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"Oi, I'm home... Fuck!" The door shut with a bit too much force as the sound of crinkling bags echoed from the entryway.
"Coming!" Izuku called out. He was in the middle of folding a few throw blankets, but excitedly dropped his current task upon hearing Kacchan enter the apartment to help bring in the groceries that Kacchan picked up on the way back from work.
They were on a time crunch before the others showed up, but Izuku believed they could do it.
"Gonna lose my damn pinky at this rate," Kacchan held up his swollen, dented finger, almost as if it was Izuku's fault. As the blonde relinquished the bag he probably carried up the stairs like that, Izuku checked for lasting damage.
Of course he knew Kacchan was just fine, but if he wanted the attention the least he could do was humor him.
"Should've told me you were here, I would have met you downstairs," Izuku rolled his eyes, setting the bags on the counter and sorting through it. Since he knew what they were making that night he took the liberty of separating the groceries they needed for dinner from what they didn't.
He could hear shuffling behind him as Kacchan started unloading items and stocking the refrigerator. "Realized I couldn't get my phone out once I unloaded the car, and I figured I could do it all in one trip. Then I had to move things around to get my damn keys since this place has too many locked doors."
Izuku didn't know if Kacchan was looking, but he held up his own scarred pinky, struggling to maneuver it into a little hook. "Well you didn't have to put such a heavy bag on your smallest finger."
"And you didn't have to move into a place with so many stairs. See I thought everything through and knew an elevator was a big deal, you didn't, and we had to move your heavy ass furniture upstairs, and now I’m delivering your groceries. Fuck… why can't people come to mine instead?"
"It's too clean," Izuku sneered playfully, "Everyone would be afraid to knock something out of place and get the wrath of Kacchan." His modern apartment looked more like a museum than a livable space. Kacchan himself complained about how it looked amazing at the time but didn't feel right once he'd moved in. Izuku's place was small but homey, though he did agree that an elevator would have been useful. Still, Kacchan and the others seemed to gravitate toward it.
Kacchan shook his head in feigned annoyance, but the tiny smile on the edge of his lips said otherwise. "Tch, whatever."
"I think everyone likes it here because it's new."
"And because you're not surrounded by assholes who call in noise complaints when you drop a fucking pin," the blonde scoffed as he tossed Izuku his apron. Kacchan donned his own designated one before starting the prep work on dinner before their friends arrived.
Just like they usually did ever since Izuku had finally gotten this lovely space of his own, moving out of the dorms at Endeavor's agency while he figured out his next steps.
The war had been brutal on heroes, not only from Japan but from around the world, so when the survivors came out battered but victorious, the public cheered.
Class A in particular had skyrocketed in popularity since they had been in the center of the chaos, with Izuku at the forefront. Once the rubble had been cleared and society started to rebuild, class A had gained enough experience to be considered on par with the real pro heroes. Upon graduating, having gained the public's hearts as well as their trust meant they weren't considered mere sidekicks. Many placed high on the rankings too, and with that came a salary befitting their status.
Most of their friends bought places of their own or the luxuries they'd never been able to afford. Ochako followed her parents' wishes and spoiled them with a luxury vacation, paying for any and every upgrade available. Kacchan went out and bought a fancy car, going all out with the upgrades.
Izuku had chosen a different path.
Izuku Midoriya, the momma's boy he was, took advantage of this influx in income to prioritize his mom. She raised him all by herself and allowed him to follow his dreams, even when she believed it to be too dangerous. For someone to see what he had done with his body and still allow him to go to hero school, it must have been difficult for her. Even more so when the war began and she knew his involvement could have meant losing him forever, she trusted him. It meant the world to him that she finally believed in his ability to be a hero, and he had something very special in mind as a thank you.
Every paycheck he began putting money aside to buy her a comfortable home near her job so she didn’t have to travel so far in her daily commute. She put up a fuss, not wanting to leave the apartment they had practically spent Izuku's entire life in, but her loving son convinced her it was worth it. He wanted to provide for her the same way she provided for him, and when he showed her the house he was interested in, she thankfully changed her tune. He put in the offer the day she fell in love with it.
After all the house-related expenses, there wasn't much left for him to buy a home of his own, but at the time it didn’t matter. He was fine living in the sidekick lodging at the agency with Kacchan, but when the blonde had moved out, he kept his eye out for a space of his own.
