The hug alone puts him at ease that he's gotten through to Toge what he really wants to say. He feels bad for ever even giving him the wrong idea, that anything about him is anything but... Well. Ideal. The kiss on his cheek just makes it sweeter. No matter that there's no doubt he likes to kiss him more squarely on the lips, there's something to be said about kisses elsewhere on his face. Securely otherwise that even with half his face marred, it doesn't dissuade him. Toge is kind.
...And Shoto is distracted until the moment his phone makes a noise and he looks down after looking on at his cooking partner. His eyes scan down what he sees there, and at first he pauses and looks up, a small smile spreading to the corners of his mouth. Then he's looking back down to read them.
For the moment, Shoto doesn't question 'tried to'. But he does keep it in mind and the smile is a little more prevalent. "I can't imagine you messing with someone." Yes, he kind of can, and he approves. His friends are all very playful with each other, too, and that seems innocuous.
"This is perfect, Toge." The list he means, gesturing to the phone with his finger. "The more I learned about this, the more I have to stress how much I think you would be welcomed in the hero world back home. People who care about the well being of others usually are if they can." Izuku would have likely been a police officer, or maybe an engineer if he hadn't been who he was. Shoto is sure. While they cook, why not talk?
"My father is the number one ranked hero in all of Japan. So my compliment comes from my professional understanding in and out of the hero work."
The very first thing Shoto says makes Toge laugh. It's still quiet and muffled, but the way he bends over the counter, his shoulders shaking suggests that he found that very funny, in fact - because he did. "Salmon, salmon." He's still got laughter laced in his words. His tone changes slightly. Feigning innocence. "Tuna mayo!" Toge has never done a thing wrong in his life, what do you mean?
It's also a perfect example of what he meant. Tone and body language go a long way to helping him get his point across.
"Tuna?" Toge asks, thinking about it a little bit. They're a lot closer to heroes than villains, but more the vigilante, in the shadows type. What Toge does is heroic, without a doubt. The fact he's a Corsair has little to do with that. He's focused on the food for the moment, adding the seasoning to the sauce and keeping an eye on the noodles. He doesn't mind talking while he's cooking and there's not much to help with at the moment.
That list has instantly opened an entire other world of talking to Toge. Now if only he wasn't busy enjoying the sound of that quiet, muffled laughter. Laughter he knows that he is enjoying the conversation with, both of them are, but that he has to hold back. Then maybe he would be able to understand right away. It takes him a second, a momentary glance once to his phone and he understands what he can expect is as 'perfectly' as he is going to get. Shoto isn't good with sarcasm, but it's because of the sometimes lack of body language and the sincerity in which some people say it. But yet here he is watching and understanding it. "Mmh, now I'm not so certain." he teases back, leaning against the counter, resting the small of his back against it in the lean.
It hits him again that he's understood at the next word and his smile is a little wider. 'Things pertaining to me.' "Yes, you. Really." He tries to think of how to phrase it, setting his phone back down after looking once more. "Not all heroes are heroic, not all villains are villainous. But you, I think, would make a great hero. I'm not sure how your cursed speech would--" Pardon the pun. "--translate as a quirk in my world, maybe very much like a friend of mine who has to be careful with his voice, too. Mmh..." Shoto thinks about it, just idly. "Your cursed speech would probably be classified as emitter, that's the same. I'm assuming it has a range to the sound and carry of your voice or you wouldn't have had to yell so loudly." It's sort of fun to think about. "Both of them could be accidental. The only difference is that his targets the person who speaks to him, the quirk is called Brainwashing in the similar way that mine is called Half-Cold Half-Hot. Most are generally specific." Cursed Speech for instance, is pretty damn on the nose.
See? No need to talk regular talk. While Shoto is quiet with a lot of people, when he really gets talking, he really gets talking.
As Shoto learns Toge's habits, expressions and tones of voice, he's going to pick up so much and he doesn't even know it. His friends at home can understand him to a very accurate degree, and that's a pretty good start. Toge's impressed, even if he doesn't say so. He's smiling widely at the banter. Toge raises his hands and uses his fingers to make a halo. "Tuna mayo." He's a perfect angel, thank you.
