[ but, no, that’s too dismissive of who taught him, and how it came to be. try again. ]
but i learned first from a friend of he and i, who does more good than i can count. i learned because that friend was willing to teach. now, i can cook and feed the people i want to.
these kinds of things are never as important when it’s just for ourselves. so it’s important that someone else makes sure we’re properly fed too. hence why i’m here taking up your brain space.
( He doesn't reply, but instead of leaving Choso completely on read Geto does actually show up roughly ten minutes later. He's wearing sweats, and his hair is in a ponytail, and he looks mostly normal except for the slightly guarded way his gaze sweeps the cafeteria.
[ it’s probably not a trap, but choso is sat at one of the tables already, one ominous cube of tupperware-equivalent takeaway vessel sat before him like a strange offering to unnameable gods. there should be nothing out of the ordinary here, save for choso himself whose very presence strains the seams of ‘ordinary’ on even the best of days.
his weird little pigtails seem a little jabbier than usual. ]
Geto Suguru.
[ it should have been a ‘hello’, but maybe he’s still reminding himself, affirming the name that sits in flesh right and proper. ]
( Briefly he considers just turning on his heel. Either to abandon this endeavour entirely or to pick up his own chopsticks. But then he remembers the ones he's hiding away have cats on them and he's not sure he's willing to show that side of himself to this man.
So he shrugs, slides into a chair opposite. )
That's fine. I can eat with my hands.
( He thinks about offering a warning over it potentially being poisoned, but no. Itadori has been kind lately, Choso probably wouldn't upset him like that. )
Did you use the cafeteria kitchen to cook? Are outsiders allowed to do that?
( Because it's been cup noodles for months. He might be deficient. )
[ to the hands, he means, not that he puts much emphasis on it. he’d been eating with his hands until mid-april, so who was choso to judge, really?
pay attention, choso: Geto Suguru is taking a seat, settling in like a bird of prey on its roost with all the air of something that intended to do so anyway, tupperware or not.
the tup gets nudged over in offering. ]
The robots don’t care and management doesn’t seem to give note unless a mess is left. Bakugo and Lucy use the kitchens often, so I use them too.
[ tofu, browned along its edges and sprinkled with what looks like the dried and synthesized spices that came out of the prize round from the last mission. There seems to be some onion pieces lying in the sauce that the block is resting in. ]
Once a week.
[ that he himself cooks, is what he assumes geto was asking. ]
I haven't figured out what neighborhoods the tofu man goes to on days other than Friday.
( He puts the piece in his mouth, chews slowly, carefully, watches Choso as he does so for any sign that - what? Nothing really. He just prefers being watchful. )
I didn't know how when we first ended up together. But I was the grown up, so I had to learn.
( Seventeen, hardly an adult. It had felt it then. )
[ 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.
( Another piece, another slow chew before he replies. )
Mm. You probably don't need my guidance. And whatever I can make isn't very fancy. I always aimed more for speed and comfort than anything else. ( Because in the beginning it had just been the three of them, rammed into a tiny apartment he could barely afford, stretched thin with all the things he had been trying to do. And even in his more affluent days when the family had grown Geto had opted for things more homely.
Here is a chance though, another option for a small step forward. )
I can send you some recipes. How well do you handle spice?
[ choso is prepared to accept it as is; he fed Geto Suguru, and the man accepted. this quest has been completed. but as Geto continues anyway, choso finds himself leaning over despite everything, alert and attentive. ]
Terribly, but it’s a good terrible. I want Yuji to eat many delicious things. Something you made for your girls will be perfect.
[ family dinners, courtesy of daddy longleg geto. ]
( The attention is awful, Geto's shoulders round ever so slightly. Had he not very recently decided to Make An Effort he would absolutely just get up and leave. )
I'll have to check you can even get the ingredients here first. I haven't looked.
( Aforementioned cup noodle time, like the sad and aimless bastard bachelor that he is. )
I'm glad that you're looking out for him. You should do the same for yourself too. If only because Itadori-kun would be sad if anything happened to you.