Then one day, he managed to find a modest but upgraded apartment for himself. It was nothing fancy, but it was a space with potential. Potential that was wasted at first when he was essentially living with a mattress, a TV and a few figures, but it wasn’t like he was going to spend a lot of time there, right? Izuku was a busy man saving the world.
It wasn't until Kacchan barged in one day that he started making changes. His best friend deemed it unacceptable living like that and had helped move the rest of his things from storage and buy furniture. He practically took charge of everything, even putting together furniture while he was busy or had no motivation to do it himself.
Izuku said it wasn’t necessary, but Kacchan had insisted. He swore it was because Izuku had helped him with his new apartment a few months prior, and he didn’t want to owe him anything. Izuku figured it was just a Kacchan thing.
If anything, he was grateful for the help and was all too eager to take advantage of Kacchan’s eye for decor. Together, they had managed to make Izuku’s shrine to All Might look at least a little tasteful.
What neither of them anticipated, however, was for Izuku’s apartment to draw in all of their friends. After the initial housewarming party was such a success, it became kind of an unspoken tradition that whoever was free on Tuesday nights would hang out in Izuku’s living room, and for the past few months it became their new normal.
The day of the week was established as it was Izuku’s almost guaranteed day off, so he didn’t mind entertaining guests as long as he was allowed to sleep in. It was also common knowledge that Kacchan had a morning shift on Tuesdays with Wednesday being his usual day off. Not that this information was important to Izuku; it only meant that Kacchan would always be there no matter who could and couldn't make it, and he'd take over the responsibility of cooking for everyone while their blended friend groups could relax, often in a cuddle pile of Izuku’s soft blankets after a few too many beers.
"Hey nerd, I need you to cut the vegetables. The idiots are gonna be here soon, and I don't want to eat late."
"Can do!"
Izuku finished pre-washing the produce and grabbed a knife. While he chopped veggies, Kacchan started on the protein. They planned on making curry, but since Kacchan had gotten off work late and then had to pick up things for dinner, they needed to work together if they were to finish in time.
Not being the most gifted person with a knife (but also not the worst) Izuku still found his rhythm, slicing everything in a relatively even fashion. He thought it was all going well until his hand decided to cramp up and the knife fell to the floor.
At least his reaction time was fast enough to move out of the way as it clanged onto the tile.
A slam on the counter behind him snapped his attention away from the knife on the floor, mere inches from his foot. "What the hell are you doing?"
"My hand—it was my hand, Kacchan," he whimpered, cradling the appendage close to his chest.
"Oh, shit. Did it lock up again?" Kacchan's tone immediately changed, laced with concern instead of anger. He turned to look at Izuku, glancing at the way he clutched his stiff, misshapen hand.
Izuku nodded as he turned to face the blonde fully. Kacchan set what he was working on aside in favor of crossing the small kitchen to pick up the knife so Izuku didn't have to. Green eyes trailed after him, holding tight to his scarred hand, as Kacchan washed it in the sink and set it on the cutting board like it wasn't all that big of a deal.
"Let me see," Kacchan gently reached for Izuku, but as soon as their fingers touched, his head shot up, startled. "Your hand is freezing!" Red eyes bore into his, as if he had been impervious to the room's temperature until this moment.
"It is a little cold in here," he observed. Maybe he shouldn't have left the air conditioner on all afternoon…
“Izuku,” Kacchan growled, clenching and unclenching his fists.
Oh no. It was never a good sign when he used his first name in that tone.
"Compared to outside, your apartment is fucking Antarctica!" Kacchan activated his quirk briefly, small sparks lighting up his palms to warm them up a bit before taking Izuku’s misshapen hand into his own. It’d never healed correctly, joints slightly crooked and scar tissue making the flesh uneven, but it felt heavenly as Kacchan used his warm hands to ease his pain. "Why the fuck do you need it this cold?!"
"Well, I was running around cleaning up before you got here and I got a little warm–"
"It's not hot enough to justify using all that energy. You could've opened the windows! And what kind of mess did you make that you worked up a sweat, huh? I cleaned this place up yesterday!"
"Well, I uh... I kinda spilled my All Might cereal trying to juggle a few things on my way to the couch and it got everywhere?"
"All Might cereal?" Kacchan scoffed. "What are you, a fucking child?"
"I am an adult, thank you very much. I pay the rent and I can do what I want in my own space! Need I remind you that I only have that cereal because you bought it for me!"
