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Izuku had been sitting outside 1-A’s dorm building for a couple minutes now, it had gotten heated in the kitchen after Kacchan came down the stairs and he hadn't quite done cooking even though Katsuki wanted to cook.
Everything got overwhelming as the king explosion asshole pulled his food from the oven to put his own in even though the timer had clearly said that it only had 15 minutes left. Izuku felt like his brain suddenly flipped and he became emotional over his food. Tears brimmed and anger simmered in his stomach.
“BAKUGO! You ass! It was almost done, can you not wait.”
“I need to eat too Deku and you’ve been hogging the oven for like an hour now so it’s my turn.”
Izuku scowled, feeling tears roll down his face which he wiped away harshly in his irritation, he couldn’t be bothered with this bitch today. As much as he idolizes his former best friend he had changed getting slightly nicer, he was still a bully but on a subdued level from the watching eyes of Aizawa sensei. But he was never really on this level anymore which sent Izuku’s brain reeling back to middle school.
He was really at his wits end over this though, he was hungry and sore from training and all he wanted was food and a solid nap. His muscles were tight and achy but also he hadn’t eaten since lunch and that was a good 7 hours ago and at least 3 of those hours were training in class and with All Might.
So understandably he snapped, he grabbed the hot tray off Kacchan with his bare hands and slammed it down on the side ignoring the burning feeling on the palms of his hands, he couldn’t really feel it anyway.
“You’re such an ass you know, I just wanted food and then to got to bed but you really had to waltz around like you own the place and command everybody around your stupid timetable.”
To which he just shrugged, Izuku felt tears release and free flow down his face and that's how he found himself sitting alone on the front porch trying to calm himself down from his anger and crying. It had been a while since he had a meltdown like that, he was just overwhelmed with everything. The lights had been too bright, everyone was too loud, he had been on his own with his thoughts, he was hungry and he just wanted to get in bed and cuddle with his boyfriend.
Nobody knew about them yet they’d both decided to keep it quiet so then they wouldn’t be chased around by the girls fawning over them both. They had both confessed about a week after the sports festival since Izuku had let it slip that it was hot that Toshi could quite literally have anyone he wanted and that watching him use his quirk was hot. To which they had both blushed but later exchanged phone numbers. It was also found that Toshi had actually been watching Izuku in the cafeteria for a while too but had been too afraid to consult the golden boy of class 1A. Which of course Izuku found absolutely adorable.
Hotoshi had been back in his old dorms to collect the last of his clothes to put in his 1A room and the purple haired insomniac had chosen now since he had gotten some crazy rush of motivation that he didn’t want to waste.
But Izuku wanted cuddles, he didn’t like being alone outside. He tucked his knees against his chest and rested his chin on his knees hugging them close as he sat alone in his thoughts.
In the kitchen Krishima had approached Bakugo after watching the little dispute, “hey man that was really unmanly of you dude, Midoribro was just finishing his food you could’ve waited.”
“I didn’t want to wait for the damn nerd I’m hungry.”
“Okay so I don’t know who put a stick in your ass but we really need to not have it there, he was clearly hungry too and yours won’t be done for a while anyways so whats 15 minutes,” Kirishima glanced at Midoriya’s discarded food that he’d been making for over an hour and then back to the other boy. “Let him finish cooking and then put yours in it won’t take long and we could always join Kaminari on his Nintendo switch while we wait, that really wasn't cool.”
“Shitty hair I just want to eat and Deku has excused himself so he clearly isn’t using the kitchen anymore so I can make my food.”
“Alright bro I’m going then but don’t expect anything from me later on tonight like cuddles or watching TV shows and no I will not be taking any of your food as bribery. You’re a good cook, Bakubro but you’re a bad friend. Anyone could see that. I’m not saying that I’m choosing Midoriya over you before you explode, but I also won’t stand around while you act like this to him.”
Kirishima silently walked away from Bakugo grabbed some tinfoil and wrapped Midoriya’s food in the hopes he might come back later, he didn’t know why Bakugo was being such a dick but he wouldn’t be defending his boyfriend from problems he caused because there sure as hell would be backlash for hurting the class 1A green bean.
Everyone simped for him to some extent so who wouldn’t tell someone off for making him cry.
He sighed, slumping on the couch where most of the class were looking at him in the hopes he had managed to diffuse the situation but all he had to do was shake his head and a few of the girls stood up and rolled up their sleeves.
They seriously meant business and at this moment Kirishima hoped that the way Bakugo was treating people would really bite him in the ass, he had been off all day but no prompting would get anything out of him. Only insults and blank faces.
