[ there is a little sheet pinned up in choso's head with Geto Suguru's name on it, and under the heading grows a bulletpoint list of things he has learned about the man since first he truly laid eyes on him. in that moment, he adds a checkmark for 'daughters' next to the 'girls?' bullet.

this was a family man. ]

Nn. That's good.

[ about the girls, he means. about the herculean effort it took to become the world for two (two? more?) entire lives, young and hungry and raw. learning to cook was the least of the duties Geto Suguru has taken on, and choso can almost feel the weight of it in his own bones. ]

Bakugo taught me how. So I have practiced.

[ made a whim into a skill, an understanding of another facet of the living, human world. ]

So if you know other ways to make it taste good, tell me and I will try.