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Hero Agencies
People often comment and wonder why they don’t all four work at the same agency. Katsuki is quick to tell them to mind their own fucking business but there’s a reason he’s not invited to many press events and his PR manager is probably one of the most well-payed (and overworked) women in Japan.
Eijiro always grins and says something about how having to wait until he gets home to see all of his partners keeps the magic alive– absence makes the heart grow fonder and all of that. People love that answer and have been known to occasionally swoon over the way the Sturdy Hero so fearlessly loves his partners.
The press have learned not to ask Izuku, who immediately falls into an endless ramble about spreading out patrol coverage, crime statistics, the advantages and disadvantages of certain hero quirks being available in certain areas, etc. It’s usually a fifteen minute or more dissertation on the logistics of properly protecting the city and, while very informative, it’s too boring to sell clicks.
Shoto answers in the way he always does: simple, to the point, blunt. “It would have been foolish not to take over my father’s agency given how successful it was.” And that’s it.
In reality, the answer is a bit of a mix of all of the above plus a little bit more. It’s genuinely nothing too special, which is why the heroes have never bothered to sit down and really answer the question. They don’t have a flashy or dramatic one to give.
Shoto indeed felt it would be best to take over his father’s agency and his partners agreed, even if they all elected not to join it. Which Shoto was genuinely happy about because when they’d first all gotten together he could barely manage his personal and professional feelings separately and didn’t think he’d survive mixing them.
Eijiro didn’t want to leave his mentor and friend, Fat Gum. Even though he has the longest commute of all of them, he never seems to mind. He’s Fat Gum’s number two man and knows the name of at least half the civilians in his patrol area. Sure he’d leave if his partners ever asked but he loves where he is and the people he’s surrounded with and they would never try to take that from him so he stays.
After a few years of making names for themselves, Izuku and Katsuki finally brought their childhood dream to life and started an agency together. It was successful pretty much from day one given how much Japan was already in love with the Wonder Duo. There were certainly rough patches, especially as they figured out the logistics, but they both consider it well worth it. Whenever things got tough Shoto was there to guide them with his own experience and Eijiro to mediate any fights.
It’s chaos trying to navigate four schedules and still have some semblance of a home. Izuku and Katsuki are often gone at the same time which can be difficult but also brings comfort– Shoto and Eijiro know the two heroes will always have eachothers’ backs. Everyone keeps a copy of their schedule printed on the fridge so they can all easily check when the others’ are working and try to plan around that. It’s far from a perfect system but they love each other enough to make it work.
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Bed
Their schedules rarely sync up perfectly in a way that they’re all leaving for work and getting home at the same time. Sleeping all four together is a rarity but they do try and make sure their days off sync up at least once every three months if they can. On those days, they’re very intentional about who sleeps where and how.
They’re happy to share one big bed though occasionally if someone is getting home particularly late or waking up extremely early they might sleep in the guest room to be polite. They each have their own blanket in the bed though Izuku is notorious for stealing the blankets of others, usually Eijiro who tends to kick his own blanket off in the night.
Katsuki sleeps on the far left side. He’s always in and out of bed first, sleeping on the edge allows him to get up for his 5:00AM workout (he lets himself sleep in that late on their days off) without waking any of his partners. Occasionally Shoto wakes up anyway and joins him, so he sleeps on the far right side. Eijiro and Izuku sleep like the dead on their days off and are nearly impossible to get out of bed before 10:00AM so they both sleep in the middle, usually a wild tangle of limbs and quiet little snores. It doesn’t really matter who starts on which side, they usually end up on top of eachother anyways.
Katsuki calls it disgusting. Shoto argues that it’s cute. Izuku and Eijiro argue that their partners must be cyborgs who don’t need sleep and hide their heads under the pillows before Katsuki can turn on the lights in revenge.
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Breakfast
“Shitty Hair!” Katsuki yells, startling Izuku who is scribbling in his notebook at the breakfast counter. “Get your useless ass down here and eat your fucking food or I’m gonna shove it down you throat!”
“Kacchan!” Izuku chastises him, frowning as he uses his eraser to undo the wild line he’d drawn when he’d jumped. “Stop yelling, it’s too early!”
