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"Suprise, Kacchan!"
Izuku happily wiggles, hopping from one foot to the other like an excitable toddler, despite the fact that he's 6 foot something and a venerable powerhouse of a pro hero.
In his hand is a plate ofā¦ somethingā¦ messy from each edge.
There's a message written on top in some sort of sauce, but the sauce had gotten absorbed in the rice. The mishmashed mush of vegetables (?) kind of looked like something you would pull out of a shower drain.
But the meat looks good? Browned chicken, maybe a little overspiced.
"The hell's this?"
"I made you dinner!" Izuku ushers Katsuki towards the dining table, hardly letting him take off his jacket first.
As soon as Katsuki sits, a napkin gets shoved in his lap as if they're at a fancy restaurant. Izuku becomes a whirlwind, flitting this way
and that in their home until there are a number of candles lit.
It would make the ambiance more romantic if it wasn't still daylight outside. It was closer to lunchtime than dinner, but Katsuki would let him have this.
He, instead, stares down at [the meal] and carefully schools his features. He isn't sure if he looks deadpan or intrigued like he means to, because as soon as he looks close, the veggies /jump/ on the plate, bubbling like they're still boiling.
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"Suprise, Kacchan!"
Izuku happily wiggles, hopping from one foot to the other like an excitable toddler, despite the fact that he's 6 foot something and a venerable powerhouse of a pro hero.
In his hand is a plate ofā¦ somethingā¦ messy from each edge.
uwu Katsuki forcing himself to eat Deku's shitty meals \U0001f91f\U0001f62b and not telling the other that it sucks
— \U0001f4a5\U0001f966CHUBBY DEKU CONNOISEUR\U0001f966\U0001f4a5 (@WeebTrash04) January 9, 2021
There's a message written on top in some sort of sauce, but the sauce had gotten absorbed in the rice. The mishmashed mush of vegetables (?) kind of looked like something you would pull out of a shower drain.
But the meat looks good? Browned chicken, maybe a little overspiced.
"The hell's this?"
"I made you dinner!" Izuku ushers Katsuki towards the dining table, hardly letting him take off his jacket first.
As soon as Katsuki sits, a napkin gets shoved in his lap as if they're at a fancy restaurant. Izuku becomes a whirlwind, flitting this way
and that in their home until there are a number of candles lit.
It would make the ambiance more romantic if it wasn't still daylight outside. It was closer to lunchtime than dinner, but Katsuki would let him have this.
He, instead, stares down at [the meal] and carefully schools his features. He isn't sure if he looks deadpan or intrigued like he means to, because as soon as he looks close, the veggies /jump/ on the plate, bubbling like they're still boiling.
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Iāve always felt that the luckiest people I know had a talent for recognizing circumstances, not of their own making, that were conducive to a favorable outcome and their ability to quickly take advantage of them.
In other words, dumb luck was just that, it required no awareness on the personās part, whereas āsmartā luck involved awareness followed by action before the circumstances changed.
So, was I āluckyā to be born when I wasānothing I had any control overāand that I came of age just as huge databases and computers were advancing to the point where I could use those tools to write āWhat Works on Wall Street?ā Absolutely.
Was I lucky to start my stock market investments near the peak of interest rates which allowed me to spend the majority of my adult life in a falling rate environment? Yup.