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"What's next, little shit?" Hitoshi rolled his eyes, scanning the list.
"Uhm... Fruits. Dad said that he wants apples but we can choose two more and only two more. He doesn't want us to buy too much that they rot before we can eat them." Bakugou huffs, directing the shopping cart towards the fruit section. Passing by the junk food, Katsuki throws in Swedish Fish. Hitoshi glares at him.
"That's not on the list, Kacchan." Hitoshi says the name mockingly, a condescending tone coloring his voice. Katsuki growls.
"Your dad's been stressed out at fuckin' work. Those fuckers have been giving him shit for no damn reason. It's a gift for him to fuckin' take a break, you little fuckin' shit." Hitoshi stays silent for a second, deep in thought. Katsuki internally smirks. Maybe this is when Hitoshi realizes how much Katsuki cares for the "shitnerd", no matter how rough his love is (if we're being honest, Katsuki's love can be compared to sandpaper).
"Okay." Is all the purple-haired boy says. He blinks and then continues. "Are we not getting fruits?" Katsuki huffs but continues. He pretends to not notice when Hitoshi sneaks in some Lifesavers.
They arrive at the fruit section, brightly colored fruits releasing a light, sweet, and fruity aroma.
"Whattaya wanna get?" Hitoshi thinks for a second.
"Probably grapes and something else."
"Something else?"
"I dunno, you choose. I just like the grapes."
"Yer hair is purple just like the fuckin' grapes."
"Bruh."
"Am I not wrong?"
"I mean, no, but that's not the reason why I like grapes."
"Then why do you like the fuckin' grapes?"
"Because they taste good. Why else would I like grapes."
"You're a grape."
"Oh my dog. Shut the fuck up."
"Dog?"
"Dog."
"I'm telling your dad you swore."
"You swear all the time, Bakubitch."
"I'm a fuckin' adult, it's different."
"Dad still scolds you." A scoff.
"Yeah and your dad gets my dic--"
"No--"
"--k up his as--"
"Shut u--"
"So he can suck it."
"Wha--"
"Preferably mi--"
"Man shut the fuck up."
"--ine."
Glaring.
Katsuki thinks for a second.
Maybe he shouldn't've made jokes about his adoptive father's sex life. Especially with him. Hm. Looking at Hitoshi, the boy matches Katsuki's glare with his own.
Yeah, maybe that wasn't the best way to butter the kid up.
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"Ugh, fuckin' finally." Hitoshi looks at him, unimpressed.
"We were in there for like forty minutes." Katsuki scoffs.
In the time that they were in the grocery store, Katsuki was not enjoying the crowd. Everyone was there to save a few cents off their toilet paper and avocados but he just wanted to shop for his boyfriend. Goddamn. At least in the time that they were there, he was able to get everything and a little more. He planned to send Hitoshi off to stay with Aizawa or something and have a nice day (and night *smirk*) with Izuku. He planned breakfast in bed including freshly squeezed orange juice and then a day paintballing with some window shopping down at Osaka. Then they'd fly on a private jet that All Might had loaned out to them to Tokyo and enjoy some nice TV and relax for a bit. They'd get to Tokyo at about 5:30 and go down to Tofuya Ukai for a traditional japanese meal. It was well planned out and sweet as hell. After, they'd fly home and have some nighttime fun.
Katsuki smirked at the thought.
"What are you smiling about?" Hitoshi interrupted his thoughts. "You look like you just murdered your arch nemesis with no witnesses."
"Nothin' you need to fuckin' worry 'bout," Katsuki says, the same sly smirk on his face.
Hitoshi rolls his eyes, sighing with exasperation. "Let's just go home."
Katsuki simply nods, continuing to smirk.
"Jesus R. Christ you're so fucking creepy," he says, a slightly traumatized look on his face. "And weird." He tacks on, earning a scowl from Katsuki.
"Shut yer fuckin' mouth. Let's go."
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