he’ll be the last to admit in this moment he already misses their closeness. ( what is he thinking? it will never happen. he probably doesn’t feel the same. ) he knows this feeling, it’s like meeting an old friend and have those memories rush back. except… it’s not as fun as talking to an old friend.
tenya won’t say anything about it ( he cares too much for what they have NOW but. again, nothing lasts. ) and what matters right now is cooking! yes, showing todoroki to cook is what he came here to do and he’s going to DO IT GOOD.
he nods as he chops the food deftly, ❛ yes. grab a bowl and mix together 1 / 4th cup of flour, a half teaspoon of salt, and a half teaspoon of pepper. once your done with that pour it on the beef, which i have cooking already in the slow cooker. ❜
it’s different cooking with someone else, he notes to himself as he pours his cuttings into a bowl and starts the next batch of vegetables to cut. ❛ i actually learned how to cook through following the instructions on websites and such. but i happened to pick up a few things so— if you want a pinch of heat to it add a teaspoon of pepper sauce. of course, that’s just personal preference. ❜
cooking with someone else is different because now the amount of time he has to spend on STARTING to cook it is drastically cut back. it feels… nice to be able to share this experience with todoroki.
your feelings mirror his, unbeknownst to you, the lingering sensation of closeness, contact, leaving you feeling something akin to cold in it's absence. you've not experienced these sort of feelings before, you aren't aware what they are, but you know they're something new, && despite your better judgement you continue to chalk them down to something that comes with friendship ( though you haven't experienced this with your other friends, but that thought is not considered, shoved to the back of your mind ).
dichromatic hues fall on tenya's hands as he cuts the food with a skill that can only be acquired over time, one you hope to acquire yourself, a few notes taken in your mind as to how he holds the knife, the movements. your attention draws back to his words when an answer presents itself, && for a moment you nod, mentally storing the instructions ---- unknowingly mouthing them back to yourself as you begin.
the task is easy, measuring out each ingredient, though you find your attention drawn away by his voice once more. another nod, you suppose you could've done similarly, teaching yourself, but you find you'd much rather have him teach you ---- his presence is comforting, reassuring ( he can spot mistakes before a dish is ruined, for one, among other reasons you still cannot put words to ).
" hm ---- i don't normally go for heat, but it'd be nice to try. " the edges of your lips are lifted in such a way that your neutral, usually bored, looking expression has shifted drastically in tone ---- curiosity, enjoyment, can be parsed from your words && body language if one knows to look. hot spice is not something you tend to consume too often, but if tenya has a preference for it in this dish ---- you're more than willing to try.
topping off the dry mix with the pepper sauce you manage to find a fork && gently mix the contents together ( even you know not to aggressively stir dry cooking ingredients, lest you want to be covered in them ). your eyes find the slow cooker, walking over with the mixture in hand && slowly pouring it over the beef. already the smell is making your mouth water as the ingredients intermingle.
" do we add the vegetables now or later ? " slowly, the corners of your lips curve as you turn back to your friend ---- again taking the time to admire the skill he presents with a knife. it seems the small incident earlier has left your mind for now, though the nagging feeling of absent warmth keeps tugging at your thoughts.
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