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It was a dark and cloudy Friday night. The streets buzzed with life below the open windows. But inside a particular apartment it was silent, only the sound of continuous pen scratching could be heard. The pen was just as red, as the holder's fingers when pressed hard enough against the paper under it.
The holder of the pen looked up at the wall. The clock read 10:20 pm. He sighed as he pushed his chair away from the table and stood up.
‘I can't believe it's this late again, grading papers sure takes time away from other things in life,’ he thought to himself, while stretching his arms and legs out.
“Man, I wonder what's for dinner!” the man chuckled to himself. He undid the buttons on his shirt and took it off, during which he walked over to the refrigerator and checked inside.
“Damn it Izuku, you forgot to go and buy food,” the green-haired man facepalmed himself. He finally had some free time to himself that weekend, and he wanted to do some meal prep to make getting ready for work easier but he won't be able to do that now, apparently.
He was tired, sleepy, and hungry too on top of that. He could just go take a shower and fall asleep afterwards but he couldn't get himself to do so.
‘Perhaps the corner store still has some pre-packaged food that I can just heat up,’ Izuku thought to himself. He put on his Red Riot themed gym shorts and one of many All Might t-shirts, this particular one had a light gray color with his face printed on the back. With his work uniform finally being off, he grabbed his wallet and keys and then headed out.
[ ... ]
“Ahh so many options... But which one to pick-ick-ick" Izuku muttered to himself searching the convenience store's options. His stomach didn't like any of them, yet it kept on gurgling with hunger. Then, as if an angelic choir started singing, he spotted it. The oily coat of the breaded meat, the drool-making packaging of the holiest of holy foods to ever exist. The Glorious and Mighty Katsudon. *
‘Perfect, thank you All Might.’ he put his hands together as if praying to God, a meal worthy of his ever-lasting hunger. He went to the cashier with 2 boxes, to last him the next morning, and left as soon as possible.
[ ... ]
He went up the stairs to the 5th floor, to get a few extra steps in, of course. But when he got to the top, he felt weird. His doormat has shifted a bit and the frame had a blackish smudge on the left.
Someone got inside his house.
He was on high alert now, thinking about all the possible scenarios in his head. Was it a burglar? A villain? Did they specifically target his house or was this just a random choice? Just how oblivious is he to his surroundings nowadays that he hadn't noticed if he was followed to his apartment or not!? Izuku was spiraling, as he stealthily walked up to his door to investigate further. The door lock wasn't tampered with. Strange. He took a better look at the smudging. It looked similar. He smelled it. He then took out his key, unlocked the door and stepped in.
“Kacchan, I'm home!” he forgot he gave Kacchan a key to his home for emergencies but he just comes and goes whenever he feels like it, how silly of him.
“Took ya' long enough.” Katsuki said, while he walked up to him and helped Izuku up after he took off his shoes. “I was getting really bored here y'know, where did ya' run off to in the middle of the night anyway? There are scary villains hiding in dark alleyways all over town, Shithead.” the blond said, ruffling the other man's hair a bit with an obvious fondness in his voice.
Izuku giggled like a schoolgirl, “Yeah yeah, but with a strong and powerful hero like you around, I'm sure nothing bad will happen to me!” he declared with some sass thrown in there for good measure. He liked bantering with his childhood friend. “I just grabbed some food to eat. I got really hungry after finishing all my paperwork.”
“Oh tell me 'bout it! They've been eating my ears off 'cuz the fuckin' loser I fought last week destroyed so much shit in the area’s business district, as if that's my fault.” Katsuki shook his head and took away the white plastic bag from Izuku's hands to the kitchen. “What kind of trash are you about to put in your body now?”
He took a peek inside. “Katsudon? Again?” Izuku smiled sheepishly. “Y’know I can just make this for ya’ whenever, right? Why buy this pre-made bullcrap.” Katsuki said disgustingly.
“Well,” Izuku put his point finger up, “For one, you’re not my maid, Kacchan, and as much as I love your cooking I can’t constantly call for your help. Also, it’s not like I’ll blow up a kitchen.” he declared smugly. In the background a -That happened ONE time Izuku!- could be heard but the green-haired man continued regardless, “Besides, I’m a grown man, I can take care of myself. Although you scared me quite a bit, actually.” he chuckled nervously as Katsuki raised one of his eyebrows at him from the side.
“What do you mean by that?” he questioned.
“Oh, I thought an intruder somehow got inside my house. Which was pretty terrifying to say the least! But I realized it was you when I-” Katsuki cut him off, before he started going on a rant again.
“When you decided to play detective?” Katsuki laughed to himself, “You seriously forgot I live here?” he turned around to stare at the green-haired man, with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
Izuku rolled his eyes, “Those keys are mostly for emergencies. You do not live here, Kacchan.”
“No but I basically do, and to be honest I probably should, considering your sad excuse of ‘adulting’ you do here,” Katsuki declared, while air quoting self-righteously.
Izuku ‘humpf’ed. “Well Kacchan, if you miss me so bad, then maybe you should.”
“I could knock some sense into ya’ and make you have a healthy eating habit. When was the last time you cooked for yourself, Izuku?” he asked, smiling at the smaller man as he walked closer to him.
“That... is not important right now!” Izuku looked away after giving it a quick thought and blushed embarrassingly. He genuinely couldn’t remember but he won’t let Kacchan’s ego grow larger than it already is.
“We're gonna go and buy groceries tomorrow, my treat,” Katsuki said, with no intention of accepting a decline to his offer. “Then I'll make you some food that your taste buds will finally be thankful for. ”
The green-haired man chuckled nervously, “That's sweet of you Kacchan but you don't have to do that!” Izuku shook his hands in front of him, not just to make his statement clear but to stop the larger man from invading his personal space. The kitchen felt a bit hotter than usual suddenly, and quite small too.
Katsuki was a bit stronger than Izuku, considering the difference in the amount of training they do. He pushed his body forward and backed Izuku to his fridge. He gave an unpleasant look and huffed. “We’re not gonna to argue ‘bout this before I take a shower and eat something. C’mon and sit down, I can hear your stomach begging for mercy, Nerd,” Katsuki gave a quick smirk to Izuku, put the unwrapped food into the microwave, grabbed two mugs, and started boiling water for tea.
“Well, make yourself feel at home Kacchan,” Izuku sighed and gave the blond a defeated smile. “Would you like me to finish the tea, so you’d have time to undress?” He asked innocently, unlike the hero in the mudded suit next to him.
Without looking up from the basket of tea bags he barked out, “Immediately to the point huh? Not even waiting to finish our dinner first, Izuku?” The blond winked at him to which he tilted his head questioningly then gasped, his face became as red as a tomato when he tried to explain himself. He almost had a nervous breakdown, Kacchan was on a roll that night, apparently.
[ ... ]
By the time the clock on the wall hit midnight, silence filled the serene apartment. A pleasant silence drowned out the lively sounds of the streets below. The people inside the peaceful bedroom lay fast asleep next to one another, unbeknownst to them, seeking out each other's warmth and comfort. For tomorrow is another day of mystery and excitement.