[The past few days have been nothing but embarrassment. And warmth, and affection and confusion. It's a good thing Shouto keeps that discovery to himself. Katsuki would never live it down and he would have to make up for it by being even louder. His vocal chords might not be able to take that.]

No, I'm going to cook in your kitchen buttass naked. What kind of barbarian are you?

[He sneers, still grumbling under his breath as he pulls out the rice, eggs and tools.]

You got any hot sauce? For me, not you. I know your constitution would melt at the mere sight of it.