Kacchan's ears went red at the accusation, bottom lip jutting into a subtle pout. His brows pinched in annoyance at having to admit to himself that he knew it was true.
Izuku was rarely one to go to the store for anything except what he could eat immediately or prepare quickly in the microwave. That meant he frequented the konbini down the street more than an actual supermarket. If he did go, it was usually when Kacchan was picking out food for the two of them, and he planned on getting more than he could carry alone.
…Or the blonde just wanted some company but didn't want to admit it.
The All Might cereal came from one of Kacchan’s solo trips, claiming he only bought it because of the limited-edition mini figure inside. What he didn’t realize was that Izuku only had a 1 in 60,100th chance of actually getting it. Izuku had already had his one in a million chance when he met the real All Might on the day of the sludge villain accident, and was lucky enough to inherit the man's quirk and live out his dream. Unfortunately for him, his luck didn't extend to winning prizes in cereal boxes. Even crossing his fingers and clenching his eyes shut didn't manifest enough luck to pull the figure from the bottom of the box.
His consolation prize did include some cool stickers, but that wasn’t the point.
They stood there, staring each other down as Kacchan kept working the tension out of Izuku's hand. He didn't want to admit how good it felt after the blonde had just gotten him so worked up. He had to bite back a moan when he'd finally felt the tight, stiff muscles begin to unlock themselves under Kacchan’s ministrations.
The sudden sound of the front door made them both tense.
Kacchan grabbed Izuku's hand, leading their eyes to meet in an intense staredown. It almost felt as if the two of them were waiting to see who would let go of the other first. Neither of them were the type to back down, always an unspoken challenge between them one way or another, but Izuku didn't know what to do once multiple pairs of approaching feet could be heard shuffling inside the apartment.
As their stare continued to hold—neither turning their heads to the patter of feet on the wooden floor of the genkan—Izuku held his breath, trying to figure out why exactly this felt so… different. Intense, almost. Like something hung in the balance that was absent in times before.
Many emotions were running through Kacchan's crimson eyes, fear being the first. It couldn’t have been about who had let their friends in; he should've known that Ochako was the only other person, besides Kacchan himself, to have a key to Izuku’s home. Which meant she must have been among the group that walked in to have opened the door and let the others inside.
But when the intensity of his carmine stare wavered and he appeared conflicted, Izuku felt a pull to know exactly what it was. Izuku had always been good at reading him, but he was too distracted. He wouldn't be the first one to look away, but as he silently questioned what was going on in his friend's head and why he couldn’t decipher it like usual, Denki walked into the kitchen jovially, holding up two packs of beer.
"What's up guys?! You ready to—" Denki trailed off once he picked up on the tense aura in the room. Green and red eyes snapped their gaze to the new addition, and the usually energetic blonde started backing away. "Okaaayyyy. Seems like I'm interrupting something? I'm gonna, uh, put these here and um… go… anywhere else. Bye!"
"Denki! It's—" Izuku tried to clear up whatever was going on between him and Kacchan, but Kaminari zipped from the room before he even had the chance. To be fair, he wasn't sure what was even happening.
Kacchan yanked his hand away suddenly like Izuku was the one with the combustible quirk; like he’d burned him. Pulling himself together, he turned to face the food they’d both unconsciously neglected on the counter, then proceeded to act like Izuku had never fumbled the knife in the first place. Like he hadn’t just melted away the discomfort in Izuku’s hand as he’d done a hundred times over.
Izuku wasn’t sure if he was deluding himself or if the rosy color on the tips of Kacchan's ears matched his cheeks. "Go entertain the idiots, I've got it in here." Kacchan eventually gruffed, getting back to business as usual.
“Okay." Izuku stood there, feeling oddly out of place in his own kitchen. "Is there anything you want me to do before I go?”
“Put Pikachu’s beer in the fridge before it gets warm,” Kacchan replied, his tone carefully controlled. “Dinner will be late, too. If they complain, tell 'em they should be grateful they’re even being fed at all.”
Izuku decided he wouldn’t tell their friends what Kacchan said word for word, but he did the rest as instructed. The entire time, he found himself stealing glances at Kacchan inquisitively. The blonde’s gaze never faltered as he finished what he was working on, and picked up the task Izuku had failed to do.
