He is so going to win this shit!
He grins smugly at Kurogiri as the timer goes off and he gets it from the oven. Its browned and crisp, the smell making his mouth water. He moves quickly, picking it up carefully to cut off the wire around it.
The cooking scissors snip with four satisfying sounds and he cuts it into pieces. This is his element; cooking is something he knows like the back of his hand.
There is no way he is going to lose.
He turns to the stove top and makes sure the water is boiling. He dips the noodles into the water, holding the handle of the strainer steady so they cook well.
He grabs a noodle bowl with intercut designs. They are gold and the bowl is dark green. It depicts a dragon flying around in a bunch of clouds. He puts some of the broth in the bowl, watching the steam rise.
He puts the noodles into the bowl after shaking out the liquid a little. He puts the pieces of the chashu pork nicely on top, making sure it looks good.
He glances at Kurogiri for a second before getting the toppings like nori and a soft boiled egg. He puts his hands on his hips, stepping back to look at his finished bowl.
He rings the bell next to him and wipes at his face with a towel. He gives Kurogiri, who rings the bell a second after, a devilish grin. They set their bowls carefully on a small table in between their two stations.
Kurogiri's bowl is grey, with the same dragon design as Katsuki's bowl. Two pairs of chopsticks rest on the sides, ready for the testers.
They both stand proudly, scanning over the crowd. Thats when Katsuki's eyes meet bright green.
He stares at Izuku and feels his chest warm up. Especially when the nerd smiles and gives him a thumbs up. It's ruined though because a second later, his eyes land on inko Midoriya herself.
She stares hard at Katsuki, her arm noticeably constricting around Izuku's own. She pulls him down and says something in his ear.
It makes Izuku stand up straighter, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Katsuki gets that feeling and glares at her.
Kurogiri points to someone in the crowd, calling them up.
"You will be the first one to try. Do not be afraid to be honest. This is a competition after all."
The cook steps up to the table, getting ready to take a bite of Kurogiri's first. The man gives him one last message before he can though.
"And if i find out that you aren't being completely honest and are making biased decisions, i will have you killed."
The man nervously looks at him, nodding quickly.
"Of course, sir."
The chef takes the chopsticks and slurps up the noodles. Katsuki taps his foot, folding his arms tighter around himself.
He isn't nervous, and anyone who says he is can go die.
Still, he finds himself looking for Izuku to see if he's watching or not.
Of course the nerd is, his eyes showing his thoughts so clearly Katsuki almost laughs.
Well the nerd is allowed to be nervous. After all, he's the one who's going to win.
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RomanceMy name is Katsuki Bakugou. I'm in love with a boy. Hes popular, smart, kind, and sweet. He is absolutely perfect. But the problem is, I'm a boy. I want nothing more than to go up to him and tell him how i feel. I see him every day and he seems to n...