The thought experiment is interesting and it piques his interest to hear that someone else has a quirk not unlike his. Fascinating, really. He stirs the sauce listening. There's a lot he could do in a crime fighting world, it's just not how things have gone at home for him.
"Salmon." Toge agrees, it definitely has the range of his voice. "Tuna mayo." He mimes cupping his hands around where his mouth is hidden. His weapon of choice is a bullhorn. It's not a standard weapon by far.
This is perfectly conversation for him and Shoto is enjoying it. Typing is fine, and he can be more precise, but there's a way he's pinpointing it into the conversation. Practiced in it and this only drives Shoto to want to do better for him in return. As he said, he doesn't want Toge to be the only one making the effort. Though, it's not Toge's fault, Shoto takes a moment to understand what the sign is, and then smiles. "Now I'm really doubting." He provides in his deadpan way of speaking, if it weren't for the smile on his face.
The one to talk to about quirks is Izuku, but Shoto is no lightweight in understanding his opponents and even moreso understanding his friends. It'd be a lie if he said he wasn't interested to see just how much stronger or better he could become against someone as strong as Toge-- but it'd also be a lie if he said he wanted to see the man hurt just to spar full out. He doesn't want that.
Ah... Here's one that isn't specific, but he understands that it means the use of his voice at a carried distance in whole. He may not understand bullhorn, as it isn't so much a sign he would get, but he gets it in a generalized construct. "While I hope people aren't kidnapped, if he ever shows up here, I would be glad to introduce you if you'd like." Though... it does start a curious wonder in him if they could create support gear that would let him do more targeted things like Shinso. The thought has to stay in side his head for the moment. "Does that mean if someone is deaf, your cursed energy can't reach them?"
"Salmon." Toge says enthusiastically at the thought of meeting Shoto's friends. He likes that he's getting to meet all these new people, after all meeting Shoto was like a stroke of fate.
His response to the question though is another expression of amusement. He holds up a finger to his lips.
"Salmon."
He is exactly right. Don't spread that around, though.
It's incredibly liberating to speak with him and it feels silly now that he didn't just ask and was taking the hard road. If any one of his friends end up here, ones that Toge hasn't met, the first thing they're doing is meeting him. Anyone who doesn't know him is missing out in Shoto's opinion.
"I won't tell anyone." He promises, reaching out to brush some fingers through the silvery-white strands of hair. Bringing that to life from a movie or two he saw is something he doesn't regret. "So that we're even, my quirk is limited by my ability to balance the temperatures or use them independently without it being an actual focus. One day I hope to conquer it entirely without focus, but I'm not there yet."
The brushing of fingers through his hair makes him blush and he ducks a bit into his collar like he's a little embarrassed and shy. Toge is by nature a little shy, it comes with the territory of being so soft spoken.
However, he's all too happy to remind Shoto of his other limitation with a hand miming gushing from his mouth, lowering his collar and sticking out his tongue for effect before grasping his throat.
Vocal cords. Biggest weakness. But it's okay because he feels better and-
The pasta's done, one moment, Toge blushes again as he turns to save it before it gets overcooked.
Shoto isn't sure if that's a 'no' or an 'oh' type reaction, so next time he will be more cautious to feel that kind of thing out. When the topic turns to the memory of Toge spitting up what felt like seeing half the blood in his body, Shoto nods his head.
Both things are in his mind, trying to fight for the forefront when Toge abruptly stops to blush and tend the food he'd forgotten. Shoto would've eaten it overcooked or anything like. It shouldn't be a progression of memory of him bleeding from his throat right into how cute he looks when he blushes.
"Where are the dishes you'd like?" he offers, at least trying to remain helpful.
Toge points to a cupboard. "Tuna tuna." He's made enough for both of them because he's a growing boy and needs to eat too. He'll find some bowls in there for them. In the meantime he does put the noodles on a bigger platter so he can hold out his hands down there and chill it.
Check it out Shoto - Toge's a bit like a personal refrigerator.
It was called cold soba for a reason, but once he had bowls, he'd point to the sauce. "Tuna mayo." He held up his hands again and did more chilling to the noodles. Shoto could chill the sauce a bit right?
Shoto doesn't even need to glance this time again and it feels great. Though... Toge is pointing, but isn't that the point? That it's something to gain attention in a direction.
