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“The thing about working with sweet pastry is that it never goddamn listens to you,” Katsuki says, finely crumbling the flour and butter together. The kitchen is light and airy, the sun contouring Katsuki’s face attractively. “And it doesn’t like being touched. But you gotta let it be a little bitch. Leave it the fuck alone if it’s being pissy, or you’ll just end up with cracked dough and broken dreams, and no one’s here for that shit.”
From behind the camera, Deku giggles, and Katsuki glares at him pointedly.
“Deku over here thinks that I’m fucking joking, but he can’t bake to save his damn life, so I don’t see what’s so funny,” Katsuki snarks at the camera, briefly moving to the sink to rinse his hands before wiping them off on a towel and heading back to his work space. Deku dutifully follows his actions with his camera.
Katsuki picks up a bowl of icing sugar and tips it into the bowl, narrating as he does so.
“So the icing sugar’s in, but obviously we gotta fucking mix it,” the blonde explains, picking up a blunt knife. “I always use blunt knives because that wooden spoon shit is a lie, and knives are so much better...for all sorts of things.” He waves the knife a little in Deku’s direction, prompting more laughter.
“Kacchan, careful!”
“Don’t worry; I’m not gonna hurt you,” Katsuki scoffs, mixing in the icing sugar expertly with his knife. “...yet.”
“Kacchan!”
“Joking, joking, don’t give me that look,” he defends, shaking his head at Deku’s mock pout. “Yeah, whatever, the egg’s gotta go in now, but you better be fucking careful, because too much of that shit and the dough will just become a wet mess.” He pauses for a second. “Fuck, I didn’t mean it like, you know what I fucking meant. Anyway.”
Deku chuckles yet again.
“Fuck you, Deku, you don’t get any of my baking if you keep fucking laughing,” Katsuki grumbles, but he’s smiling.
He carefully pours in the egg until the dough lifts from the bowl, placing it on a floured surface before opening his mouth to speak again.
“Not only is it a petty bitch, but it’s a lazy bitch, so it needs to rest,” Katsuki tells the camera, wrapping the dough in a clear plastic bag. “All we gotta do is put it in the freezer and let it do whatever the hell it does for about twenty minutes before we flatten it with the rolling pin. Luckily, you dipshits don’t have to wait, because we’re just gonna skip to that shit for you. See you fuckers in twenty. For us, at least.”
Katsuki gives the camera the middle finger up in (temporary) farewell, Deku’s cue to stop recording. As soon as he clicks the camera off, Deku is stepping up behind Katsuki and snuggling against his back, breathing in the fresh scent of baking as his arms come around Katsuki’s waist.
“Kacchan, you’re so talented,” he murmurs against Katsuki, and Katsuki rolls his eyes, leaning back against the shorter man all the same. “Can’t wait to taste the pastry — it’ll be delicious!”
“Not as delicious as you,” Katsuki returns cheekily, and Deku splutters.
“K-Kacchan!!”
And then Deku starts snickering against him.
Contrary to what people who watch the vlogs must think, Katsuki actually adores Deku’s laughter, content to stand in the kitchen with the person he loves and live in the moment.