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⌛ Who: Baku and Bakugou
⌛ What: New friends cooking and and hanging out and chilling.
⌛ When: The afternoon after this conversation.
⌛ Where: Bakugou's apartment at Nihonbashi.
⌛ Warnings: Cursing from Bakugou, anything else will be updated.

[Bakugou had sent Baku a list of ingredients earlier that day, including some of the hottest spices he could think of, and then he got to work in ensuring he had all of the needed supplies on hand. He wouldn't need much, neither soba nor udon were very challenging, but he's a perfectionist and he wants to do this right.

He's more excited to cook again for someone than he let on before. He's not good with words, but he can care for people using actions, and cooking for someone helps lessen the worst of his homesickness. He misses the stupid dorm parties he took for granted, or making lunch for him and his friends while grumbling about it the entire time. He's looking forward to doing something similar with his new...friend. He has friends here.

Even if most of his friends weren't dream eaters. It's certainly not the weirdest fact he's learned since he arrived here. He's not that normal himself anyway, and she didn't seem to take his prickly behavior personally. Maybe it would be easier than it had been in the past. Or maybe he'd just yell at her while they ate.]

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[Baku, being the kind who thinks ahead, made sure to buy extra of a few ingredients on the list as well as off - and tea, because she's a proper Japanese creature and who knows, maybe her new friend likes tea, too? If not, well, she brought regular drinks too.

She follows the directions for the address and pauses at the door, out of habit, to smooth out her kimono and her hair. Too much time living as a human makes one develop habits one normally wouldn't care about, and her appearance is one of them. She likes looking cute - it's why she picked this form.

She knocks, then picks up the bag and hums to herself as she waits]

[Hearing the knock, Bakugou approaches the door, not sure what to expect. He remembers her saying she had a human form, but knowing the myths and stories a part of him still thought he'd see her in her original form. So when he opens the door he freezes, mouth forming a small 'o' when he sees a cute looking girl standing there. It's only when he notices the bag that he drops the possibility that maybe she was someone else who stopped at the wrong apartment. Finally he steps away from the door, not inviting her in but merely grunting his invitation as he walks back to the kitchen. He prefers his own fashion over what was popular here, so he's opted to wear his hero costume, the shirt which looks like it has been sewn back together in places.]

You got all the shit?

[she can't help but grin a little bit when he turns around - so she's not what he was expecting, was she. That's fine, she's been getting that a lot here. She steps in and shuts the door behind her, making sure to remove her sandals before stepping in properly, humming an affirmative]

I did. And tea and drinks, if you don't like one or the other.

[Bakugou's head perks up a bit in surprise and he nods over at the counter.]

Tea is fine, everything can go there.

[He wasn't an avid tea drinker, but he liked drinking it sometimes. He kept his apartment clean, though there were some notes and what looked like grenades in the living space that he walks back into, grabbing a ball of string and grinning at Baku.]

I didn't forget.

[oh my god he actually - she bursts into laughter as she moves to set the bag on the counter]

I can't believe you actually did it! I'll even transform to make it authentic.

[. . . they'd probably have to go outside but y'know, small sacrifices to be made in the name of science]

[Bakugou's smile widens and he looks pleased with himself as he sets the ball down and goes to sort through the bag.]

It'll be a lot less weird if you do- you got extra?

[He's just noticing the extra ingredients. He likes cooking, so it will make his job more interesting, but he hopes she didn't spend too much for him. He hates owing friends.]

Mm, as a thank you for cooking for me. It's only basic things, I didn't know what else you would like.

[look at that you don't have to owe her nothing]

These are fine.

[It's Bakugou for they're good, better than he was expecting. He seems to relax a little, his mood brightening as he immediately gets to work. It's clear he's used to doing this, but he's missed cooking for a friend.]

Make yourself at home or whatever, just don't get in my way.

[she makes herself comfortable . . . somewhere she can watch. Bakugou will learn very quickly that for all that she doesn't do a lot of human things like cooking, she loves watching it - like watching an artist at work]

I won't, I won't.

Udon or soba first? Or both?

[He doesn't particularly care, he'll eat either and luckily neither takes very long to prepare. It might just take a bit longer to cook both, considering he has limited cooking utensils and he hasn't had a chance to buy more yet.

He can feel her eyes on him, but he doesn't mind being watched. He knows he's good at this, but unlike training and using his quirk, cooking doesn't have the same kind of burden of expectations he places on himself. It's fun, so if she likes watching he won't say anything (probably).]

Soba. [she doesn't know which one is easier or quicker, but it is the one she likes just a tiny bit more]

Is there anything I can do to help? Or would you rather I stay out of the way.

Soba it is. I call it Explodes and Murders Your Tastebuds Soba!!!

[He smirks over at her as he begins to heat up the vegetables and spices, their aroma wafting through the small space of his apartment.]

Hah? You already helped out. It's my turn.

That sounds exciting.

[Baku says as her tastebuds aren't in danger.

(they're not)

She hums aa little and shrugs, and she knows her manners or else she'd just drape on the counter] If you say so.

It is!

