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It’s rare they get any time together anymore.
Their hero schedules overlap with the worst hours. By the time Katsuki gets home, Shouto is fast asleep or when Shouto leaves early in the morning, Katsuki is dead to the world. So when they finally get a day off at the same time Katsuki makes sure they make the most of it.
Katsuki would never admit it- well maybe to Shouto he would, but not anyone else– how excited he was to just spend the day with Shouto. Lounging on the couch trying to catch up on the show they started six months ago, promising to only watch it when they were together. Ordering their favorite take out from around the small noodle shop from around the corner, watching Soba play with her favorite toy, and deep cleaning the hell out of their apartment. (Even if Katsuki knows you could eat off the floors.)
Katsuki could never grow tired of him, no matter how many long, blank stares Shouto throws his way (even the intentional ones because he knows Katsuki hates them.)
Tuesdays are usually Shouto’s day off while Thursdays are his. But by the grace of whatever in the sky, Katsuki’s off day had to be moved and landed on a Tuesday. So, here they were, wrapped up in each other on the couch trying to binge watch the 3 seasons they were now behind on their show.
Shouto lays beside Katsuki, head tucked just under Katsuki’s jaw with an arm thrown across Shouto’s waist pulling him in towards his chest. The window off to the left side is open just enough to let in the beginnings of the cool breeze of fall and the warm sunlight of the final days of summer. The soft sounds of the city underneath them dance in alongside the wind. With both of their quirks, the space in between them is warm and Kasuki can feel his losing fight with heavy eyes as Shouto curls into his chest even tighter.
“Hey Katsuki,” Shouto’s face pressed into the side of his neck as he starts, “it’s grocery day,” Shouto huffs just louder than the tv and more to Katsuki than himself because he knows the response he’s about to get- “No.” Katsuki says with his eyes closed, both arms now around Shouto pulling him in tight, “It’s not fucking grocery day.”
Shouto doesn’t say anything, again just almost convinced to stay right where he is in Katsuki’s arms when the soft padding of feet come from across the room. Soba jumps onto the arm of the couch and settles watching their losing battle to sleep. But as Soba jumps onto the couch, he can tell Shouto notices the movement. “Katsuki I need to go-”
“Fuck no, halfie. We’re not leaving this damn couch today.” Katuski groans, tightening his arms around Shouto. Shouto smiles against the warm skin of Katsuki’s neck, “Do you want to come with me then?”
Shouto starts to move back, somehow managing to untangle himself from Katsuki’s arms and asks as he sits up on an elbow looking down at him. Katsuki pulls his hood further down his face covering his eyes as he grumbles angrily, but makes no move to get up.
He can tell Shouto is looking down at him, with only half of his face showing, and smiles as Katsuki makes his apparent disapproval of Shouto no longer being in his arms.
“Okay, I’ll be back in a couple hours then.” Shouto starts to make his way off of the couch when hands on his hips pull him back. He lands with an umph against Katsuki’s chest.
“Hours? What the fuck are you doing there for hours, Icyhot?” He reaches up to his hood, pulling it up over just one eye.
“Well, you’re usually on patrol on Tuesdays. So I like to go and take my time.”
“Just go on Sunday–” Katsuki starts but Shouto cuts him off, “I can’t go Sunday. Soba needs food, she’s on her last can of wet food.” Soba perks up at the sound of her name. “Also, it's packed on the weekends. I prefer to go when it's empty.” Katsuki can’t fight with that. Damn .
“Do you have to go now?” Now Katsuki is purposely dragging his feet trying to drag out the last few seconds they have left in their own little bubble– “Now, Katsuki. I’m leaving–”
“FUCKING FINE. I’m coming with.” He grumbles as he sits up. Shouto stands looking back at him and extends his hand. Katsuki scoffs but takes his hand interwinding their fingers.
***
The nearest small mart is just a few blocks from their apartment, closer to the office, so they decide to walk. Hand in hand, they make they’re way over to the small family-runned shop. There is a closer chain store the opposite way of the apartment, but Katsuki likes the selection of meat and vegetables at this place so they tend to go there more often.
The sliding doors open as they step up off the curb and the small ding of the bell signals their arrival. As expected, the shop is nearly empty. Shouto smiles at the small, older woman at the counter as she waves hello to them. Katsuki grabs a buggy from the side still mumbling under his breath that Shouto can’t make out but makes him giggle to himself.
They start on the left side of the store. They practically have the aisles nearly memorized, as Shouto starts to grab the few items he knows there running low on. Katsuki trails behind him and lets Shouto pick most things.
He would obviously much rather be still laying on the couch with Shouto in his arms but to be honest he would go anywhere Shouto wanted. So he’ll bite his tongue as he watches him move effortlessly through the aisles picking out all of their items. Something so simple as fucking grocery shopping together feels so domestic and makes Katsuki’s heart clench. Fuck he loves this idiot so much.
Shouto turns around the last aisle and into the last cold aisle. Clear doors hold all the items needing to be refrigerated. The aisle here is slightly narrower than the others so Katsuki stays with the cart.
He hunches over the handle of the cart as he watches Shouto pull the first fridge door open. He pulls out two similar looking bottles of coffee creamer but they’re in two different colors: blue for vanilla and yellow for carmel.
He can see the deep furrow in Shouto’s brow, the way he does when he’s deep in thought or when he’s mid battle trying to decide the safest way to save as many civilians as possible. But here it is as he tries to decide which flavor of coffee creamer they’ll use for the week.
The corner of Katsuki's lip turns up and his eyes soften as he looks at Shouto. If it had been anyone else in the world Katsuki would have already yelled at them to just pick a damn flavor so they can move on, but as he stands there he realizes that he would spend all night standing in the cold dairy aisle waiting for Shouto to pick the flavor he wanted most.
Then, almost as if he completely forgot Katsuki was standing there, Shouto looks up at him. “Which one do you want?” and holds up the bottles towards him.
“I want whatever the hell you want.”
“I usually pick the one I think you’d like best.” and if that doesn’t make Katsuki’s heart fucking melt. Fucking gross.
Katsuki grips the cart handle to keep from tossing that cart to the side and kissing Shouto stupid in the middle of the aisle. Instead he wheels the cart over to him. He stops and parks the cart just off to the side, out of the way, and wraps his arms around Shouto’s waist. His chin rests on Shouto’s shoulder as Shouto continues to mull over the decision. Katsuki tries his best to not laugh, “I want whatever you want.”
Shouto groans, “We’ll be here all day if we play this game.” This time, Katuski lets himself laugh. He reaches past Shouto and into the fridge to pick out a completely different flavor option. “This one.” Katsuki says with laughter still on his tongue, “let's get this one.” It’s a purple bottle that reads ‘Sweet Cream’ flavored coffee creamer.
Shouto’s head falls as he smiles and huffs out a small laugh putting back the two other bottles, “I should have known.” As soon as Shouto (finally) closes the door and turns back towards Katsuki, Katsuki pulls him in. He quickly kisses Shouto after making sure the aisle was empty and pulls back, arms still wrapped around Shouto’s waist.
It’s quick, too fast for Katsuki’s taste, but Shouto pulls away from him and reaches for the cart and sets the creamer in.
“What cereal do you want?”
Katsuki grins as he begins to go after Shouto, “I want whateve–”
“No Katsuki, we’re not doing this!”
Katsuki throws his head back laughing as he rounds the corner of the aisle.