“Kacchan?” Izuku asked. He leaned against the doorway, comfortably observing Kacchan as he focused on his cooking. He couldn’t ignore how satisfying it was to see the man in his element in his kitchen, cutting vegetables with more precision than Izuku ever could.
“What?” Kacchan’s husky voice was difficult to hear when he threw some of the ingredients into the pan, the sound of food sizzling filling the kitchen. When he didn't answer, his eyes flickered toward Izuku for a moment.
“Thank you for making dinner,” Izuku said warmly. “Kacchan’s cooking always makes me happy.” He rested his head against the wall, a dopey grin forming on his face.
Kacchan’s head perked up with Izuku's sincerity, and he looked over at him with wide eyes. Izuku had no idea why he was so flustered over such a simple compliment. Kacchan had always been the type to brush them off, or find a way to complain about something else rather than just taking it and moving on. Before he could wonder what had changed, Izuku turned on his heel and headed towards the living room where their friends had been waiting a bit too long to be greeted by their host.
“Deku!” Ochako cried. She had already made herself comfortable, but got up from her seat on the couch for him and jumped into his arms with glee.
“Oh, hi!” Now it was his turn to get flustered, not expecting so much attention right away.
When Ochako was back on the ground, he looked to everyone else. Honestly, there were fewer people than he expected. Hanta, Tenya, and Shoto must have been either busy or working, but the rest of his and Kacchan's core groups were there.
He was happy to see Tsu on the couch next to the spot Ocha had just vacated and Mina and Eijirou who were both sitting on the floor next to the chair Denki claimed every time he was over. He called it the most comfortable place in the room, which meant it belonged to him.
"Hey, guys!" He smiled at the rest of his friends, "Dinner's gonna be a bit late. Kacchan—"
“It’s okay, honey, we heard him the first time,” Mina grinned back at him and then shouted towards the kitchen, “We know you love us Kats, just admit it!”
The words “Fuck you!” floated into the living room, but the response seemed to be expected as a collective giggle broke out. Denki turned on the TV, garnering everyone’s attention and the room quickly fell silent.
They never watched anything in particular, preferring to scroll through a few streaming services before settling on a title that sounded interesting enough but didn't require them to stop their conversations to focus on the plot.
This time, Denki knew what he wanted to watch. Apparently a new season of a dating show had just been released and he wanted to show everyone. Izuku had never seen it before, and by the interest on the other's faces, he seemed to be the only one. Kacchan wouldn't be included in the interested party at least. He shared Izuku's general disinterest in reality shows.
He had to admit, from the introduction it was an interesting concept, though he could hardly agree with the hosts calling two people flirting in separate pods an experiment. A show with interesting interpersonal dynamics perhaps, and filled with people who were clearly there to stir the pot, but this "experiment" lacked a lot of things—mainly a control group. Regardless, he and his friends were quickly enraptured when people were trying to form deep connections from the start, and started to guess who was most compatible with whom.
It didn't take long for his friends to settle in their normal spots and get comfortable. Tsu and Ochako had taken over the couch, wrapped up in blankets. Izuku had made sure to adjust the thermostat so Tsu wouldn’t freeze and start to hibernate, but he noticed when he had blankets out, they were used whether his friends were cold or not. The upside to having an excess of comfort items was that even if he didn't have a place to sit on the furniture, he could make himself comfortable on the floor with some throw pillows and a blanket.
Denki was in “his chair” sitting sideways with his legs hanging off the arm of the chair. Eijiro was just off to the side, sprawled out on the giant beanbag chair with Mina cuddled up under his arm. While her eyes were glued to the TV, she absentmindedly ran a hand through the pile of Izuku's throw rug, preoccupied with the individual strands until she picked something up.
“Mido, did you forget to vacuum earlier?” she asked.
Izuku looked over to see a piece of the All Might cereal he’d spilled pinched between her fingers. “Oh sorry! I thought I cleaned all of it up, but I guess not. I got cereal everywhere, and I suppose I’m not as thorough as Kacchan is when it comes to this carpet.”
He ran his hands through the carpet, picking up a few more stray pieces in his path to retrieve what Mina was holding and ran to throw it all out. By the time he got back, everyone was watching in silence as a couple got engaged to each other for the first time after only speaking to each other for a few days.
They really moved quickly, didn't they? Izuku couldn't relate.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Denki started, breaking the silence after the first engaged couple walked off screen, “but do you ever think it's weird that Kacchan over there is basically your housewife?" It was clearly a joke from the sly smirk on his face, but he sounded genuinely curious.