“Deku,” Katsuki mimics Izuku's voice like a child, “stop yelling at me about yelling! It’s too early!”
“Ugh, you’re the worst,” Izuku tells him as he zeroes back in on his notebook before it’s suddenly snatched off the counter. “Hey!”
“No notebooks at the table, you know that, nerd,” Katsuki reminds him, using said notebook to bop Izuku on the forehead. “Now eat your fucking breakfast, I’m not gonna be late for your sorry ass. Speaking of– Ei, get your ass down here before I come up there and make you regret it!”
“Coming!” Eijiro shouts from deep within the house. Izuku figures it’ll be at least another ten minutes before they see him. Even with the undercut it takes Eiji about ten years to style his spikes.
“Quit fucking around and eat your carrots,” Katsuki orders Izuku as he turns back to the stove. He really shouldn’t be able to come across as so menacing in the cute little chibi Four Hearts apron they’d bought him off of Etsy. Their fans and supporters had a lot of different nicknames for them but that had been the name for this item. It had cute little angry Katsuki’s and sleepy looking Shoto’s. Deku was chagrined to see most of the chibi Deku’s were in various stages of crying and the Eijiros were all displaying their little shark teeth. It was adorable. Yet, somehow it didn't diminish Katsuki’s threatening aura at all.
“I’m home,” Shoto announces as he makes his way from the living room to the kitchen, stopping to press a kiss to Izuku’s forehead before taking his seat at the breakfast bar. Where’s Eijiro?”
“Hair,” Katsuki and Izuku answer in unison. It’s far from noteworthy, it happens at least one or twice a day.
“Ah, I see,” Shoto smiles gratefully as Katsuki sets cold soba down in front of him. “Thank you, Katsuki.”
“Whatever.”
“Hey! How come Shoto gets soba and I have to eat natto and vegetables? You didn’t even give me rice!” Izuku complains, pointing his chopsticks at Katsuki accusingly.
“Shoto,” Katsuki begins, turning his glare on Izuku, “is eating dinner right now because he worked the night shift. And Shoto doesn’t have the fucking audacity to sneak instant ramen in the middle of the night like a little processed food addicted gremlin!”
Izuku sinks into his chair, picking petulantly at his natto. “I didn’t want to wake you guys up and instant ramen is quiet…”
“You didn’t want to wake us up because it was three in the fucking morning, Deku, and you knew you weren’t supposed to be up!” Katsuki growls at him as he puts the finishing touches on Eijiro’s bento for the day.
“I had to do some work for that case with the string of robberies!” Izuku insists.
“No at three am you fucking didn’t!” Katsuki argues right back.
“He’s right, Izuku,” Shoto cuts in. “You can’t be the best hero if you don’t take care of yourself. Here,” he uses his own chopsticks to pick up a few pickled carrots and cucumbers and brings the bite to Izuku’s mouth. Izuku pouts but accepts the mouthful.
“Just think of what would happen if all your little fans found out you didn’t eat your vegetables or go to sleep on time,” Eijiro adds as he comes around the corner, “the Symbol of Hope doesn’t eat his veggies? Good luck getting any kid ever to eat theirs anymore.”
“Fine,” Izuku acquiesces as he takes another bite of natto.
“Good boy,” Eijiro praises him before leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. He gives Shoto one on the cheek before turning to Katsuki. “Hey Kats, I’m running a little late so– oh.”
“No shit, dumbass,” Katsuki rolls his eyes, handing Eijiro both his lunch bento and a small bag filled with four over-sized breakfast onigiri. “Get out of here before you miss the train.”
“You’re the best, Kats,” Eijiro tells him, leaning in for a thorough goodbye kiss. “I love you,” he tells him before turning to Izuku, “and I love you,” and then Shoto, “and I love you. See you all tonight.” And with that he hurries for the door, Izuku calling out ‘Love you, too!’ as he goes.
“Hey Kacchan, can I put katsu sauce on my natto?” Izuku asks innocently.
When a chopstick gets thrown at his head (it’s a close thing but he dodges just in time) he takes that as a no. Except a moment later a small bowl of sauce slides across the counter towards him and he can’t help but smile. “Love you too, Kacchan.”
“Fuck off.”