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Izuku had been trying to get a hold of the pantry containing their fancy plates without any success and became frustrated. It was his third try to open it without removing Katsuki from his place. He could just shove him, but he knew better that disturbing Bakugou Katsuki while he was cooking in his kitchen. His boyfriend was busy dusting pork meat with pepper and flour for what looked like katsudon. Smirking, he muttered to himself he landed a great catch in his Kacchan. He really was getting pampered this December.
“Why are you fucking hovering and what are mumbling about Deku ?” whisper-yelled Katsuki, effectively stopping his zoning out.
“Ah sorry Kacchan ! I was trying to get the plates from the cupboard” he replied, flailing his arms before taking advantage of his lover turning to his side to open the cupboard and retrieve the desired bowls and plates as fast as he could.
He was not fast enough as Katsuki checked him out with his hip, yelling “Get out of my way shitty nerd !”.
Izuku squeaked and comically regained his balance, squeezing the tableware towards his chest, green eyes wider than usual due to the surprise attack.
“Kacchan ! I almost dropped them !” he complained, panicked, heart beating like crazy against the shaking plates.
“Tch” was the closest to an apology he got.
“Drop them and you die, Deku” Katsuki answered, harsh words lacking any heat.
Izuku sighed as he safely put the stack on the counter, way out of the blond’s dangerous behavior. He counted the number again : two for Kacchan and himself, check ; two for Aunty Mitsuki and Uncle Masaru, check ; one for mom and one for All Might. Satisfied he got it right, he turned to his boyfriend and asked brightly “Do you want me to help ?”.
Katsuki whipped his neck to glare at him. “Eh ? You can’t cook to save your damn life ! You gonna fuck up my recipe” he replied and threw a handful of flour towards Izuku who tried to dodge it too late, the flour exploding right in his face. He sneezed hard sending white dust all over the kitchen. “Kacchan !” he cried out scandalized, coughing.
Katsuki laughed at the sight of a white covered Izuku. The flour was contrasting in an odd and cute way with his dark green hair, while he desperately tried to get rid of the flour on his head, ruffling his curls and shaking his head frantically. He needed a bath anyway.
“Get me two eggs” he got ordered.
“And after that, you gonna wipe the mess you made in my kitchen” Katuski continued, returning to dusting the next piece of pork on the counter, acting as if he never shamelessly attacked his own partner.
“What the… ? YOU dirtied me ! How does that translate into my fault ?” shrieked Izuku, properly outraged now. He just knew the blond was going to reverse the situation somehow. It was something about “his kitchen, his rules”, despite the kitchen being in their very much shared house. Yet, Izuku conceded internally it was a fair point. He stopped pretending he knew what he was doing in their kitchen when he accidentally set a pan in fire while trying to make dinner for once, making it “Kacchan”s kitchen”. He was still not really allowed in it without supervision ever since, forced to cook clandestinely most of the time. Talk about being a powerful Pro Hero and All Might’s successor.
Still scandalized, although the outcome was pretty much expected, he searched through their fridge to retrieve the eggs. Stubborn to prove himself, as he ever was when Katsuki was involved, he broke them to put them in a bowl. Locking eyes with red ones, he defiantly took hold on a pair of chopsticks and battered the eggs until the mixture was smooth and homogenized. He then flicked the bowl which glided until it reached Katsuki’s level. A blond eyebrow furrowed at the motion. None spoke for a few seconds, holding each other gaze in their everlasting competition.
“So, how’s that ?” Izuku inquired, tilting his chin up, proud of himself. He puffed his chest, grinning like he reached the top ten Heroes charts. He made sure to make it smooth, Kacchan couldn’t possibly complain about his mixing it was close to perf-
“Basic shit” came the cold reply, Katsuki keeping his unimpressed face.
That one burnt.
“You’d either starve or burn yourself to death without me” he insisted with a mad glint in his eyes. He was enjoying putting Izuku into misery way too much.