Soba is great. The company is great. All of today has been fun. But he's not sure that Toge realizes this is the best part of any gift.
Shoto says nothing, he doesn't really meet a beat while he gets the bowls, it's an obvious instruction and when he turns around to see the use of ice, he looks pleased by it. "You're really learning to harness it. It's not easy to not frost things at first." An idle conversation point, a compliment that he has no problem joining in the chilling part of this. This is something he can actually do in this process and does with an expert hand, carefully chilling the bowls intended for the sauce, too.
"It's fun to see you using an ice ability. There are people in my life back home who can as well, but none around me." None of his classmates, and no one he's met in UA personally that use ice. A lot that use fire because of his father, but otherwise. "Maybe in a few months, it will be you making the spikes instead of me."
"Salmon. Tuna mayo." Toge responds, he's doing it, and it was definitely tricky. He's getting the hang of it though, Shoto's a pretty good inspiration on that front. He hadn't really been focused on it that much until he met him.
He laughs.
"Fish flakes." He doesn't think he can do both the spikes and the throwing creatures into them, but who knows, maybe he can learn that. He knocks a knuckle on Shoto's chest. That's his specialty after all.
With the soba cooled down, he serves it into the bowls.
The practicalities of ice can be overlooked for more than just menial things like this and if he knew he were that inspirational-- Well. He enjoys specifically that Toge is taking to ice, and that's good enough for him. He may have started accepting himself as a whole, but his right side holds special purpose still now and again.
It takes Shoto a moment to realize what the joining of the action and that set of words mean but he wears the tiniest of smiles spread across his lips. "A team, then." Shoto offers, just like now and leans his his head to the side to kiss Toge's cheek. "Thank you for dinner." It's sincere, it's his favourite and he's spoiled with it thanks to Toge. Shoto picks up the appropriate bowls to set them out next to each other in what seems like the appropriate place to eat. "I will wash everything after dinner as thanks."
"Salmon." Toge agrees, because he doesn't think he'll be able to talk Shoto out of it. He smiles fondly at him and puts an arm around him to give a little squeeze before grabbing a seat properly and his chopsticks.
"Tuna mayo?" He asks, gesturing at the food after a moment. Any good?
He rescued the noodles in time, there shouldn't really be a flaw in the food but he's not a professional or anything.
Talking him out of doing something in return regardless? Not in his lifetime. The right decision is made and Shoto is none the wiser. A side hug is also a wise choice and Shoto returns it, joining him a few moments after. Settling in, Shoto appreciates the simple things like having dinner with Toge on any day, but today, even with his favourite dish, it's the idea he got to help in all the same. To him they did this together at least.
Thankfully, Toge gestures to the food and Shoto has started in on it more than a few bites. He nods his head a few times, politely swallowing what's in his mouth first. "Yes, it's good. I don't think I've ever eaten anything you've made that hasn't been. You're good at this." Now, the level of compliment is high, but take it as he may, Shoto loves this food but can't do more than cook nutritionally for himself. But. Is now used to Katsuki cooking who is an amazing cook. Any variable that works for Toge. "We should do this more often, next time I will cook for you."
Even if Shoto's smiles aren't huge all the time, even though he doesn't always get to express what he's feeling for lack of knowing how, or sometimes it's hidden behind a small mask, he's never smiled as much. He's never felt this much constant happiness being around someone, at least not like this. Holding no ideas of grandeur, of course there's going to be a day they disagree, but every time they've spent together, or conversations so far, he's never found himself as happy with food ingredients being listed at him. Tuna mayo? Yeah. Coupled with that blush he sees on Toge's face adds to that happiness.
There are some things that ingredients can't say and Shoto dutifully picks up his phone when it vibrates, looking at the text.
"Rice balls." Says the hero with a nod of his head, accepting this mission. "I can do those." Can he? Stay tuna-ed.
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Date: 2024-01-23 09:19 am (UTC)...And Shoto is distracted until the moment his phone makes a noise and he looks down after looking on at his cooking partner. His eyes scan down what he sees there, and at first he pauses and looks up, a small smile spreading to the corners of his mouth. Then he's looking back down to read them.
