Undead Revolution (⛔☁️)

S4 - 3. [Simple Things]

Note: I can't cook for shit, I'm a bad adult

"Well, looks like we're going to have to get creative," Katsuki muttered to himself.

As he surveyed the limited ingredients in Teskai's kitchen, his culinary instincts kicked into high gear. With no small disappointment in the lack of options, he set to work, his hands moving with practiced precision as he improvised a meal.

He started by chopping an assortment of slightly wilted vegetables he found in the fridge, deftly slicing through them with a very unused kitchen knife. Next, he raided the cabinets for spices, adding a dash of this and a pinch of that to enhance the flavors of his dish.

With the vegetables prepped and the spices at the ready, Katsuki turned his attention to the protein. He rummaged through the freezer and let out a triumphant cheer when he found a package of breaded chicken breasts buried beneath an almost expired box of frozen pizza.

Tossing the chicken onto a tray and into the oven. While the chicken cooked, Katsuki turned his focus to the other dishes.

Of course the moron was out of rice... Katsuki was gonna strangle the hacker one of these days. He boiled a pot of water and tossed in a few handfuls of pasta and a pinch or two of salt.

As the various components of the meal came together, the kitchen filled with the aroma of herbs and spices, creating an atmosphere of warmth and comfort.

Finally, after what felt like and probably was, hours of cooking, Katsuki plated the meal with care, arranging each dish with an artistic flourish. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, a sense of pride swelling within him at the sight of the delicious spread he had created from the humble ingredients at hand.

With a satisfied grin, Katsuki called out to Teskai, announcing that dinner was served. And as they sat down to enjoy the feast that Katsuki had prepared with his own two hands, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment wash over him.

Cooking had always been a passion of his, a way to channel his creativity and express himself in ways that words never could. And as he watched Teskai dig into the meal with gusto, Katsuki couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple joy of good food and good company.

"Yo're h'red" The teen announced through a mouthful. He grimaced in disgust.

Katsuki's phone then buzzed with a text from his father. He wanted to know where Katsuki was staying.

Instead of answering, he decided to call them. They accepted the incoming video call.

"Hey" Katsuki greeted, holding up his phone to show them the meal he had prepared. "Check it out"

His father's face appeared on the screen, his eyes lighting up with pride at the sight of the meal. "Well, I'll be damned" He said with a chuckle.

Katsuki couldn't resist a playful jab at Teskai's culinary skills. "You won't believe what passes for food in this dumbass's place. It's like a survival kit for a nuclear winter. All instant noodles and frozen shit" He remarked with a smirk, earning a chuckle from his parents.

"Show him how it's done. Bakugou's are just better" His mother chimed in.

Katsuki grinned, "i'll turn this sad shack into a proper place in no time" He said confidently, winking at Teskai, who rolled his eyes in good-natured annoyance.

"You're lucky you're a good cook" The boy mumbled. "You can't beat a good cup of ramen on a rainy day though, it's just a necessity. I'd die without it"

Katsuki's mother scoffed. "No wonder you're so damn skinny"

Teskai stuffed another mouthful of chicken into his mouth, flipping off the camera. His mother returned the gesture with a grin.

It was the simple things in life that made it better. Pasta dinners, video chats, movie nights, and blowing out Department K's brains.

Yeah, the simple things.

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