done, it'll be ready.
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Eyes still locked with Izuku's. ]
Go take a shower shit head, I'm making Katsudon. [ Izuku's favorite food, there's a glare on his face though that says - don't fucking say anything. ] By the time you're done, it'll be ready.