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Talk • Translate Soup

I was on YouTube and got  i n s p i r e d  ^

"Welcome back guys!" Katsuki grinned at the camera from his position on top of the counter. The camera stood on a tripod, viewing most of the kitchen. 

Shinsou was leaning against the same counter in between Katsuki's legs. "We're back at it again in the kitchen. But! We won't be be repeating last time We came prepared"

They both reached over and showcased chef hats, proudly putting them on. Shinsou's was a Deep purple with white stitchings of simplistic cat faces and 'drama queen'. Katsuki's was black, orange threading simply spelling out the words 'bad bitch' with little orange hearts. 

"Now, you may be wondering where we got these.." Shinsou continued as they put their hats on. Katsuki fixed the other teen's hat, tucking loose hairs over and styling it so that it looked good. "'Tsuki made them. Which is great and–"

"I'm the best at everything. Which is why I decided to be generous and make a few extra. The link is in the description"

 "Limited supply though" Shinsou smirked. "This wittle baby didn't want to make more than twenty"

Katsuki smacked the other's shoulder, earning a laugh. "Quiet, you mind fucker"

"I certainly do, thank you"They stared each other in the eye for a few seconds before bursting out in laughter. "Anyways, we're making soup"

"Specifically chicken noodle soup. We took a random recipe, not mine because I don't want to ruin it, and ran it through Google Translate a billion times and through a fuck ton of languages. So, uh, let's get started?"

Shinsou held up his phone. "Unlock. Okay wait a second, this is my face. Unlock you heathen"

Katsuki sat there cackling, eyes crinkling and little dimples making an appearance and he crumpled over onto himself. Shinsou, unknown to Katsuki, smiled at him. 

"Step one!" Shinsou read out when they'd calmed. "A large dutch oven with hot oil medium heat. That's a disaster waiting to happen. What the hell is a dutch oven?"

Katsuki hopped off the counter and moved out of the camera's view to rifle through a cabinet under the counter. A few 'clang's rang out before he proudly walked back into the camera view with a short sided pot. "This is a dutch oven"

"I was expecting an actual oven..." Shinsou muttered. "Okay so. Dutch oven, check. Hot oil medium heat"

"Basically medium heat and oil, easy"

Shinsou helpfully handed Katsuki the oil, unscrewed and ready. Katsuki took it and covered the bottom of the pot in a thin coat. There was a light click as he put the stove on to medium. 

"Okay now what, oh master of the recipe"

"Uh, okay" Shinsou picked his phone back up from where he'd set it on the counter. "Add carrots celery onions. Seven minutes, until the vegetables are tender" —Shinsou then snorted— "Wrecks along the way"

"The hell? Wrecks? Seven minutes isn't enough time to wreck you"

"'Tsuki!" Shinsou shrieked, hiding his face. "Don't say that!"

Katsuki simply smirked and pulled a large paper bag from another counter and shot a look at Shinsou. "I let you do the shopping and you get this?"  He says, holding up a bag of baby carrots. "I trusted you"

"Don't worry babe, it gets worse" Katsuki huffed at his partner and cut up the vegetables expertly, tossing them into the pot with a mutter about measurements.