[ It's both, but much more the latter. The sleight of hand element is what hides the "truth" of his theatrics. Sneak.

The scoff prompts a smile, though he follows his eyes to Tsurumaru once Bakugou points him out. Brows furrow... but he laughs shortly after. ]

Him, huh? I woke up one day with the whole damn Everlight hallway covered in water bottles and string. I wholly believe in the comparison.

[ Kaito shuts his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, his oculars are active—and they soon project a hologram memory of a younger version of himself runs around like a madman, darting between four separate cooking stations. Stir fry on a wok, pasta, some stew, and dry ingredient prep for ramen. It looks chaotic, yet controlled. ]

I was formally trained in making ramen. Informally, I'll do anything. I'll teach myself if the material's out there. And if it's not, I'll find it anyway. [ The hologram cuts out. ]

Before I got wrangled into my world's grimy politics, I wanted to open my own restaurant. I'm thinking about opening a food cart here, where the politicians and yakuza and other higher powers can't get me.