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Katsuki becomes aware that he’s slipping out of his dream state when the sound of the apartment door thuds shut. His breathing, once even and shallow from sleep, becomes deep with a large inhale, slowly pushed out through his nose.
Sunlight dances over his closed eyelids, painting red and orange spots across his vision. He rolls onto his back and flexes his arms and legs. A long, satisfied groan accompanies the light pops and cracks of his joints.
And then he finally opens his eyes, lashes fluttering against high cheekbones. The room is dimly lit by the light that peeks between fluttering curtains. Katsuki can hear shuffling in the kitchen and when he lays his hand where Izuku normally lay, he finds it empty, the sheets cool under his palm.
“Babe?” He calls, voice rough.
Soft, padding footsteps grow louder, slowing as they approach the door to the bedroom. The knob turns and messy green curls become visible first, followed by ruddy cheeks and a soft smile.
“Morning Kacchan,” Izuku greets, barely above a whisper. “I hope I wasn’t too loud coming back.”
“Mmm no,” Katsuki sighs, eyelids still heavy. He makes grabby hands at his boyfriend and Izuku’s gentle giggle reaches his ears. “C’mere.”
Moments later, the smaller man’s weight presses Katsuki into the bed. He grunts in discomfort when Izuku’s sweatshirt zipper bites into his skin.
“Sorry.”
“‘S fine,” Katsuki mumbles.
“You’re still sleepy.”
“Gimme like five minutes.”
Izuku giggles at that, the sound like a lullaby to Katsuki as he closes his eyes and loses consciousness for a few seconds. Crooked fingers massage his scalp and he makes an embarrassing noise to show that he’s appreciative of the gesture.
“Where’d you go?” Katsuki grumbles softly with a deep breath through his nose. He’s determined to wake up, but having Izuku’s hands on his body is too relaxing.
“Coffee run.”
“Mm.”
“We can always heat it up later,” Izuku whispers.
He struggles to get his sweatshirt off for a few moments before slipping under the covers and curling around Katsuki’s side, one arm and leg draped across.
“Yeah,” Katsuki whispers, dipping his head down to press a kiss into fluffy curls that smell of eucalyptus shampoo and gentle, crisp ozone. “Later.”