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Sunlight passed through the curtains of the quite bedroom. The darkness inside banished, while light filtered in bit by bit. Creases formed on the freckled man's face as it shined on him. He slightly opened one of his eyes and looked at his nightstand where his alarm clock read 10:20 am. He then suddenly shot up from his bed and held himself up, looking around frantically.
As he was about to throw the surprisingly tightly wrapped blanket off of himself to start getting ready, then apologies profusely to the school for being so late, his nose picked up a nice smell coming from outside his room which stopped him in his tracks.
With his curiosity peaked, he put on his Pinky themed fuzzy slippers and walked outside his bedroom to the living room. He yawned and rubbed his eyes as he continued following the delicious smell, wondering what it might be. Step by step his brain started functioning again, and recalled the events of what happened the day before.
“G'murnin'” Izuku mumbled out barely audibly, finally having calmed down after the bit agitated wake up.
“Good morning Freckles, slept well?” The blond asked just a few meters ahead of him, Izuku again, yawned through his answer.
“Like a rock,” he heard a slight chuckle coming from in front of him. To which he finally looked up and saw the sight that many, even just for mere seconds, would kill to see.
The man was a sight to behold indeed, with his toned back turned against Izuku, that was only hidden by a blue knot hanging low on his waist. Other than the apron he usually used when he would come over for dinner, he only had his black sweatpants on, which he left in the man's home as a spare piece of clothing.
The sun shining in the kitchen window formed an outline of his form, it perfectly showcased his V shape, with his narrow waist, that Izuku’s hands would fit around so perfectly, his muscled arms and broad shoulders, which he trains almost daily to withstand the powerful outbursts of his explosions. His porcelain skin looked soft to the pair of emerald green eyes. Greatly taken care of with almost no imperfections, other than the scars that showcase his incredible sacrifice and determination to heroism and his dearest person, of whom he was making breakfast for. Half naked. In his kitchen. After they slept together in the same bed, which wasn’t unusual in any way whatsoever, but...
Izuku’s life was a bliss. Yup, pure bliss.
The angelic man turned around showing a warm expression on his face.
“Yeah,” Katsuki replied with a welcoming smile, “ya’ seemed like ya’ needed it.”
He finished serving the gorgeously plated meal on the dining table and called Izuku over to him. They sat down and started eating in a comfortable silence with only the cutlery making noise between the two men.
Izuku picked up his mug and took a big sip of the tea prepared for him, finishing the last bite of his breakfast. He then looked to Katsuki to start a conversation. That’s when he noticed the others gaze already being on him, with his hands clasped under his chin and his head tilted and eyes blinking slowly, waiting for his opinion. He smiled sweetly at him.
“This was really yummy Kacchan!” Izuku softly declared, then sighed happily while laying his back against his chair, rubbing his stomach after the nourishing meal. “Chefs couldn’t replicate such delicacies that Kacchan puts in front of me!” he continued cheekily.
“Glad you liked it, nerd.” Katsuki grunted as he stood up with the greenette following suit helping him clear the table.
The pair worked comfortably around each other, no wonder, they were usually assigned to do the dorms’ cleaning chores together especially after a rougher week of arguments.
[ ... ]
“Hurry up Goddammit, the store will close by the time we get there at this rate!” Katsuki called out, while putting on his shoes at the front door.
Izuku gave a startled look at the blond man’s direction, called out “Coming Kacchan, coming!” then rushed to him to put his red sneakers on.
“Note?” Katsuki asked, turning around to grab a bag for groceries.
“Got it!” Izuku exclaimed with glee.
A particular item caught his eye, as the orange color seemed familiar to him. He tried to grab it and a black GEMG Dynamight tote bag, a prototype, to be exact, fell into his hands. A prototype which never hit the market, since the Agency decided against it.
He smirked and looked back at the greenette who was deciding between wearing or not wearing an All Might baseball hat, “Now, how on Earth did this,” he stretched out his arm, on which the material hung comfortably, “Get in your possession, Freckles?” He finished his question in a delighted tone.
Izuku looked up then immediately looked away with a nervous chuckle. He scratched his nape, trying not to sound like an over-obsessive fan-boy he opened his mouth but closed it right after.