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( An understatement, but at least he's giving a little. )
Do you cook?
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i can make simple things. fried tofu. seasoned fried chicken breast. fried egg. miso. cup noodle.
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( Does he need to eat? Maybe. Admittedly Geto tries not to think about Choso, it makes things complicated. )
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[ but, no, that’s too dismissive of who taught him, and how it came to be. try again. ]
but i learned first from a friend of he and i, who does more good than i can count. i learned because that friend was willing to teach. now, i can cook and feed the people i want to.
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I learnt to feed my girls too. It hadn't been important before.
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so it’s important that someone else makes sure we’re properly fed too.
hence why i’m here taking up your brain space.
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( Which might seem rude but it mostly just a comment. He's deeply curious though. )
Just as long as you know you don't have to. I'm not going to snap and kill everyone if I don't eat anything other than combini supplies.
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[ choso stands at the top of the ladder of calling himself down. hearing it from someone else isn’t that big a deal. ]
and i know i don’t have to.
but i still want to anyway.
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Okay, sure.
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Tell me where and I'll come to you.
( It feels weird to make Choso bring the food to him? )
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cafeteria. i will await you.
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It's probably not a trap. But it could be. )
Yo.
( Casual. )
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his weird little pigtails seem a little jabbier than usual. ]
Geto Suguru.
[ it should have been a ‘hello’, but maybe he’s still reminding himself, affirming the name that sits in flesh right and proper. ]
I forgot to bring chopsticks.
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So he shrugs, slides into a chair opposite. )
That's fine. I can eat with my hands.
( He thinks about offering a warning over it potentially being poisoned, but no. Itadori has been kind lately, Choso probably wouldn't upset him like that. )
Did you use the cafeteria kitchen to cook? Are outsiders allowed to do that?
( Because it's been cup noodles for months. He might be deficient. )
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[ to the hands, he means, not that he puts much emphasis on it. he’d been eating with his hands until mid-april, so who was choso to judge, really?
pay attention, choso: Geto Suguru is taking a seat, settling in like a bird of prey on its roost with all the air of something that intended to do so anyway, tupperware or not.
the tup gets nudged over in offering. ]
The robots don’t care and management doesn’t seem to give note unless a mess is left. Bakugo and Lucy use the kitchens often, so I use them too.
[ which seems to answer: yeah, they’re usable. ]
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How often?
( Yep. Sure does look like Tofu. )
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Once a week.
[ that he himself cooks, is what he assumes geto was asking. ]
I haven't figured out what neighborhoods the tofu man goes to on days other than Friday.
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( Can he just pull a bit free? Is that rude? He might do it anyway. And then, as an afterthought. )
I liked to cook.
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For your daughters?
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( He puts the piece in his mouth, chews slowly, carefully, watches Choso as he does so for any sign that - what? Nothing really. He just prefers being watchful. )
I didn't know how when we first ended up together. But I was the grown up, so I had to learn.
( Seventeen, hardly an adult. It had felt it then. )
This is good.
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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.
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Mm. You probably don't need my guidance. And whatever I can make isn't very fancy. I always aimed more for speed and comfort than anything else. ( Because in the beginning it had just been the three of them, rammed into a tiny apartment he could barely afford, stretched thin with all the things he had been trying to do. And even in his more affluent days when the family had grown Geto had opted for things more homely.
Here is a chance though, another option for a small step forward. )
I can send you some recipes. How well do you handle spice?
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Terribly, but it’s a good terrible. I want Yuji to eat many delicious things. Something you made for your girls will be perfect.
[ family dinners, courtesy of daddy longleg geto. ]
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I'll have to check you can even get the ingredients here first. I haven't looked.
( Aforementioned cup noodle time, like the sad and aimless bastard bachelor that he is. )
I'm glad that you're looking out for him. You should do the same for yourself too. If only because Itadori-kun would be sad if anything happened to you.
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