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“You almost done with yours?” Katsuki asks, scooting his chair a bit to the side to try and take a look at Shouto’s pumpkin for the umpteenth time. But his boyfriend just scowls at him and covers up his handiwork with his hands even though Katsuki can’t see shit anyway.
“Stop peeking!” Shouto chastises and Katsuki rolls his eyes at him, “We said we’re keeping it a surprise until we’re finished. And I’m not finished yet.”
“Yeah, yeah, hurry up I wanna see so that I can prove that I’m better than you at this.”
“I thought we’re carving these for fun?” Shouto comments, picking up his little carving tool again to get back to work.
“We are. You need a little competition to make this shit fun.”
“I don’t think that’s true, I disagree.”
“Well, you’re wrong. You’re just being a bitch about losing.”
Shouto’s the one that rolls his eyes this time though he’s smirking, which makes Katsuki’s stomach swoop. “I don’t think I’ll be the one losing.”
Katsuki can’t help but grin back, “Don’t get fucking cocky, you bastard, and hurry the fuck up. I’ve been done for a while now.”
Apparently, Shouto just had to add the final touches to his pumpkin ‘coz by the time Katsuki leaves to use the bathroom and returns to their balcony, he’s waiting patiently with his hands folded on the table.
Katsuki squints at Shouto as he takes a seat, suspicious, “You didn’t look at mine while I was gone, did you?”
Shouto looks mildly offended, “No, I did not. I don’t need to cheat to win.”
“Alright fucker, it’s on. Winner gets to decide what we’re having for dinner tonight.”
“Sounds like we’re having cold soba tonight then.”
“Oi! Don’t get fuckin’ ahead of yourself, jackass. You haven’t even seen my masterpiece yet!”
“Okay, you’re right. But how are we planning to judge them? We’re both going to be biased.”
“I’m a fair judge, I’ll make the call.”
Shouto looks at him deadpanned, and his expression is so dry it makes Katsuki cackle.
“Fucking fine! We’ll send Ei a picture and he can judge it.”
“He’ll be just as biased. Toward you.”
“No he won’t!”
“Katsuki.”
Katsuki crosses his arms, “Okay, okay, Deku then.”
Shouto sighs, “I love Izuku but he’ll only pick us both as winners and we’ll be arguing over dinner.”
Katsuki groans, running a hand down his face, “Fuck, you’re right.”
They discuss a couple more potential judges and finally decide on fucking Shinsou of all people to be the most neutral between them.
“Okay, first we gotta see each other’s,” Katsuki says, “Turn your pumpkin on three. Ready, one, two, three.”
Katsuki doesn’t bother hiding his smug smile as he finally shows off his perfectly carved All Might pumpkin, his former teacher’s face rendered so perfectly that Katsuki’s honestly a bit surprised himself.
And when he takes a look at Shouto’s carving, Katsuki’s smirk only grows into a victorious grin. Of course his boyfriend decided to carve a fucking cat. It’s just a silhouette though, it’s got no details, no nothin’. Oh, he’s got this in the bag.
But when he meets Shouto’s gaze, the look directly at him doesn’t even look mildly uncertain or put down. In fact, Shouto looks like he’s already imagining the fucking cold soba he thinks he’s gonna get. Well, joke’s on him, the only soba he’s getting is the one he’s dreaming about.
“Yours looks incredible, Kat, but I’m very sorry to tell you that I’ve won this one.”
“What the actual fuck are you talking about, Halfie?” Katsuki barks, pulling out his phone to snap pictures and sends them to the walking troll doll, asking him to judge the one that looks the best. “Do you see mine? Even Eyebags isn’t that goddamn blind. You better get ready with your antacids ‘coz we’re having spicy curry tonight, babe.”
But Shouto just hums, the overconfident look on his face not melting one bit. It’s infuriating.
Mindfreak must have been on his phone already because the response is instant.
One word: cat.
“Are you fucking shitting me?” Katsuki growls, typing those exact words to the purple-haired bastard.
The response is immediate again: the cat wins.
Katsuki glares at the phone, hoping that he can somehow shoot lasers at the asshole just by staring at his name on his screen real fucking hard.
“The judge has spoken, I win,” Shouto says, the slightest lilt in his tone clearly meant to get under Katsuki’s skin, “babe.”
“You picked him as judge ‘coz you knew he’d pick your dumb cat, you cheater!” Katsuki accuses him, standing up and pointing a threatening finger.
Shouto just looks back at him amused, “No, we picked him, because he’s the most unbiased.”
“Liar!”
“I didn’t think you’d be such a sore loser about this.”
“I’m not a sore loser ‘coz I didn’t fucking lose!”
Shouto stands up too, coming around the table to pull Katsuki close to him by the waist. But nah uh, he can’t just touchy-feely his way outta this. He turns his face away when Shouto attempts to kiss him, hands against Shouto’s chest to keep the fucking distance. He gets a peck on the cheek instead, ugh.
“You’re the one that made this into a competition, you know?” Shouto rubs the fact in his face.
Katsuki huffs, “Shut the fuck up and stop gloating.”
“I’m not gloating. But I do know what I want for dessert after you make us the soba.”
Katsuki finally looks back up at Shouto who snatches the chances to kiss his lips. It’s enough to make Katsuki’s mouth turn up into a smile against his will.
“Uh huh, and what’s that?”
Another lingering kiss, “I think you know what it is already.”
Katsuki gives in and loops his arms around Shouto’s neck, pulling him in for a longer, deeper one. “Yeah, fine, you got me, bastard. But we’re doing dessert before dinner, you owe me that much.”
“Mhm, I do like that idea.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Shouto offers one more kiss before stepping away, “I’ll cut the pie and you get the ice cream and utensils.”
And with that Shouto walks back inside leaving Katsuki blinking at his retreating back, heart racing, face flushed, and turned on as all hell.
Oh, this absolute bastard! Shouto’s getting some pie alright. To the fucking face. Katsuki charges in after him.
Somehow they do manage two rounds of dessert before dinner. Oh, and a slice of the homemade pie.