It would’ve been weird to explain how Mitsuki decided one day to surprise him and ask for his opinion about the merchandise they were planning to sell to her son’s fans. It’s not out of the ordinary for Kacchan’s mother to visit him, but he wasn’t exactly sure if the boy himself knew about this situation, or how he would feel once told. So, he decided against it.
“You found it? Gosh I’ve been looking all over the place for this, it cost a fortune! Thank you so much. Kacchan is the best!” Izuku complimented the taller man, thinking it would deescalate the situation, as it usually would.
“Tryna’ distract me, eh boy?” Katsuki asked in a hush voice as he bended towards the other man, “Flattery won’t work this time Freckles, spill it.”
The greenette examined the others features for a second then gulped, “Don’t get mad,” he pleaded.
“I wasn’t ‘bout to nerd,” The warm expression on his face stayed firm.
“Go on.” Katsuki requested, while opening the front door, ushering Izuku outside to finally get to their destination.
The shorter man’s hands fidgeted anxiously around his pants, searching for his keys. But as usual, Katsuki already had it handled. He closed the door cautiously, as to not disturb the neighbors. The keychain swirled around his index finger smoothly. It had a tiny All Might figure on it that lit up when its button was pushed, which Katsuki gave him as one of many home-warming gifts for his apartment.
“While waiting for you to finish your shift a few months ago, one of the secretaries asked for my help. I didn’t know what for, but I went along with her regardless.” Izuku started his tale, standing by the elevator. “She brought me to a room filled with pieces of fabric and mannequins, but also a few people who basically jumped with joy when they saw me, it was crazy!” He laughed nervously, hoping his deception sounded plausible to Katsuki.
As they walked inside the elevator he continued, “They wanted my opinions on designs, physical and digital too, they said my first impressions were crucial in the development stage or something..” He scratched the back of his head while tilting it a little, to sell the confused appearance, while Katsuki pressed the button for the ground floor, “Haha.. Anyways, long story short, I informed them that I didn’t have much time – since I was waiting for you of course –, so they wrapped it up shortly after and sent me on my merry way with a few goodies as a gesture of gratitude because of my answers. They were super delightful!”
“Delightful, you say?” Katsuki asked nonchalantly as they stepped out of the machine, then strolled out of the building into the busy streets.
“Very delightful, yes!” he beamed up at the blond, “I’m glad you found it, even though this prototype will never make hit the market, I can still show it off.”
“Totally. It is ‘One-of-a-kind' after all.” Katsuki replied in a snarky manner. The brightness of the shining sun made him squint his eyes as he glanced at the greenette, who sighed with enjoyment, finally feeling the warmth, his skin craved so badly.
“Right?! Sooo amazing, Kacchan!” He declared, to Katsuki’s team but also to the man himself, which after so long the blond knew to differentiate on his own.
“You’re not too bad yourself, Sensei” Katsuki bumped into the shorter man to get his attention and walked a few steps ahead of him, then looked back and saw a gleeful shine in his eyes.
[ ... ]
“We should buy a few cans of cat food or bags of treats by the way,” Izuku blurted our randomly while walking side by side.
“Huuh? What for?”
“Whenever I’m on my way home after work —”
Katsuki interrupted. “And I can’t pick you up, for whatever reasn’.”
“-and you can’t pick me up, yes, again, I am very thankful for you doing that, but what I meant to say is that I meet a kitty on route, and I forget to bring some treats with me everytime!” Izuku complained with an exaggerated sigh.
Katsuki lifted one of his eyebrows for a few seconds, looked the other up-n-down, took the piece of paper from the other man’s hands, wrote on it, then gave it back.
“There ya’ go, happy?” He asked smugly.
“Very, thank you Kacchan.” Izuku answered as he squeezed his eyes, smiling brightly at his friend.
[ ... ]
As the pair walked around the store checking off their list bit by bit, they began another conversation.
“Should we get mangoes for the fruit salad as well?”
“I’ll get some for you, but if you dare to put any of it in mine, I’ll punch you.”
“Don’t tell me,” Izuku put his hand to his mouth, which formed an ‘O’ shape and gasped, “Does Kacchan not like mangoes?”
“Mangoes are fine, but I ain’t trustin ‘em. They’re sneaky little scums of nature.”
