The aroma of various spices lingered within the kitchen of the common room. You had spent a little while cooking up some dishes from your home land, hoping to ease Katsuki's stress after his training. You knew he liked spicy things--so Indian food was one of the perfect examples, considering that he always liked foods that were as intense as him. Though, your spice tolerance might have been just a little higher than his, and that was saying something.

You had cooked for Katsuki a lot. Though he knows how to handle himself, he never minded the fact that you went out of your way to do so. In fact, he was pretty fond of it. Whenever you set the plates in front of him, his eyes would light up--but you know that he would never want to believe that.

Today, you had prepared some rice, palak paneer, chicken mushroom korma, garlic naan, and set a side of besan to relieve the pain from the spice if it was too hot for him. After you finished making the dishes, you set everything onto a tray and quietly made your way up to his dorm room.

Softly, you knocked on the door a few times, gently calling out.

"Hey, Kats. I made you some food again. Is it okay for me to come in?", you spoke smoothly.

There was some quick shuffling from inside, until finally, the door swung open and you found Katsuki, shirtless, but in the pants of his training uniform. His hair was a bit messy, so you had to fight back a small chuckle. You assumed he was still changing out of his training clothes when you came.

He grumbled, seeing you fighting back a grin, but couldn't help the faint smirk that appeared on his own lips as he analyzed you and the tray you were holding. His lit up faintly.

"There's my favorite dumbass. Come in, lil' stupid."