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you slowly blink your eyes open, having to squint from the bright morning sunlight filtering in through your bedroom windows. something must've woken you up--some sound?--because it's way too early to be awake on a weekend.
sighing, you sloppily flail your arm out to izuku's side of the bed in hopes of feeling your husband's warm chest... only to realize he isn't there. you glance over to where your hand is. the sheets were cold, meaning he hadn't been in bed for a bit.
suddenly, you heard a crash noise, like a large metal bowl being dropped onto the hardwood floor. then, from the slightly cracked-open bedroom door, you hear a hushed "shit!" sounding just like your sweet izuku. mentally chuckling to yourself, you pull the covers off of your body and get up, pushing open the door and walking into the kitchen.
you are met with izuku's back facing you, and you take a second to admire his choice of clothing. a plain white t-shirt and boxer briefs. however, before you could ogle him for any longer, his erratic movements catch your attention as he silently panics about something in front of him. you decide to glance around him and gasp when you see flour scattered all over the floor.
hearing your gasp, izuku whips around with a shocked look on his face.
"AH!" he exclaims as he rushes over to you to place a hand over your eyes. "DON'T LOOK!" he squeaks as you giggle.
"izuku, what's going on?" you say, your hands coming up to hold onto the wrist of the hand that obscures your vision.
"nothing! you saw nothing! go back to bed, baby, nothing is happening here!!" he rushes, trying to push you back towards the bedroom with the hand over your eyes.
before you have the time to laugh, something unpleasant wafts into your nose.
"u-um... izuku?"
"nothing!!"
"n-no, i mean, i think i smell something burning?"
you can feel him physically pause his movements. "...fuck."
in an instant, he uncovers your eyes and runs over to the toaster, immediately pulling out the poor slices of bread which don't even look like food anymore. more like... pieces of charcoal shaped like toast? you can't help but giggle at his misfortune and he glares at you.
when you wipe away your tears of laughter, you look down at the flour-covered floor (now with izuku shaped footprints everywhere), then back at his charcoal-toast, then to the stove where it appears something with eggs and bacon had tried to happen but hadn't started yet.
"izu, what's all this about?"
defeated, your poor husband sighs. "it... was meant to be a little breakfast in bed thing." he steps closer to you and brushes your cheek with his finger affectionately. "i know i suck at baking- i mean cooking, or whatever... but i wanted to do something nice for you. you're always such a doll waiting for me to come home every day and feeding me delicious food... what do i even do for you? i don't really get to spend that much waking time with you either, so something was definitely overdue. breakfast in bed is something the guys always talk about doing for their wives, so i thought i might give it a shot."
he clears his throat and looks around the kitchen. "um... not to exaggerate but i think it isn't going super well."
you snort at his sarcasm. "yeah, not to exaggerate."
he whines at you cutely and you roll your eyes. "oh cmon, you said it. but this is really sweet, my love. you're pushing yourself to do something you know you aren't good at. and that's okay! i love the effort you put into making this work."
you take a step closer and take his face in your hands, brushing a curl behind his ear.
"but i got it from here, 'kay?"
his eyes widen.
"w-what? no, no, this is my thing!! you can't just..."
you have already begun cleaning up the kitchen.
"you can't just steal it from me!" he whines. "i'm supposed to be cooking you up a nice breakfast in bed!"
you giggle at your husband. "sorry, baby. it seems like you need some help. you don't have to be good in the kitchen, izu, don't feel bad about it. that's what your wife is for," you say, puffing out your chest proudly. "i'll handle the rest of breakfast, so don't you worry your pretty little head."
"no! i can't ask you to do this for me."
"you don't have to. i want to do this, izu. lemme treat you."
he sighs. "but this was supposed to be for you. this was supposed to be about you. something i do for you."
you can hear the sadness in his voice behind you as he mumbles.
"if i don't do this for you... what do i do?"
your heart breaks a little so you turn around and go up to him. "sweet izuku... you already do so much for me. i mean, i can't lie, most of our expenses are paid by your pro hero work and teaching job. and you always take care of me when i get too tired, even going as far as bathing me when i've had a rough day. and you give me more love than i could ever ask for. you say sweet things to me and you kiss me and hold me... you always know exactly how to read me."
you cup his cheek with your hand and he leans into it. "you're very thoughtful, my izu. this breakfast in bed idea is precious and sweet, even without the physical product. the fact you got up early to try and make something that i would enjoy is enough already." you press a quick peck to his lips causing him to hum. "that's what you do for me, izuku."
he blushes bashfully and curls in on himself, feeling shy after being recognized for things he doesn't even recognize in himself. you giggle at the sight, your adorable husband.
"izuku, can you sit down at the kitchen island? i'll whip us up something quick, okay?"
taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the palm of it, he finally (reluctantly) agrees.
"okay."
smiling, you return to cleaning up the rest of the mess and get started on a new breakfast. taking the eggs he had left on the counter (and thankfully hadn't cracked yet), you began to fry up two omelettes with some bits of protein and veggie. in just a few minutes, you dished up the omelettes and set them in front of izuku and the seat next to him.
quickly washing your hands, you grab a couple forks and sit down with izuku, handing him a fork.
"sorry this isn't the breakfast in bed i mentally promised you, my love," izuku says with a soft, apologetic smile on his face.
you shake your head and take his hand in yours under the table.
"you don't need to apologize. i love you izuku, anything you even think about doing for me is already so much love."
you began to eat your omelette in front of you. "maybe i'll teach you a few things about the kitchen if you really want me to."
he smiles brightly and begins to eat as well. "i'd love that, as long as you promise to wear a cute apron the whole time."
you playfully scoff, reaching down to pinch his butt over his boxers. "as long as you promise to wear this cute outfit."
izuku flinches at the pinch. "outfit?" he looks down at himself. "you mean just a tee and boxers?"
"mhm. i like the sight of your bare legs."
he takes another bite of omelette. "'course you do," he says with a playful eye roll. "we're cuddling after this, you know."
"ooh, i'm not complaining!!"
he laughs softly. "you're adorable, my little wifey, taking such good care of me all the time."
you soak up the praise.
"i love you."
"i love you too, sweet boy."