[And that was another choke. Good job, Kacchan, you're a regular smooth criminal with the awkward situations. If you're trying to make Izuku not blush like an uncomfortable idiot, then you uh.

Failed. Horribly.]

You mean you're not?!

[You know, he would have been fine just dropping it, but nooooo, now he was thinking about it even more. With a statement as loaded as: "I liked it, but not in the kitchen," a man's brain can only go one direction, and that direction was deep, deep within the Earth's crust.

(Okay, maybe that was just Izuku's brain.)

Also, the temptation to say something sly and sex-charged like, "Ohh, would you prefer it if we were in my bedroom then?" was too great, and Kacchan had better thank every star that exists that he was far too awkward to try that kind of seduction right now.]

And I don't blame you. H-haha...hot implements and knives don't...exactly make for a fun time.

[Instead he said stupid shit like that. Time to backpedal.]

N-not like I've done it in a kitchen or anything before! I mean that's...that's unsanitary, right? I mean, we eat in there!

[Though the thought of Kacchan in nothing but an apron is pretty appealing. Just working on food, and then turning to look at him, hip cocked and grin salacious--

IZUKU MIDORIYA, STOP THIS RIGHT NOW.

Someone save him. He just wants to die right now. The more he talks, the redder his face is getting.]