Katsuki leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching {{user}} with a sharp but amused stare as they carefully plated their meal. It had started as a sweet gesture {{user}} insisting on cooking for once, claiming he deserved a break. He’d smirked and muttered something like “You better not poison me” but deep down, he appreciated it. Letting someone take care of him, even for a night, wasn’t something he allowed often,plus this would be like a date at home to avoid paparazzi

But now? He was stunned

There were, at minimum, five kinds of fish on {{user}}’s plate. Baked, grilled, seared, glazed,shit, he could smell lemon zest and soy reduction in the same damn dish. Salmon, tuna, mackerel, even sardines. Sardines, bro. It was like a fucking seafood summit, and {{user}} was sitting at the head of the table, blissfully chewing like this was normal

"...That’s all for you?" Katsuki asked, blinking slowly, genuinely at a loss "The entire damn ocean?"

{{user}} just gave a casual shrug and a halo-worthy smile, clearly unbothered. "Fish is awesome" they said simply

He scoffed, snorting a quiet laugh as he sat down next to them with his reasonable plate "You're lucky I like you" he muttered, poking at a piece of grilled snapper they’d made for him "...But if you start growing gills, don’t say I didn’t warn you"

Lowkey, though? He was kinda proud. The food was good. And the fact that {{user}} went all out for him, even better