Being banned from his own kitchen and not trusted with anything more than an egg stung. Yet he kept pretending he was over his boyfriend’s comments regarding his cooking condition and didn’t reply. He held his head high and walked next to Katsuki with all the false bravado he could muster. He took hold of the pile of bowls and plates, threw a final nasty and defiant glare to his partner and walked out to get in the connected living room.
He yelped when his ass got slapped hard and unexpectedly.
He looked back violently, frowning at his unapologetic boyfriend then looked at his backside. A large trace of a hand was adorning his back pocket, courtesy of the flour.
“How do you set a table, Deku ? You forgot the chopsticks” the culprit deadpanned.
Izuku held the red gaze, the corner of his lips twitching. Black Whip appeared and reached the forgotten items, before getting back close to Izuku who walked to the living room unbothered, Black Whip following with the package.
“I didn’t” he replied sassily, proud to land at least one counterblow.
They worked in silence after that, Izuku setting properly their dining table for later, Katsuki cooking everything he could that did not have to be fried on the minute.
Reluctantly, Izuku wiped off the flour on the counter and his cheeks after being finished with table preparation. It was obviously up to him to clean his boyfriend’s mess said boyfriend created on his own. That was the deal since they moved in though : Kacchan cooked, Izuku cleaned whatever was left in the kitchen when he was done.
He was wiping the last flour stain when Katsuki groped once again his backside with his two hands from behind.
“You better have clean hands this time Kacchan” Izuku tried to threaten. However being serious when his hot partner pressed his chest against his back, incriminated hands gliding up to grip his hips, was pretty difficult.
He felt chapped lips kissing behind his ear, the warm breath of his partner comforting him. He turned his head towards Katsuki, silently asking for a kiss. The blond seemed to be done being an asshole as he gave him a quick peck on his lips.
“We should shower before the old hag burst through the door” mumbled Katsuki after separating. Izuku hummed his assent.
“Come, nerd” he ordered, tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Saving time” he continued.
“Kacchan ?” he replied, furrowing green brows, lips pouting.
“Huh ?”
“I don’t believe you, you will translate it to a quickie and we’re going to be late at the party we organize in our own home. And I will never look at our parents in the eye for my entire life ever again” Izuku rumbled sternly.
He was already too much aware of his boyfriend’s fake excuse to save time and water to fall into his trick again. Katsuki pulled that one a couple of times when the Bakusquad and his own crew were meant to come over and he still struggle to be with Mina all alone. She had always been over-interested in their class love affairs, and never let go of this particular incident. It unfortunately became a running gag within both their groups of friends after Todoroki learned how to tease.
Katsuki gave a little “tsk” sound as he released Izuku to walk to their bathroom, muttering about “untrusting shitty boyfriend”.
“Don’t take long Kacchan, I want to shower too” he yelled to make himself heard.
Only the sound of the door answered him. Kacchan was such a sore loser sometimes.
Izuku came back from his shower, ruffling through green curls to dry them off the damp. He spotted Katsuki putting the sweets on their table, his lips pouting in concentration, ever the neat freak.
He put on the Christmas lights of the tree and toyed until he found the multicolor quick setting. Satisfied, he walked to his boyfriend and tugged as his tight dress shirt. Dynamight in Hero costume was a sight to feast on every day, but Katsuki in a deep red button up shirt, tight around his muscles was even more interesting. Shaking his head to keep himself from falling in lustful thoughts, he secretly admitted that if Kacchan had issues with timing his lust, he was just as bad.
He erased the blond frown by kissing him softly, hugging him by the waist, allowing himself to feel the defined abs underneath the slick material.
“You’re fucking dripping water everywhere, shitty nerd” Katsuki scowled, despite making room for Izuku to cuddle closer.
“Not true Kacchan” he countered, resuming kissing to keep his boyfriend from arguing further. Izuku discovered early in their romantic dynamics that Katsuki was more likely to shut his mouth up if he was being kissed than challenged into actually being quiet.
They got interrupted by the doorbell. Izuku pulled off Katsuki, smiled, and run to the door to great their first guest.