[Bakugou barks back, taking on the cooking with an aggressive and focused zeal. It doesn't take long before the soba is cooking, steam from the boiling water warming up the small space. A few minutes later and Bakugou finishes, bringing two bowls of the spicy dish over to the table, along with two sets of chopsticks.]

Sit down. What drink did you want?

Uwahh . . . you're so quick about it.

[she's seen her friends cook - or well, microwave things mostly, but even then this was impressive. She takes a seat and tilts her head in thought, then:]

Water's fine. Or whatever you decide to have. I'm not very picky.

What, you think this is hard?!

[Bakugou scoffs, even pouring her water and his drink aggressively as he scowls at the liquid. She's less demanding than several of his classmates, so he's enjoyed it so far even if his expression says otherwise.]

I made it as spicy as I could!!!

[He wants to impress her.]

[he's so cute. Baku has definitely decided she's adopting this human, too. So what if she's got a bunch of them now? She does what she wants, fight her]

Ahh, I'm really excited to try it now.

[she means that. She picks up the chopsticks] May I?

[Bakugou smirks at Baku and sits down across from her.]

You say that now, but wait until your tastebuds are being murdered to death!

[He shrugs and nods, trying not to appear as if he cares about her reaction, even though he does. He considers himself a good cook, but this is different from cooking for his classmates. Most of them don't have any taste.] Go for it.

Edited (spelling sorry) 2021-08-26 14:45 (UTC)

Hmm. Thank you for the meal.

[it's time to try this death food. She takes a bite, head tilting - her tastebuds are weird, since human food is certainly not her usual fare, but - her eyes slowly widen and it's a genuine reaction. She takes another bite, looking both confused and intrigued]

I can tell it's hot.

[no shit Baku he said it was gonna murder you]

[Folding his arms, Bakugou tries to look relatively neutral and calm, even as his fingers tap against his arm and betray his impatience and anticipation.

Well. She certainly has a reaction, though he isn't sure if it's a positive one yet and he tries not to look disappointed or frustrated.]

Just hot? It should be explosively scorching your mouth in flavor! I added in all the spices I could without sacrificing flavor!!!

[Should he have added more spices? Has he finally met someone with strong enough tastebuds to withstand his cooking?]

[she takes a third bite - at the very least, it's easy to tell that she really likes it. She chews and swallows before, you know, actually explaining]

I usually can't tell. That it's hot, I mean. I don't have human tastebuds, so some things don't - come across? Like spicy food.

But I can taste it here. It's really good.

[Bakugou leans forward against the table, trying to gauge Baku's reaction. She seems sincere. She thinks it's really good. Not just good, really good. Despite himself, Bakugou feels a surge of pride at the praise. Baku isn't one of his classmates who thinks microwavable noodles count as fine dining.

He's unaware of the bright gold stars that seem to glitter in his hair, betraying him, and finally leans back to take a bite. He chews on it thoughtfully and finishes before he responds.]

I can cook for you more often. If you like it. I'm gonna have to cook for myself anyway, might as well share with someone who has some real taste.

[the nice thing about being as old as she is, is that she has an excellent poker face. When she notices the stars they only get a brief look, but her face doesn't change. She doesn't want to ruin this by pointing out that he might be experiencing some of the strange magic here, she's not rude.

Even if it's cute. Yep, she's keeping this human, too]

I'd love to eat more of your cooking if it's all going to taste like this. [she smiles, small but completely genuine] It deserves to be appreciated.

Yeah?

[Forget the stars, Bakugou is beaming now, practically radiating with pride. He's confident in his cooking and to have someone recognize that is nice.

Pleased, he begins to eat his own food.]

I ain't gonna say no to a polite guest. I'll make it even better next time.

[oh no it's really cute.

Yes this one is hers, back off gods and other creatures, dibs]

I don't doubt that. You take a lot of pride in this, don't you? It shows.

[He doesn't respond immediately until he's finished chewing, leaning back a little as he thinks.]

I don't do anything I don't want to do, but I like cooking so I don't half-ass it. When I lived by myself a lot of the time, I was cooking for myself, but when everyone moved into the dorms I started making stuff for my classmates too. But most of 'em have killed their tastebuds with shitty food, so it ain't really the same.

Surely your food is able to revive some of their tastebuds. [dorms, though. She tilts her head curiously] Do you go to a private school, then? Or university - I don't want to attempt to guess your age and accidentally be rude.

Yeah probably, but they're too stupid to realize it! [He rolls his eyes as he responds, but he doesn't seem too bothered.] It's public, but we've been attacked by shitty villains so much our principal decided to open up some dorms for us.

I'm sorry, but - attacked by shitty villains?

[is . . . is that something that happens in other world's public schools??]

Yeah, ever since quirks, which are basically superpowers became a thing, some people use them for evil and they're known as villains. Some villains prefer petty thievery and shit like that, but then you have others that want to hurt and kill people. There's this group called the League of Villains run by an annoying overpowered edgelord named Shigaraki who likes to target our school and talks too fucking much, along with all his shitty followers.

[And All for One, but Bakugou doesn't like talking about him.

He shrugs and takes a particularly large bite of the delicious noodles, continuing after he finishes.]

