It's nostalgic, Midoriya thinks as he finally catches Kaworu peeking at him. (How long was he doing that?) Midoriya got very used to getting ready alongside the boys in the UA dorm. Living alone in Trench was quite the adjustment. He desperately wants to shower off the party from last night, and he can't fault Paul for thinking similarly. Midoriya is about to ask if he may invoke guest and friend privileges and ask to borrow a much-needed shower and shirt--
Damn it. He skates his eyes away when he remembers the curve of Paul's smile as he teased him. A guy at least has the right to be comfortable in his own home, and the baths at UA are communal. Midoriya is very capable of not looking like an idiot. He definitely does not look look an idiot as he belatedly, as Paul reminds him of the lizard, picks up the condom-wrapped eggplant and tosses it in the trash. It's for Shinji-kun's sake.
Putting breakfast in their faces first will cure the hangover faster. Midoriya finishes the cooking, but he does ask the others to procure their own drinks and sundry of choice. He folds rice flavored with stock, ketchup, and leftover chicken into a large pan of slightly runny scramble. The end result is rice wrapped with a thin scrambled egg sheet. (It's slightly open on one end, because the cook is hungover.) He piles ketchup on top, and it barely has time to run down the side before he divides the omurice into three.
There's silence for a bit as they tuck into breakfast with the efficiency of three hungry teenagers. Midoriya wants to follow through on his earlier thought and assign Paul and Kaworu dish duty.
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Damn it. He skates his eyes away when he remembers the curve of Paul's smile as he teased him. A guy at least has the right to be comfortable in his own home, and the baths at UA are communal. Midoriya is very capable of not looking like an idiot. He definitely does not look look an idiot as he belatedly, as Paul reminds him of the lizard, picks up the condom-wrapped eggplant and tosses it in the trash. It's for Shinji-kun's sake.
Putting breakfast in their faces first will cure the hangover faster. Midoriya finishes the cooking, but he does ask the others to procure their own drinks and sundry of choice. He folds rice flavored with stock, ketchup, and leftover chicken into a large pan of slightly runny scramble. The end result is rice wrapped with a thin scrambled egg sheet. (It's slightly open on one end, because the cook is hungover.) He piles ketchup on top, and it barely has time to run down the side before he divides the omurice into three.
There's silence for a bit as they tuck into breakfast with the efficiency of three hungry teenagers. Midoriya wants to follow through on his earlier thought and assign Paul and Kaworu dish duty.