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Lunch in the professor’s lounge of the science building was always an… interesting affair.
Most days found Izuku sitting at one of the tables in the small room meant only for faculty, mindlessly eating away whatever was in his lunchbox. Katsuki typically ended up preparing food for the two of them the night before, claiming that if he let Izuku cook anything that they would be seriously lacking a kitchen.
Light the stove on fire one time …
Somedays, however, he could be found hiding away in his office for the entire time he had his lunch period. Sometimes it was due to the fact that he had an overwhelming amount of paperwork to finish and didn’t feel like dealing with the ruckus that happened around his co-workers. Other times it was simply because he wasn’t having as great of a day as he had planned and he’d end up lying down on the couch in the relatively small room to nap away the days annoyances. Those days would typically be the ones where Katsuki would hunt him down - whether to sit there in relative silence and eat his food while the other worked or to curl up around him while he slept, making sure to set an alarm so the two didn’t miss their afternoon classes.
God already knew there were enough rumors going around about the two of them, no need to create more.
Thankfully, it wasn’t one of those days. Izuku found himself sitting in his normal corner of the breakroom, idly doing paperwork that didn’t require a ton of brainpower. Today’s meal consisted of leftover katsudon, heated up hastily in the microwave to give himself more time to grade mid-term papers for his Integrated Science class. It was a freshmen class that was the easiest in the school’s curriculum, but it was made for those students that really struggled with science to take to meet their core curriculum requirements. While it wasn’t exactly up to par with his degree in Biology, he still tried to make it fun for the students taking it. Even if most of them in that class hated anything to do with science.
Oh, well. Win some, lose some. Right?
“Oi, Deku. Do you ever stop working?”
“Hi, Kacchan,” Izuku mumbled around a piece of pork, barely chewing it before swallowing the piece whole.
Sitting next to his lover, Katsuki nudged Izuku over slightly to give himself room at the table, the other one shifting with no complaint. “You gonna answer the question?”
“Just because your students don’t have to do actual paperwork doesn’t mean the rest of the university functions that way, Kacchan.”
“You’re a dick.”
Izuku grinned cheekily up at him, soy sauce smeared above his lip. “Yes, but I’m your dick.”
The green-haired boy watched with pleasure as a light blush graced the blond’s face before he caught himself, coughing into his hand with a smirk. Katsuki reached forward, rubbing off the bit of sauce with his thumb before popping the digit in his mouth. “Damn right you are!”
“Oh god, would you two please stop with PDA in the breakroom? Again ?” Shouto piped up from his corner, cold soba halfway to his mouth as he glared at the two.
“Really, I don’t think that counts as PDA. While it is public, it’s not necessarily a ‘display of affection’, depending on how you look at it,” Tsuyu joined in, putting one long finger inquisitively to her mouth as she questioned this.
“A-ah, I’m sorry, Shouto. We’ll try to keep it to a minimum,” Izuku grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head nervously.
“What, fuck that!”
“Huh?” Izuku turned to question the blond beside him, eyebrow raising. “Kacchan -”
“This is nothing. You wanna see PDA, Icyhot?” Katsuki snarked, grinning almost maliciously at the dual-colored man. Moving closer to Izuku, he looped an arm around the younger man’s shoulder innocently , pulling him closer to him and into his lap in one swift moment. “I’ll show you fucking PDA.
“Kacchan, don’t you dare - Mmph!”
As Izuku quickly gave in and the two started dueling with their tongues at the table, Shouto sighed heavily, shaking his head in exasperation. “I asked for that one, didn’t I?”
“Yup, ‘fraid you did, kero .”
There was a strange, high pitched sort of squeaking sound that came from the entrance as Ochako walked into the breakroom, hands quickly going up to cover her blushing face. “Oh, god, are they at it again ? I thought we agreed to keep this room PG-13!”