He barely opened the door when a mountain of presents where all but shoved to his chest, All Might screaming his usual “I AM HERE ! Young Midoriya, Young Bakugou !”.
“All Might !” whisper-yelled Izuku, lips curled upwards and teeth showing. He disposed of the presents to hug his mentor who hugged him back.
“I’m not that young anymore though” he laughed, scratching the back of his head embarrassed after separating.
“Yeah and not alive for much longer too nerd” Katsuki made himself known, head poking out of the entry. “Drop one more thing on this floor and I’ll blast you into the next century” he threatened. Izuku shifted from foot to foot in discomfort. He promised to humor Katsuki’s unhealthy attachment to their floor no later than weeks ago in thanks for his Christmas tree.
All Might, ever the Hero at heart, saved him from more scolding, griping Katsuki’s shoulder with a hand while ruffling through his blond locks with the other.
“Young Bakugo, ever so lively it’s good to see you !”
Katsuki flushed, but didn’t say anything accepting the gesture for few seconds before manhandling both his role model and Izuku to the living room.
The three only had the time to sit in the couch and All Might commenting on them going plus ultra with their tree before they heard a key being thrust into the lock and witnessed speechlessly Mitsuki bursting through the door dragging shiny wrapped presents, Masaru and Inko on her tail, the latter looking sheepish at the forceful entrance.
“Where is my brat ?” she yelled, eyes shining, searching through the room before stopping to the tree. “Oh, did my brat finally had the decency to get a tree ?” she asked, unbothered by her son’s murdering gaze.
“Oi you old hag !” Katsuki screamed, as Izuku watched him get right in his mother face, helplessly, for being dragged in a hug by his own mom crying about not seeing her baby enough throughout the year.
He stroked her long green locks softly, kissing her on the forehead to calm her down, despite being in the same state of mind. Midoriyas were known for being crybabies and heavy family huggers, sue them it’s Christmas Eve.
Masaru and All Might somehow managed to calm the short-tempered blonds only for Mitsuki to attack her son with a bear hug, Katsuki trying his best to look annoyed by his mothers antics but gripping her back too nonetheless.
The happy crying and screaming toned down, Izuku managed to direct them all to sit down and place the presents under the tree while Katsuki searched for more pastries.
When Inko praised Katsuki for the biscuits, Izuku couldn’t help but notice his boyfriend’s smug expression and decided to take some of the credits back, jealousy crawling.
“I helped him mom !”
“Oh they are so good Izuku ! You did well.” beamed Inko, smiling at her son.
His face was suddenly turned to face Mitsuki who was squashing his cheeks together “Yeah, thank god Izuku takes care of Kacchan” she smiled, successfully teasing both her son and son in law.
Katsuki stood up abruptly, practically toppling the armchair he was sitting on, and hissed “The fuck ? I do all the cooking, I win at taking care of his nerdy ass !”.
Izuku sighed, worried. Mitsuki seemed even more keened on pushing Katsuki’s buttons than usual.
“Oh ? And what did you get him this year then ?” Mitsuki challenged him, smirking with narrowed eyes.
The moment Katsuki smirked back at her, the frighteningly way, Izuku knew there would be trouble. He has been in the middle of the mother-son’s tug war far too many times not to sense the disaster that would befall on him.
“An orgasm.”
One word was all it needed to make all hell break loose.
Simultaneously, a beet red Izuku let out an offended “KACCHAN !”, his voice cracking, green eyes about to burst out of their sockets, while both Inko and Masaru froze on the spot, eyes round and speechless, and All Might stuttered a weak “You-young Bakugo…”, a bead of sweat dropping on his paler than usual cheek.
Bakugou Mitsuki did not let her son get the best of her and retaliated with a scary calm tone “You should get him one every time brat.”
In the middle of the mayhem and feisty blond against feisty blond, Izuku couldn’t help but have his lips forming a smile, eyes shining bright despite being the most embarrassed.
His family was never quiet since Katsuki made it in, and he would not have it another way.
He could use having Kacchan and Mitsuki riling each other a tad bit down though, if for nothing but his own dignity.