What? What did he mean? Kacchan wasn’t his housewife! He just came over because Izuku didn’t like to be alone.
"No? I mean it's always been like that, hasn't it? He took care of all of us when we lived in the dorms, he pitched in all the time when we lived together in the agency housing... It's just what he does."
Kacchan was always taking over things when he thought someone couldn’t do it as well as he could. Rather than fight him on it constantly, Izuku learned to pick his battles and not feel like he had to do everything himself.
"Babe. He lives across town from you, but whenever we come over he's cooking and cleaning your apartment." Mina accused, but she wasn't angry. Rather, there was a playful tone in her voice and a certain sparkle in her eye that hinting at something. Whatever it was went right over Izuku's head.
He didn't want to admit that Kacchan wasn't just over on Tuesdays when they all hung out. Kacchan actually came over all the time, sometimes even having dinner ready when he worked an earlier shift than Izuku. Then there were the times when their schedules were busier and they didn't see each other everyday, but he'd still make time for Izuku, surprising him with his favorite treats or coming over just because.
Sometimes Kacchan would force him to help with meal prep so Izuku wouldn't starve if there he wasn't going to be there for an extended period of time. Izuku knew he could fend for himself just fine, but Kacchan appeared more at ease if he knew Izuku wasn't eating junk all day every day.
Other times, Kacchan would walk in and immediately find some mundane task to do. Izuku never asked him to, but if he noticed the floor hadn't been swept or the dishes were piling up on the counter, he would just get to it.
When he gave the blonde a key, the intention was for emergencies or if Izuku had a pet he couldn't care for while he was away. But when Kacchan started showing up unannounced, letting himself in to stock the fridge and cook for him, Izuku didn’t question it. He even looked forward to whenever Kacchan would walk in like it was his own home. It wasn’t even that he wanted Kacchan to do anything for him, he just wanted him around.
"If I start to do anything, he yells at me and tells me to do something else." Izuku shrugged.
"It feels like you’re roommates, but there’s only one bedroom,” Tsu chimed in. “Don’t you get tired of him taking over your apartment?"
He'd never thought of it that way. Plus, this was Kacchan they were talking about. Izuku would never be tired of him.
"No. Not really."
It wasn't that he didn't do chores in his own home, or that he didn't want to do them, but when Kacchan was around he couldn’t sit still for very long. He'd just start doing something, and Izuku never complained when Kacchan took over the more difficult chores, leaving him the easier ones.
"Damn. I wish Bakubro would come over and clean my place!" Eijiro wished out loud. Too loudly apparently, because his voice carried over into the kitchen.
Kacchan turned around briefly, glaring at the redhead through the opening connecting both rooms. "Your apartment's a fucking pig sty, Shitty Hair. I ain't touching that!"
The man pretended to be disappointed, but those who had been to his apartment knew there was some truth in that frown; he wasn’t entirely joking.
The rest of the group busted out laughing at the interaction, but Ochako gathered their attention and lowered her voice in hopes Kacchan wouldn't be able to hear her. "You think that's his thing?" Ochako whispered, mirroring the mischievous glint that Izuku had seen in Mina’s eyes earlier.
It took a moment, but Denki's eyes lit up in recognition, joining them. "Oh my god," he wheezed, "I can definitely see that!" The two shared a maniacal grin and he slapped Mina's arm repeatedly until she joined in.
"What do you mean?" Izuku asked. He was thoroughly confused and had no idea what was running through their collective brain cells.
"Oh you sweet, summer child," Mina giggled, "it's his kink."
"Huh?"
Izuku wouldn't call himself innocent, just inexperienced. However, he didn't know what sort of kink she was talking about.
"We're saying Bakugou has a domesticity kink." Ochako clarified. "Playing house gets him going if ya know what I mean."
"Wh-what?!" Izuku's face lit up like a tomato.
That was a thing?
If so, why was he doing that at Izuku's apartment? Why wasn't Kacchan doing this type of stuff at his own home?
"Whoever snatches him up is gonna be super lucky.” She added, turning to Mina who was leaning now on Denki’s leg. “I hear he and Camie have been super flirty ever since our agencies have started working together. Haven't you noticed?”
Seriously?
