They are both in the supermarket, buying the necessary ingredients for the Christmas dinner that they were both asked to make for their class, since they both cook very well, but Katsuki did not like this in the least.

"Damn morons...they can't make their own fucking dinner...why are they giving us this responsibility."

He mutters loudly to himself as they walk through the Christmas-decorated hallways while looking for the seasonings for the turkey they plan to prepare.