"Taste this. How is it?" He asked, wondering what she would think of it. He hadn't made katsudon in ages, probably high school, but he'd found a recipe card in the cupboard and was using it. The card was worn and smudged, and had tidy somewhat feminine writing.

Ochako tasted the sauce thoughtfully, then her eyes went wide. " Oh my god, how'd you do it? It tastes exactly like Auntie Inko’s." She said fairly loudly, catching Izuku's attention. He turned around and looked at the two in the kitchen quizzically.