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“Babe, please come help,” Denki whined from the kitchen of his and Katsukis shared apartment.
“I’m trying to get this stupid fucking app for the TV to work because you lost the remote again,” Katsuki bites back, sounding irritated.
“Pretty please, there’s so many snacks.” He’s whining now as he starts picking up various boxes and bags of candy.
“Denki, jesus, just fucking wait.”
Denki can basically feel the eye rolls directed at him from the next room over as he starts loading his arms up with snacks and drinks. He eyeballs the big bowl of popcorn he made for them, trying to decide if he should just grab it now or come back for it later. He goes with grabbing it, for efficiency, of course, not laziness, and heads to the living room to get comfortable on the couch.
He makes his way into the living room looking like a walking convenience store and manages to make it most of the way to the couch before tripping. With a game cube controller tangled around his feet he tumbles forward. In an attempt to keep himself from getting hurt his arms flail out in front of him, which lets the snacks fly out of his arms, the bowl of popcorn spilling directly onto Katsuki.
“Are you FUCKING kidding me, Denki? I told you to wait for me to come help. Now I’m covered in fucking butter and salt,” Katsuki snaps, raising his voice a little. With an exasperated sigh, he angrily gets off the couch and stomps off to the bathroom, presumably to wash the grease out of his hair and off his face.
Plopping down on the couch with a sigh, Denki starts picking up bags of candy and tossing them on the table. He’s not going to cry. He doesn’t need to cry every time someone is frustrated with him. He picks up the popcorn bowl and starts tossing handfuls of spilled popcorn back into it. Once that’s done he sets it on the coffee table to make his way toward the hallway closet to grab a vacuum and clean up the little bits that are stuck to the carpet.
All it takes for him to start bawling like a baby is his ass knocking the popcorn bowl off the table when he turns around to go get the vacuum. While he’s crying, Katsuki appears back in front of him, much less buttery and much less upset.
Katsuki sits down on the floor in front of Denki and pulls him into his lap. Immediately, Denki is apologizing, “I’m sorry I’m such a mess. I had it picked up, but it fell again.” He wipes his nose with the back of his shirt sleeve and buries his head in Katsuki’s shoulder, sobbing harder.
“Hey, hey, It’s fine. I had absolutely no right or reason to get so pissed about stupid popcorn.” He presses a kiss to Denkis temple, pulling him a little bit tighter and rubbing his back. “I’m sorry my temper got away from me. Again.”
“You owe me four thousand kisses now,” Denki whines with a sniffle into Katsuki’s sweatshirt.
“Fucking dork. Fine.” He presses another kiss to Denki’s head before standing up, hauling Denki up with him. “You wanna watch Howls?”
“No, we don’t have to. It’s your turn to pick the movie.”
“Yeah, but I was kind of an asshole so I’m gonna forfeit my turn.”
“Are you sure? I know you hate watching it because I watch it so much.” Denki’s pouting now, big puppy dog eyes and all.
“I might hate the movie, but I love the way it makes you look,” is Katsukis reply as they settle into the couch, pulling a soft white blanket over their laps. He pulls Denki in close and starts showering his face with kisses.
“Awww, my little Kacchan, so cute.” Denki boops Katsuki on the nose.
“Hey! Don’t fucking call me that. I’m not cute,” Katsuki playfully pushes him away before pulling him back in quickly for more snuggles.
The floaty piano music from the movie's opening theme floats into the air as they settle back into comfortable silence while they watch the movie. Every few minutes Denki feels Katsuki hug him a little bit tighter during parts he knows make Denki excited or emotional. The tight hugs are accompanied by the occasional kiss.
They stay like this for a while, pressed together, fingers intertwined until Denki slides his body down and puts his head in Katsuki’s lap. The rest of his long body stretches the length of the couch. His eyes flick up to Kastsuki’s face expectantly and with an eye roll Katsuki leans down to plant a kiss on Denki’s lips and then a second on the tip of his nose for good measure. With one of Katsuki’s hands tangled in his hair and the other caressing his side he lets out a content hum and refocuses on the movie.
Denki starts feeling a little airy and soft, the feeling that he can’t possibly snuggle close enough to Katsuki is washing over his body. As he feels himself slipping into little space he can feel the stress and anxiety of the day melt away from his body. It doesn’t take long for Katsuki to notice Denki sucking his thumb and rubbing the soft blanket against his face. He immediately takes on the caretaker role without hesitation.
“Aww, baby, do you want me to go get Mr.Pickles?” Katsuki asks, pushing Denki’s hair out of his eyes.
Denki nods furiously, thumb never leaving his mouth.
“Okay, well you have to sit up for a minute so I can go get him.” He helps Denki sit up on the couch and wraps the blanket around his shoulders. “Do you want a sippy too? Monkey blankie?”
Denki pulls his thumb out his mouth, and with a little pout says, “Yes, please.”
“Such nice manners.” Katsuki leaves him on the couch with a kiss on the head and disappears into their shared bedroom to retrieve the requested items from Denki’s toy box. Denki preens at the praise and pops his thumb back in his mouth, waiting for Katsuki while wrapped up in his blanket on the couch.
When Katsuki returns he pulls the blanket Denki is currently using off of him, earning him a pout from Denki until he is promptly wrapped back up in his blue and green blanket with monkey faces gracing it. He makes grabby hands at Katsuki, who just stares at him until he remembers to use his manners.
“Mr. Pickles, pleeeeeease,” he whines and pouts. The purple stuffed cow is placed in his lap and he grabs it to wrap it up in the blanket with him, pressing his face to it and nuzzling it. “Milk too?” he asks.
“You can have the milk, but only one cup, it’s late. Don’t drink it too fast. I don’t want you to get a tummy ache.” he’s reminded as he’s handed the sippy.
After he’s settled with all his lovies and his drink, Katsuki pulls him back into his lap, making sure to keep him wrapped up in his blankie. They stay like this for a while, the occasional yawn escaping Denki’s lips. He alternates between nuzzling Mr. Pickles and nuzzling Katsuki, usually sucking on either his thumb or sippy for comfort.
“I’m sleepy, Kats.”
“We can go to bed, baby, if that’s what you want.”
“I want to finish my Howl first. My milkies are gone, though.” He pouts.
“Well we can finish Howls, but I can’t get you another sippy. No tummy aches before bed.” Katsuki presses a kiss to his head.
Denki huffs and pouts but snuggles closer into Katsuki anyway. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“Anytime, sweet pea. I love you.”
They stay snuggled for a while longer and Denki is fighting sleep for the remainder of the movie. Whenever his head starts drooping from sleepiness he feels a kiss pressed to his head, a small reminder to help him stay awake. He’s happy his Kats helps him stay awake so he doesn’t miss the best part of his movie.
He only notices he finally slipped asleep when he’s awoken by the soft piano music that signifies the end of the movie and being lifted off the couch. He snuggles close in Katsuki’s arms and lets himself be carried to their bedroom.
Katsuki helps him get changed into some pajamas, makes him head to the bathroom to brush his teeth and hair, and then helps him climb into bed before tucking him in.
A few moments later Katsuki joins him in bed and pulls him over, letting Denki’s head rest on his chest.
“I love you, Kats.”
“I love you more, sweet pea. Sweet dreams.” A kiss is pressed to his forehead.
He feels his body get lighter and lighter as he drifts off to sleep to the sound of Katsuki humming in his ear and a feeling of peace washing over him.