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It’s past two in the morning when Shouto finally gets home after a pretty rough shift at the hero agency he works. He can feel muscles he didn’t even remember it existed burning because of exhaustion. There’s dirt and blood clinging to parts of his body that he truly doesn’t appreciate and somehow shattered glass and pebbles got into his boot.
On top of all that, there’s a blizzard happening and Shouto had to cross half of the city on foot in the middle of a snowstorm because, for some reason he can’t understand, the public transportation got shut down. As much as he does have a side with a fire quirk, there’s only so much he can do against a huge blizzard while being exhausted because of work.
When Shouto finally opens the door of his apartment, he’s covered in snow and considering just falling asleep on the floor so he won’t need to take a shower right now. Disgusting, he knows, but he’s so damn tired.
It takes him full five minutes of taking his boots off until Shouto finally notices that the television is on. Frowning to himself and getting ready to attack, he slowly approaches the living room, hearing someone’s breathing coming from the couch.
“Oh…”, Shouto exclaims softly, a warm smile taking up his lips as he finds out exactly whom had broke into his house.
Katsuki is curled on Shouto’s unnecessarily large couch, under at least three blankets, deeply asleep. He seems in peace, his usual scowl not weighting his pretty features, soft puffs of air coming out of his parted lips.
Shouto leans over Katsuki carefully, kissing his temple. Of course that when he steps away there is a pair of red eyes staring at him. “Hey there.”, Shouto smiles.
“Why are you covered in dirt?”, Katsuki asks, his voice husky because of the sleep.
“I was working…”, Shouto says, giving Katsuki more space as he sits up, revealing that he’s wearing one of Shouto’s shirt.
“Where you working in the sewers?”, Katsuki yawns, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. “What time is it?”
“Sort of, honestly…”, Shouto snorts a small laugh. “Almost three in the morning.”
“Already?”, Katsuki asks surprised. “I got here a bit after sunset…”
“What are you doing here, by the way?”, Shouto asks and Katsuki frowns up to him. “I’m not complaining. It’s just that it’s in the middle of the week and it’s an eleven hours drive from Akita to Sapporo…”
“Yeah, dumbass, but what day is today?”, Katsuki asks, getting up from the couch, revealing that not only he’s wearing one of Shouto’s shirt, but also one of his sweatpants.
“Thursday?”, Shouto asks, following Katsuki to the kitchen.
“Yeah, Shouto. I drove from eleven hours in the middle of the winter all the way up to Hokkaido Island, took three days off and cooked dinner all because Thursday is a really fuckin special day.”, Katsuki deadpans, lighting up the stove to reheat the food.
Shouto opens his mouth to answer, but he doesn’t know what, so he closes it again. A quick look at the calendar on his refrigerator door gives him all the information he needs. “Oh… It’s my birthday.”, Shouto says softly, a small smiling taking place on the corner of his lips.
“It is, you idiot. Now, go take a shower while I reheat the food.”, Katsuki grumbles, stirring whatever he had made before.
“And Midoriya says his boyfriend is cuter than mine…”, Shouto says, walking to the bathroom.
Katsuki doesn’t answer, of course, because answering would mean that Katsuki would have to either accept that he is cute or say that he’s inferior to Iida in some way; it’s a dead end and Shouto fully enjoys to put his boyfriend in these kind of situations.
“Boyfriend” is still a relatively new word to them, since they have been dating for just a bit over six months now, but their “thing” goes all the way back to their second year at Yuuei. At the winter break back on their second year, four years ago, Shouto and Katsuki had been the only ones that stayed at the dorms and through that week they went from not caring about each other to sneaking out in the middle of the training to make out behind the debris of the training sites.
It took them a while to finally put a name on their relationship, and although not many people know about them, they are happy now, making time between missions to meet halfway between Sapporo and Akita.
“Can I kiss you now?”, Shouto asks as he steps inside the living room, already clean and wearing one of his pajamas.
“I don’t know. Are you still stinking like a fuckin culvert?”, Katsuki asks, but he does tip his head back to kiss Shouto when he leans over the couch.
“Hm, maybe a bit.”, Shouto mumbles against Katsuki’s lips. “I don’t know, my nose stopped working by the third hour of fighting on the sewers, honestly.”
“That’s fuckin disgusting, I don’t wanna kiss you anymore.”, Katsuki frowns, but not moving from where he is as Shouto places his forearms against the back of the couch, straddling Katsuki’s face.
“Too late.”, Shouto whispers, kissing him again, even though the the position is quite weird.
“Are we keep spiderman-kissing like this or you gonna kiss me for real, dumbass?”, Katsuki asks and Shouto can’t help but laugh a little, because Katsuki’s insults had lost all the heat years ago, even before they had first kissed.
So Shouto nods, leaning away enough to Katsuki to turn around before leaning in again and kissing him for real. It’s a sweet and slow kiss, because it’s late at night and cold, which means that neither one of them are on top of their energy; Shouto even less than Katsuki. They also haven’t seen each other in two months, so they take their time to kiss each other, only stopping when Shouto’s thighs start to tremble because of the position he’s in.
“C’mon, birthday boy, let’s eat.”, Katsuki says, getting up from the couch.
“What have you cooked?”, Shouto asks, following Katsuki to the kitchen.
“Oden.”
“You made oden? From scratch?”, Shouto asks surprised.
“Yeah?”, Katsuki frowns, opening the pan. “It’s not just because you live out of convenience store food that everyone does the same…”
“I don’t live out of convenience store food.”, Shouto says, helping Katsuki to put the oden in the bowls. “I order food from restaurants too.”
“You’re such a mess.”, Katsuki rolls his eyes, but there’s more fondness than annoyance on his voice, so Shouto supposes he’s safe.
They walk back to the living room and climb on the couch, sitting way too close to each other even with said couch being big enough to accommodate almost all their friends together. They eat in silence, Shouto finally noticing that he was actually starving after hours of fighting.
After eating they cuddle on the couch. Katsuki’s head tucked under Shouto’s chin. There’s a shitty old movie broadcasting on TV and Shouto is only half-watching it. Katsuki has his hands inside Shouto’s shirt to prevent them of getting too cold and Shouto has his fingers intertwined to Katsuki’s ash-blond locks.
“I bought you a gift…”, Katsuki mumbles and Shouto is pretty sure that he’s about to fall asleep.
“I thought you were the gift.”, Shouto says and Katsuki grumbles something about him being a sap. “You didn’t have to buy me a gift, though.”
“But I wanted to.”, Katsuki says, getting up from the couch and walking to his backpack.
After fumbling a bit with what is inside, Katsuki grabs a small gift box, climbing back on the couch and handing the box to Shouto. There’s a silver necklace inside, with a snowflake as a pendant. It’s small and delicate, and really beautiful.
“Because we can’t use rings…”, Katsuki says, pulling from inside of his shirt a necklace whose pendant is a small silver coin with the perfect space to fit the snowflake in the middle.
“Oh…”, Shouto widens his eyes, a warm smile taking place on his lips as he puts the necklace on. “And you say that I’m the sappy one…”
“Fuck you.”, Katsuki mumbles, his cheeks red.
Shouto chuckles ever so light, leaning in and kissing Katsuki’s lips. “Thank you for coming. It meant a lot.”
“Happy birthday, icy-hot.”