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Katsuki Bakugou ⬤ MHA
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[WOW, Mom!!! He can cook a nice meal for someone he cares about just because. Don't tease her, huh...]

Let's murder it!

[He notices it, but adults are weird. It's not like she leaves her plate empty, so he doesn't suspect that she's just humoring him.]

You ain't wrong. Stupid sauce won't know what hit it.

[He says that, but his fork hovers inches above the plate, and he still waits for Angela's reaction.

He's not always good at reading people's sincerity with words, but he's an expert at reading when someone thinks food is complete garbage, and the way Angela eagerly but quietly takes each bite is not similar to someone forcing themselves.

Hell. She likes it.

He slowly releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding, forgetting about his food for a moment, twirling the fork in his hands to still some of the edge. There's that warm sensation again. It engulfs his body until he can barely see or hear his surroundings. It feels good, to not be rejected for everything but his quirk. Fucking weird.

Right. Food. He snaps out of it, even though that warmth lingers, lifting the pasta up to try it himself.

Not bad.]