They went around the corner to the smell of smoke, “Bakugo what have you-” Momo started and then said the remains of Izuku’s food, “did you blow it up?”
“No of course I didn’t extra” he said looking rather flustered. “I put it in the oven but I think it was too hot” he fumbled with the tray and dropped it by accident, this attracted the attention of Kirishima and Kaminari who both jogged around the corner in concern.
“Hey babe are you okay?” Kirishima approached Bakugo immediately, seeing that he had gotten a lot more visibly flushed than before, raising his hand he placed it gently on his partner's forehead. The rest of the class seemed to see this as their chance to leave. “You’re burning up babe, is that why you’ve been acting off? I know you usually run at higher temperatures anyway but this seems a little much even for you.”
“Eiji I don’t feel good” and with that the act was dropped and Bakugo rested his head on his boyfriend's shoulder as he turned off all the appliances and started to escort him up to bed.
“I’ll make some easier food for you in a minute, babe come on, it's time for bed” he said, kissing the blonde's forehead gently.
Shinso was in his old room, it was empty apart from the stay socks, a box of ornaments and his leftover hoodies. They were left here since they had been too much effort to carry on Monday when he had moved into 1A. It was Friday today and Nezu had asked him to have the room empty by sunday.
He stuffed as much into his backpack as possible, his stomach rumbling reminding him that it would be beneficial if he ate something in the next hour. Hopefully he could get Izuku to sit with him when he ate so then he wasn’t on his own.
Usually when Hitoshi ate it was later than the rest of his new class so he ended up eating alone sometimes when Izuku was busy. He was so excited for the weekend they had a date planned and not that anyone would notice (hopefully) they were going to stay in his new room together and cuddle so they could spend some time close together.
Deeming that he had sorted enough out and only had one box left on his bed he headed out of the dorm building and headed down the little street of first year dorm buildings until he reached 1A.
He heard sniffling as he approached and he saw a dark figure on the porch who was shivering slightly from the breeze, as he got even closer he realized that it was Izuku sitting there.
“Izu, love why are you sitting outside?” he rushed over not leaving any time to waste because his boyfriend needed him.
Izuku looked up at him with red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks as fresh tears continued to flow, “K-Kacch-chan st-stopped me” Midoriya paused for a breath muttering incomprehensible words, “f-food… angry” was the only other words he could make out.
“Okay, okay we’ll figure it out okay come here,” Hitoshi had sat next to his broccoli and dumped his bags on the floor opening his arms. Izuku didn’t even hesitate crawling into his lap and wrapping himself around Hitoshi’s middle and it wasn’t long before there were damp spots on his shoulder.
Midoriya had buried his head into his boyfriend's neck, nuzzling his nose as far as possible, almost as if he could disappear.
“Love, how long have you been out here?” Izuku shrugged his chest no longer heaving as much as his breaths began to calm in Hitoshi’s presence.
“T-ten minut-tes p-probably” was the quiet response, to which Hitoshi began to run his hand through his partners hair gently feeling the softness of his curls and trying to calm to shuddering of his body.
“Have you gotten too hungry Izu? Are you feeling all funky because of no food?” Midoriya nodded against his shoulder clasping onto his shirt tightly holding onto Toshi like a lifeline which in this situation he definitely was.
After managing to carry Izuku inside, and then having to pick him up again when he wouldn’t let him leave for the 2 seconds it would take him to get his bags from outside, they got some food for them both which seemed to help his little green bean settle more. He was still being very clingy though not in a bad way. It was just an observation that he had made but he didn’t mind soothing his boyfriend because heaven knows how many times this situation had been flipped.
They finally made it back to Hitoshi’s room where he set down his green haired backpack and passed him some comfy pajamas to borrow (and probably steal, Izuku was a clothing gremlin) before they turned on a dim bedside light and laid down. They turned it off when they were comfortable and Hitoshi found himself on his back with Izu laid flat out on him with his face under his chin and smushed against his chest.
It was adorable, he leant down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead only for Izuku to blush and let out a quiet little whine that made his heart melt.
Who could’ve known the problem child his mentor constantly discussed was actually just the softest, cuddliest person he’d ever met. Hitoshi managed to snap a quick photo for the memories before switching it off completely, being interrupted from this by a small pair of grabby hands reaching up to pull Hitoshi down to be comfortable in the bed.
“Cuddles pleaaase…”
Of course he obliged, pulling Izuku closer and once again carding his hand through the forest green curls.