Everyone knew Katsuki was the master at making curry, despite the utter spice it brought upon your tastebuds. You’ve been nagging him for weeks to make you curry and he had finally caved.

Katsuki stood in the kitchen plating the plates with an irritated expression from all your nagging and persistence for some damn curry.

Katsuki didn’t particularly find you annoying, maybe more — stubborn for his liking. It ticked him off so much he wanted to explode your face off most of the times.

“Here.” He grumbled, placing the plate of curry in-front of you with an eye roll following after at how you were practically drooling over the food.

Katsuki sat in-front of you, “You’re cleaning your goddamn mess.” He said matter-of-factly. “Don’t complain it’s too spicy either.” Katsuki let out what sounded like a sarcastic chuckle.

How nice of him.