He hadn’t seen any of that happening during his shifts with Kacchan. He’d seen Camie interact with him briefly during their team-up missions, but he’d never witnessed Kacchan show any interest in what she was saying.
“NO WAY!” Mina’s hushed squeals interrupted his train of thought. “Kats showing interest in a girl?! Gimme the details!”
“Well, it all started when…” Ochako went into this whole story about how she'd witnessed them reconnecting for the first time in a while and how she was excited to see him. Izuku mentally checked out after Ocha mentioned that she'd hugged Kacchan and he didn't seem annoyed. Whatever she said afterwards didn't compute as Izuku couldn't hear it over his erratic heartbeat.
Kacchan was... interested in someone?
He knew it might happen eventually. It wasn’t like they were getting any younger, and the longer they were in the hero profession the more likely they were to face death. It was something Izuku had experienced personally. He now realized he’d taken for granted all the years Kacchan had spent solely focused on being a hero. Romance and settling down were bound to happen eventually. Maybe. But Kacchan never showed interest in anything of a romantic nature, and he never hinted at liking anything or anyone.
Izuku had gotten too comfortable knowing that the majority of people who met Kacchan were too scared of the blonde to truly see him for the amazing person that he was. And even though Izuku knew that Kacchan would never return his repressed feelings, he was so confident that no one would ever know Kacchan better than he did.
To hear that someone wanted to try shocked him.
“You might have to get a new housekeeper, Deku. Once she asks him out, I'm sure she'll want to keep her soon-to-be househusband all to herself!" Ochako joked, but Izuku didn't find it very funny. Not at all.
Izuku felt his heart drop into his stomach. Not only was Kacchan getting close to Camie, but one of his best friends had been there to witness it and didn't tell him. Ochako might as well have ripped his heart out because that would hurt less than hearing about Kacchan flirting with someone else.
Seriously? Kacchan flirting?!
"Oh! Do you think it'll be soon? They'd be so cute together!" Denki joined in on their hushed excitement.
"Yeah, I heard her talk about asking him to be her date to the charity gala in a few weeks. She's gonna do it over dinner at that restaurant that just opened. You know, the fancy one with all the plants? Isn't it so romantic?" Ochako gushed, moving closer to Mina so she didn't spoil the surprise.
" NO WAY. I heard that place is gorgeous! Ei, why don't you take me there?"
Eijiro looked uncomfortable with the route that the conversation had taken. His eyes flitted between the gossip fiends and Izuku himself, and he rubbed the back of his neck, looking unsure of who to agree with. "Sure babe. I guess I can take you there for your birthday."
"Yay!" Mina giggled with glee, turning over in the bean bag chair to reach for her boyfriend and kiss him on the cheek. "Help me bring everybody some beer."
"Shouldn't we wait for dinner to drink?" Tsu asked, at a normal volume. She had also been silent throughout the conversation and didn’t seem all that enthused about hearing the details of Kacchan's apparent love life.
"Already done.” Kacchan’s naturally booming voice trailed over to them. “Deku set the damn table."
"On it!" Izuku got up in a hurry, not wanting to be a part of the current conversation any longer. However, as he walked into the kitchen, he found he could no longer look at Kacchan, keeping his eyes focused on the cabinet that held the bowls.
No one spoke about Kacchan’s blooming romance during dinner, but Izuku had still checked himself out. He could hear the buzz of conversations happening around him, but he was too out of it to be able to repeat anything they said.
After dinner, everyone stuck around for Mario Kart. Izuku didn’t have it in him to join, saying he was too buzzed to function and settled on the couch as a spectator. At some point Kacchan had joined them, having finished putting things away, and nudged Izuku as he sat next to him on the couch.
“You okay, nerd?” He asked.
Izuku scrunched his face as a thick finger pressed into his forehead. “I’m just tired.”
“You want me to kick these nuisances out?”
“Hey! I’m a delight!” Denki cried out, making everyone but Izuku laugh.
“I’m okay Kacchan,” Izuku insisted, curling himself up against the arm of the couch so that only his toes were touching the warm body next to him. “I just wanna watch.”
Kacchan let out a huff but didn’t protest when a controller was thrown at him.
Izuku was glad to have a distraction from the turmoil going on inside his head. The laughter and Katsuki’s constant yelling at their friends’ antics drowned out his thoughts and he realized he did feel tired. Closing his eyes, he hoped that his head would be clearer in the morning.