@ofgravitation inquired : 🍽 ─ prepare the christmas dinner together / from ochako! he can't be THAT mad about cooking dbehdbe ╱ christmas time !
𝗖𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗨𝗦𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗗𝗢𝗘𝗦𝗡'𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜 𝗢𝗨𝗧 . it’s usually one of his cathartic exercises that grounds his mind and gets him to focus on the motion of the knife as he slices and chops, the temperature in pans and woks and pots, the sound of sizzling meats and timing it all in his head ╱ it was one of the things he would always look forward to when at home, whether it was on his own or with his parents. around this time of year, though ? cooking became ... stressful.
it’s not anyone’s fault. the young bakugou hasn’t celebrated christmas in years and makes a point to avoid the holiday as much as possible ⸺ it’s only become inescapable when he’s spending it with the class, dooming him into going along with traditions, reminding him that nobody’s safe from the christmas spirit. what they didn’t know was why katsuki kept avoiding it ╱ the stress could be too much. not so much that he’d shut down or anything, but enough for him to feel constantly drained, to feel like he was dragging his feet through the mud just to try and keep up with the rush of the holiday. it only gets worse when he has to do things for christmas.
as for cooking, it would usually be an escape ... but with ochako and himself on prep work for the upcoming christmas dinner, there was suddenly a much larger list of things the blond needed to get done, and that in itself was added pressure. just the sheer notion was stressing him out ╱ it’s evident in the way he’s working through all the vegetables, gaze focusing on his cuts to make sure they’re even. they were feeding 20 people, not including extras like teachers or plus ones.
he doesn’t respond to ochako straight away if she tries to get his attention. it takes a few more attempts before the blond registers that she’s trying to talk to him, crimson gaze locking on hazel ⸺ ah, shit.
❝ what’s that look for ? ❞ katsuki places the knife down and gathers the vegetables with his hands, putting them into a bowl meant for salads ... which he will inevitably have just a small portion on his plate next to the meat they have yet to prepare. ( they really had a long way to go before the prep was even done ╱ katsuki tries to hide the way it’s starting to chip away at his patience, having to deal with the holiday, but he persists. ) ❝ i’m fine, pink cheeks. we’re gonna smash this shit out ‘n call it a fuckin’ day. ❞
at least he was with ochako. that had to count for something, right ?
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