[Katsuki is...dubious about this steam mug of liquid he is staring at, where Todoroki's message said it would be. It doesn't appear to be oozing or bubbling like it was scooped from the outhouse of a swamp witch, nor does it smell like toxic waste, either. In fact, it actually looks and smells very appealing, like actual fucking coffee, but he knows not to judge a book by its cover. Carefully, Katsuki nabs a plastic teaspoon from a toy tea set he keeps in his room for when Alice comes over (he had to move all her stuff to his room to clear out space in the spare), and mixes it into the liquid.
Huh...even the consistency seems good, smooth and not thick, or ch-chunky...eugh. Tentatively, Katsuki brings the mug to his lips and takes a teensy sip.]
Holy shit.
[IT TASTES...GOOD?? HE CAN ACTUALLY DRINK IT??? HAS TODOROKI'S HIDDEN KITCHEN TALENT BEEN BEING A BARISTA THIS WHOLE TIME?!]
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Huh...even the consistency seems good, smooth and not thick, or ch-chunky...eugh. Tentatively, Katsuki brings the mug to his lips and takes a teensy sip.]
Holy shit.
[IT TASTES...GOOD?? HE CAN ACTUALLY DRINK IT??? HAS TODOROKI'S HIDDEN KITCHEN TALENT BEEN BEING A BARISTA THIS WHOLE TIME?!]
You made this?