“But they taste so yummy! I love how juicy and sweet they are!” Izuku said,
“That’s ‘cuz you always pick the ripe ones, lucky bastard!” The blond declared, while turning around a corner, finally arriving to the vegetable and fruit aisles, “They turn sour at rapid speeds, I haven’t been able to enjoy any since I left my parents' home”
“I cannot believe the first thing you’re not naturally gifted at, knowing you since our childhood, is picking out fruits!”
“And I cannot believe how malign you turned over the years. It’s not like it really matters, they’re jus’ some fruit.”
“You need to check if it’s red and/or orange in color, with the flesh being soft but not squishy, and it should have a sweet and aromatic smell too.” the greenette told the other man with a matter-of-fact attitude.
“Yes Sensei, of course, how could I be so clueless!” The blond man sighed and bowed sarcastically.
Izuku giggled and rolled his eyes at Katsuki’s reply, “You kinda remind me of mangoes y’know.”
“Right,” he crossed his arms over his chest, “And me of broccoli.” He finished with a toss of his head at the vegetables. Izuku scoffed, then dramatically walked away to find some strawberries.
[ ... ]
After Katsuki finished paying at the cashier, then packing up their purchase, they headed out of the store. The pair walked along side each other. Izuku looked around, enjoying the scenery of the nature surrounding them, the light breeze passing by. It was a fine day that weekend. Izuku was glad to finally have time for himself and his best friend together. He looked over and saw the slight sulking in the other man's walk.
“You became silent all of the sudden... Is everything okay, Kacchan?” he questioned.
The blond puffed air out his nose then answered, “Yeah yeah, just thinking.”
“’Bout what?”
“’Bout how ugly you are,” Katsuki replied mockingly, as he made a face at Izuku.
Izuku chuckled, “Aww so I’m living in your mind rent-free huh?” he answered, twirling one of his green locks like a schoolgirl to keep the act going.
“Yeah, all the time,” the blond retaliated with a blank look washing over his face.
...
Katsuki then continued, “Just the Hag, she called me out of nowhere asking us to meet them as soon as possible.”
“Oh! Is it an emergency? Why do you think she needs both of us there?”
The taller man threw one of his grocery bags over his shoulder, and while grunting a bit he responded, “I asked but she wouldn’t budge. So she’s definitely not dying or sum.”
“Well, it would be lovely to see your parents again!” and with Izuku’s interest peaked, he went on with his habit of rambling, “Perhaps we could spend the next long weekend back at home and visit both of our parents” “Or maybe even plan an outing if they are up for it... What do you think, Kacchan?”
“Huh, wha-?” he scratched his head to the best of his abilities, “Sorry, I was just about to fall asleep to your muttering, Nerd.”
Izuku gave him a sarcastic look, “That’s cute.”
“You’re cute, dipshit.” Katsuki looked away quickly.
“I don’t think these are bad ideas by any means, but..” he stopped his sentence for a few seconds to think of his final answer, “I hoped to get over with whatever the Hag wants us for quickly. So we’d have more time for ourselves back home,” The blond continued, kicking a small pebble in front of him, “We haven’t been able to just, hang out, or do sumthin’ together, or I dunno just chill..”
He looked over Izuku’s head, deliberately not making eye contact with the shorter man.
“I miss Kacchan too!” Izuku said, quickly walking ahead of the other man to stop them in their tracks. To which he finally looked down at him, intensely searching his face for more answers. “I’m sorry for declining our meet ups nowadays, but I really can’t plan ahead with the amount of work UA and the training regimen Aizawa-sensei gives me..” Izuku looked down regretfully.
“It also doesn’t help that they ordered me to change my shifts around patrol. On the other side of the city too, nonetheless!” Katsuki threw his hands up in the air with the bags in them for dramatic measure. “Bastards didn’t even give me a goddamn reasn’ for it, just who do they think they are!?”
“The Hero Commision definitely has a good reason for it. But yeah, neither of our situations are the neatest currently.” Izuku sighed in a gloomy tone and shook his head.
“We’ll make the best of it, together, won’t we Freckles?” Katsuki headbutted him lightly, to change the sourness in the air around them.
“Always.” Izuku sighed peacefully.