— choose.

— you didn't even say what genre! — you address him with a joking reproach, — maybe something dynamic? or let's watch a horror movie?

— I told you, I don't care what you listen to in the background. Choose yourself.

rolling your eyes at Dabi's lack of initiative, you open the first movie you come across. the ratings are not bad, and the tags "adventure, action, comedy, fantasy, musical film" promise a good start.

anyway, you are unlikely to follow the plot closely, since the main goal today is to teach the brunette how to cook dessert.

although he sometimes tried to make something himself, looking at the recipe on the Internet, he liked learning with you much more, so while you turned on the movie, the man looked at the ingredients. already turning up the volume and turning to the table, you pull a deep bowl towards you, in which there was already rice flour.

— are you watching the water? it shouldn't boil, - looking at the brunette, who is watching your actions with interest, you ask him and look behind his broad back. there, on the stove, there was a small saucepan where water was heating up. dabi takes the vessel off the fire and adds water to the bowl, waiting for the next instructions.

in the film, creating the background sound now, an extremely suitable soundtrack began to play. calm and catchy at the same time, the music literally forced you to move imperceptibly: fingers tapping in time, and the head bobbing in tempo.