For the moment, Shoto doesn't question 'tried to'. But he does keep it in mind and the smile is a little more prevalent. "I can't imagine you messing with someone." Yes, he kind of can, and he approves. His friends are all very playful with each other, too, and that seems innocuous.
"This is perfect, Toge." The list he means, gesturing to the phone with his finger. "The more I learned about this, the more I have to stress how much I think you would be welcomed in the hero world back home. People who care about the well being of others usually are if they can." Izuku would have likely been a police officer, or maybe an engineer if he hadn't been who he was. Shoto is sure. While they cook, why not talk?
"My father is the number one ranked hero in all of Japan. So my compliment comes from my professional understanding in and out of the hero work."
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Date: 2024-01-23 12:35 pm (UTC)It's also a perfect example of what he meant. Tone and body language go a long way to helping him get his point across.
"Tuna?" Toge asks, thinking about it a little bit. They're a lot closer to heroes than villains, but more the vigilante, in the shadows type. What Toge does is heroic, without a doubt. The fact he's a Corsair has little to do with that. He's focused on the food for the moment, adding the seasoning to the sauce and keeping an eye on the noodles. He doesn't mind talking while he's cooking and there's not much to help with at the moment.
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Date: 2024-01-23 01:19 pm (UTC)It hits him again that he's understood at the next word and his smile is a little wider. 'Things pertaining to me.' "Yes, you. Really." He tries to think of how to phrase it, setting his phone back down after looking once more. "Not all heroes are heroic, not all villains are villainous. But you, I think, would make a great hero. I'm not sure how your cursed speech would--" Pardon the pun. "--translate as a quirk in my world, maybe very much like a friend of mine who has to be careful with his voice, too. Mmh..." Shoto thinks about it, just idly. "Your cursed speech would probably be classified as emitter, that's the same. I'm assuming it has a range to the sound and carry of your voice or you wouldn't have had to yell so loudly." It's sort of fun to think about. "Both of them could be accidental. The only difference is that his targets the person who speaks to him, the quirk is called Brainwashing in the similar way that mine is called Half-Cold Half-Hot. Most are generally specific." Cursed Speech for instance, is pretty damn on the nose.
See? No need to talk regular talk. While Shoto is quiet with a lot of people, when he really gets talking, he really gets talking.
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Date: 2024-01-23 01:31 pm (UTC)The thought experiment is interesting and it piques his interest to hear that someone else has a quirk not unlike his. Fascinating, really. He stirs the sauce listening. There's a lot he could do in a crime fighting world, it's just not how things have gone at home for him.
"Salmon." Toge agrees, it definitely has the range of his voice. "Tuna mayo." He mimes cupping his hands around where his mouth is hidden. His weapon of choice is a bullhorn. It's not a standard weapon by far.
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Date: 2024-01-23 02:18 pm (UTC)The one to talk to about quirks is Izuku, but Shoto is no lightweight in understanding his opponents and even moreso understanding his friends. It'd be a lie if he said he wasn't interested to see just how much stronger or better he could become against someone as strong as Toge-- but it'd also be a lie if he said he wanted to see the man hurt just to spar full out. He doesn't want that.
Ah... Here's one that isn't specific, but he understands that it means the use of his voice at a carried distance in whole. He may not understand bullhorn, as it isn't so much a sign he would get, but he gets it in a generalized construct. "While I hope people aren't kidnapped, if he ever shows up here, I would be glad to introduce you if you'd like." Though... it does start a curious wonder in him if they could create support gear that would let him do more targeted things like Shinso. The thought has to stay in side his head for the moment. "Does that mean if someone is deaf, your cursed energy can't reach them?"
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Date: 2024-01-23 02:40 pm (UTC)His response to the question though is another expression of amusement. He holds up a finger to his lips.
"Salmon."
He is exactly right. Don't spread that around, though.
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Date: 2024-01-24 01:36 am (UTC)"I won't tell anyone." He promises, reaching out to brush some fingers through the silvery-white strands of hair. Bringing that to life from a movie or two he saw is something he doesn't regret. "So that we're even, my quirk is limited by my ability to balance the temperatures or use them independently without it being an actual focus. One day I hope to conquer it entirely without focus, but I'm not there yet."