It's a pain in the ass, but that's why I'm going to kill them.

Huh. [it's a little strange to her, hearing about humans having powers they're allowed to use so openly - so much so that there's a school for it. It sounds like something out of a movie or a manga.

She purses her lips, reaching for her drink] It sounds like a pain in the ass. I hope you succeed, when it comes to the more dangerous ones.

[He grins at Baku brazenly, not wanting to make her concerned and also to help convince himself of his own words.]

I'll succeed- We'll succeed and murder him together. I'm getting stronger every day, the losers are in for a painful wakeup call. But you're right, they're a huge fucking pain in the ass.

[He takes a sip of his drink.]

Is it really murder when one is simply acting in the best interest of others?

[she doesn't seem concerned, at least. In fact - she seems entirely unbothered beyond her curiosity]

It's a thin line, but it sounds more like you plan on enacting justice than committing murder.

No, it's-

[...He actually doesn't have an answer for that. Normally, he'd follow the rules and expectations that were part of his world, but when it came to people like Shigaraki, especially Shigaraki, he had already taken too many lives and intended to take even more. Bakugou wasn't one to be merciful normally, but especially not when it came to threats like him.

He stares at Baku quietly, still stunned, before he looks down at his food and grunts.]

Yeah. Some people may not see it that way, but someone's gotta do the dirty work.

That's usually how it goes. Sometimes it's the only option.

[the voice of experience. she calmly sits back and takes a sip of her drink, humming a little thoughtfully. It's a little sad, that humans as young as Bakugou have to do that sort of thing, but that's how it used to be, isn't it? Age is just a number in the end]

It might as well be someone who likes winning.

[There are other reasons; there's someone he has to protect and make up to, but it's easier to give a more flippant reason like that.

He stares absentmindedly at the table, finishing off his noodles.]

I might grab seconds, you want anything?

[she hums in agreement, and finally turns her attention back to her own meal, only half-done because she'd got caught up in conversation]

Not right now - but thank you. I feel like I should take my time with this. That's what you're supposed to do, right? When trying someone's cooking.

Yep. [Bakugou pauses as he stands, smirking at Baku.]

It's refreshing to cook for someone who has some fucking manners.

[Returning with more soba, he sits back down and doesn't eat just yet.]

What were you doing before you got here?

[she grins back] I try. Sometimes.

[sometimes, when it's people who she feels are worth trying for]

Specifically or in general? [she pauses to take a bite of food] There's a problem in the human realm of my world that I was helping out with. Depending on how you look at it, I was either fixing it or making it worse.

[His smirk widens in amusement before he turns his attention back to his food as he listens.]

What kind of fucking problem are ya able to make worse and better at the same time? [He looks up from his food skeptically.]

[it's a lot to simplify and explain, but it's not hard to tell how Baku feels about it, as she begins to talk]

The short answer is, humans aren't supposed to know we exist but more of them are being born with - mm, abilities that allow them to know we are real. Like mediums or psychics. Part of my job is dealing with them, because they technically pose a threat to us.

I'm making it worse by finding them and offering them help, rather than sealing their powers away.

Why the hell would you do that?!

[Bakugou grumbles before shoveling a mouthful of noodles into his mouth, chewing on them as he stares at Baku incredulously. After he's done he leans against the table with his chin in his palm.]

Won't that just make shit harder for yourself?

Because that's how it used to be. And the alternative is someone else discovers who they are, and they won't do something as nice as just sealing their powers away. Not everyone like me likes humans.

[she huffs, resting her chin on her hands] I don't think it would make things harder. I think it would make them easier.

I don't like humans. We're assholes. I don't know why you'd like 'em.

Easier how? [He takes a long sip of his drink, pausing in thought.] So you can eat our dreams and shit? Or is there another reason?

Mm . . . the easiest way to explain it is: the gods created me, but humans gave me a reason to exist.

[she faintly shakes her head] We continue living because humans believe we do. But it's been so long since we were allowed to openly interact with them that they've stopped thinking we exist. And it's - mm, dramatic, but it's a death sentence.

So, if they know we're real . . . [a shrug] I don't really care what happens to me, but there's others who don't deserve that fate.

[It's not dramatic. Bakugou is no longer paying attention to his food, staring at the table as he pokes at the noodles.] Screw the gods. It's your life, not theirs, they can hate it all they want but they don't get a say!

[He slams his palms on the table, his anger boiling over.]

Besides, maybe you don't give a shit if you live or not, but I'd be pissed if you died.

[oh no . . . is he angry on her behalf? That's - really sweet, no one ever gets mad for her]

As much as I want to have say, it isn't like that just yet. That's why I'm doing what I'm doing.

[she smiles, small but genuine] I won't die that easily. I'm stubborn.

[Of course, Baku. That's what friends do! He thinks, anyway. Bakugou's expression is still tense, he doesn't seem completely reassured, but he relaxes a fraction when he realizes she's not giving up. He smirks at her teasingly.]

I'm not surprised. But I'm glad I won't have to kill you for getting yourself killed.

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sorry some rl stuff came up!

no worries! <3

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