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"You never cook."
It's a suspicious complaint by none other than Dabi.
And yes, he's right, but they tried their best for him. They practiced a simple receipt over and over again to perfection just to repay the many times he's cooked for them.
Hawks sucks at anything involving the stove and if it were possible they'd have burnt water before but... they succeeded. Their simple dish won't come close to any of the stuff Dabi can easily whip up but they are confident it's good.
Not a palate pleaser, maybe, but edible.
Uh. Yeah.
Dabi narrows his eyes at them, ever more suspicious. "This is poisoned, isn't it?"
They huff a breath, take their fork and pierce his omelette rice, cutting off a bit. Their eyes rest on his until they swallowed.
If he needed proof that's the best they can provide.
"Is not." They offer and sit back down. He takes his own fork and prods at the food as if it's about to stand up and walk off or something.
"Hey, I was trying to be nice and appreciative here." They feel their mood go a little sour. Why does he have to be like this?
"Never asked for--" He stops in his tracks, then shakes his head. His voice shrinks as he picks up. "Thanks."
They sigh but smile. He takes his knife and actually eats.
And he doesn't stop until he's done, licking his lips rather than using a napkin to wipe his mouth.
They stopped eating at some point to watch him.
"What?" He asks with a frown. They blink and shake their head. Were they unconsciously hoping for praise? Not on their weak ass cooking. Nah.
"It was good." He mutters and carries his dish to the sink.
Good? Are their ears playing tricks on them?
"Excuse me--"
"I said they were good!"
They decide not to bother him for extra praise, he hardly gives them anything to begin with. They're satisfied.
The tap is still on as he mutters about the fluffy texture and wonders about how they did this.
Heh.
Maybe they'll cook more often from now on.