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Date: 2024-01-24 02:08 am (UTC)However, he's all too happy to remind Shoto of his other limitation with a hand miming gushing from his mouth, lowering his collar and sticking out his tongue for effect before grasping his throat.
Vocal cords. Biggest weakness. But it's okay because he feels better and-
The pasta's done, one moment, Toge blushes again as he turns to save it before it gets overcooked.
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Date: 2024-01-25 02:40 am (UTC)Both things are in his mind, trying to fight for the forefront when Toge abruptly stops to blush and tend the food he'd forgotten. Shoto would've eaten it overcooked or anything like. It shouldn't be a progression of memory of him bleeding from his throat right into how cute he looks when he blushes.
"Where are the dishes you'd like?" he offers, at least trying to remain helpful.
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Date: 2024-01-27 04:32 pm (UTC)Check it out Shoto - Toge's a bit like a personal refrigerator.
It was called cold soba for a reason, but once he had bowls, he'd point to the sauce. "Tuna mayo." He held up his hands again and did more chilling to the noodles. Shoto could chill the sauce a bit right?
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Date: 2024-01-28 08:12 am (UTC)Soba is great. The company is great. All of today has been fun. But he's not sure that Toge realizes this is the best part of any gift.
Shoto says nothing, he doesn't really meet a beat while he gets the bowls, it's an obvious instruction and when he turns around to see the use of ice, he looks pleased by it. "You're really learning to harness it. It's not easy to not frost things at first." An idle conversation point, a compliment that he has no problem joining in the chilling part of this. This is something he can actually do in this process and does with an expert hand, carefully chilling the bowls intended for the sauce, too.
"It's fun to see you using an ice ability. There are people in my life back home who can as well, but none around me." None of his classmates, and no one he's met in UA personally that use ice. A lot that use fire because of his father, but otherwise. "Maybe in a few months, it will be you making the spikes instead of me."
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Date: 2024-01-30 11:19 pm (UTC)He laughs.
"Fish flakes." He doesn't think he can do both the spikes and the throwing creatures into them, but who knows, maybe he can learn that. He knocks a knuckle on Shoto's chest. That's his specialty after all.
With the soba cooled down, he serves it into the bowls.
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Date: 2024-01-31 05:47 am (UTC)It takes Shoto a moment to realize what the joining of the action and that set of words mean but he wears the tiniest of smiles spread across his lips. "A team, then." Shoto offers, just like now and leans his his head to the side to kiss Toge's cheek. "Thank you for dinner." It's sincere, it's his favourite and he's spoiled with it thanks to Toge. Shoto picks up the appropriate bowls to set them out next to each other in what seems like the appropriate place to eat. "I will wash everything after dinner as thanks."
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Date: 2024-02-02 05:20 am (UTC)"Tuna mayo?" He asks, gesturing at the food after a moment. Any good?
He rescued the noodles in time, there shouldn't really be a flaw in the food but he's not a professional or anything.
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Date: 2024-02-02 08:23 am (UTC)Thankfully, Toge gestures to the food and Shoto has started in on it more than a few bites. He nods his head a few times, politely swallowing what's in his mouth first. "Yes, it's good. I don't think I've ever eaten anything you've made that hasn't been. You're good at this." Now, the level of compliment is high, but take it as he may, Shoto loves this food but can't do more than cook nutritionally for himself. But. Is now used to Katsuki cooking who is an amazing cook. Any variable that works for Toge. "We should do this more often, next time I will cook for you."
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Date: 2024-02-04 09:32 am (UTC)He wonders if Shoto can make something tasty but also, maybe he can make a suggestion.
"Salmon!" Toge responds cheerfully, but finally turns to his phone for help.
If you want to make my favourite, it's rice balls.
It's also very difficult to mess them up.
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Date: 2024-02-04 04:54 pm (UTC)There are some things that ingredients can't say and Shoto dutifully picks up his phone when it vibrates, looking at the text.
"Rice balls." Says the hero with a nod of his head, accepting this mission. "I can do those." Can he? Stay tuna-ed.
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Date: 2024-02-12 04:57 pm (UTC)If they're not great, he'll still eat them, so Shoto has nothing at all to worry about.
"Tuna mayo." He's looking forward to it, he really is.