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“DEKU!!”
Loud yells in their small city apartment downtown. Another complaint for the neighbors to worry about.
“WHAT KACCHAN?!”
There is literally only a wall in between them but their stubbornness (and overall laziness) leads them to only ever communicate through shouts across the room when it suits their fancy.
“GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW”
The person screaming is none other than Katsuki Bakugo, Pro Hero, rank 23. His eloquence, as you can see, knows no bounds, second in his class.
“BUT WHYYYY”
Izuku Midoriya, the roommate in question, Pro Hero, rank 22, yells back. His concise words of complaint are a compliment to Katsuki’s refreshing glass of screams at 9:40 in the morning on a Wednesday afternoon.
“GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE BEFORE I FUCKING MAKE YOU, YOU FAT ASS”
Katsuki’s loving words are thrown across the room as the sound waves travel through the apartment (and frankly the entire floor, not that that’s relevant) and to Deku’s ears for a response.
…
There’s shuffling of feet on the hardwood floor. Slow yet sure.
Bakugo Katsuki could probably pick Deku out of a crowd in mere seconds flat. He could distinguish his mood just from the pace he walks, tell the time of the day just by looking at the state of his hair, tell the weather from the angle of his hand, and the distance between his freckles. Katsuki could map his consciousness blindfolded and asleep down to the neuron. He could sculpt his likeness and figure like a blind man turned classical artist.
That’s all to say, Bakugo Katsuki knows Izuku Midoriya. Feels him in himself, an integral part of his soul, an extension to his self.
Regardless, he takes this information in stride and uses it as a weapon, tool, or threat, when it most suits him.
“Yeah, Kacchan? What do you need?” Deku rubs his eyes his figure is bathed in a large blanket.
Clearly, he has only just recently gotten out of bed (as seen in his hair and overall appearance), most likely wasting time away scrolling through his phone on whatever depths of the internet marks his fancy that day (Deku routinely wakes up around 9 am even when he has no alarm, his internal clock is quite good once he gets the proper amount of sleep - thanks to Katsuki’s badgering) which means today is Deku’s off-day (Katsuki knows this because their schedules are on the fridge and their shared calendar on their phones) as on any other given day he would be up and getting ready for his usual shift (Deku prefers mornings and mids during Winter and the crime rates generally lower so he can use his nights to collect data and do other nerd shit).
Katsuki just so happens to have this weekend off which he was planning on using to go on his bimonthly hiking trip. Despite being a well-known serial loner, Katsuki has made it a routine to bring Deku on his trip the second week of every month (leaving the second monthly trip to himself) as Katsuki is nothing if not a creature of habit. But, it just so happens that next weekend the Annual Hero Gala is occurring, and it is unfortunately also two days long. This leaves the second weekend of this month completely booked.
Fortunately, Katsuki is also a flexible being (not true), and with some minor reworking has changed his plans to leave for the hiking trip this weekend instead of the next. He also knows that Deku just so happens to have the entire week off on mandatory leave (because if he doesn’t take at least a week off their agency will most likely be violating worker laws or something and Deku works too much - nothing new). Katsuki also knows that Deku has zero (0) plans this weekend (courtesy of their calendar *see above) thus the whole plan is working out.
While Deku generally does not need persuading, he is, unfortunately -in Katsuki’s words- “one petty ass motherfucker” and has thus refused any outings with Katsuki for the whole entire week (its only Wednesday) which has greatly affected Katsuki’s habits and work schedule (he feels a bit annoyed and lonely). This scuffle is due to Katsuki’s brazen comment on Monday where he said some rather rude comments about an interaction Deku had had with a reporter which turned into an argument, which turned into a spar/fight, which turned into another argument about who was supposed to do the groceries last week (it was totally Deku by the way the calendar was marked wrong fuck you) and overall ended in a semi-silent treatment on Deku’s end. This then brings in Katsuki’s plan. Bakugo Katsuki, an unfortunate friend of Izuku Midoriya knows that Deku just so happens to be a sentimental and forgiving motherfucker, and while he is not one to abuse, he totally is an asshole who will abuse when pushed to the absolute limit (fuck you Deku). Katsuki also knows, thanks to his all-seeing eye and general wit (this is exaggerated), that Midoriya Izuku is most vulnerable in the mornings around 10 when he lacks food - something Katsuki, just so happens to have prepared (it’s his favorite) - due to his hangry nature (something which is seen by only a select few (may they rest in peace)). So bargaining (apologizing) with Deku should be a piece of cake -or pancake for this instance- as Katsuki is not only a great chef but he also is certified by the government in handling situations of de-escalation when the villains or targets (Deku) are most agitated.
Again, Katsuki Bakugo knows Izuku Midoriya best. Can read him like the back of his hands.
“I made breakfast. Eat.”
He reads his movements and flips to the next page.
“Oh…thanks Kacchan.”
And with this, the next chapter comes.
Deku smiles and suddenly, a wave on the beach has been quelled. The sun is shitting rainbows, the plants are cropped and the fields watered -or whatever the fuck his weird fans say.
Deku’s smile is so… Smile.
It greatly infuriates Katsuki on a good day and obliterates his mood on a bad one. It’s stuff made of angels and rainbows and sugar and whatever the fuck is good on this cursed green earth he's forced to inhabit. He hates it.
Weird and possible extra quirk Deku might have aside though…
Back to the task at hand.
Step one has been accomplished.
Katsuki counts exactly 5 minutes of simple silence after Deku finishes eating before he decides to bring up the topic, to lull Deku into a false sense of security. He will never know what hit him.
The 5 minutes of silence were comfortable, as they generally are when in the presence of Deku. He finally, after years, has learned a semblance of shutting the hell up sometimes. While he still mutters on occasions, Katsuki finds himself less annoyed by it as the years pass and its rarity increases. It's like a small reminder of how far Deku’s come from the runt he used to be, he’s no longer the skinny stick-like figure of a boy who shakes even in the midst of saving people who honestly don’t deserve it. Here he is now, a top 100 hero who carries a confidence and sureness that reassures all those who see him at the scene of a crime, a kind of “oh… I think I’ll be ok now, Deku's here” and they breathe a sigh of relief, even as he’s absolutely hounding down on those pancakes at nearly 10 in the morning.
“Ahhh, Kacchan these pancakes are so good,” he continues to ramble as he stuffs his fat face more, “fank yuuu for bweakfas” he spits out.
“Don’t speak with your mouth full dumbass.” Katsuki goes to grab a napkin to hand to Deku. A common occurrence, Deku, with his bad table manners and messily stuffed cheeks, and Katsuki with his obsessive cleanliness.
Regardless, now is the best time to strike. Katsuki has assessed and it seems his target is properly subdued with the bribes.
“Saturday. Hiking.”
The confidence he says this, like it's a fact and not a question doesn’t stop Katsuki from holding his breath.