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"We should get a dishwasher."
Shouto follows his gaze, eyeing the various plates and bowls on their table that had been filled with food not too long ago. Most of them are empty by now and the rest will be soon, too, Shouto is making sure of it.
He makes a humming noise around the food he's currently chewing on, shifting his gaze towards their open kitchen. He's probably calculating whether they even have room for a dishwasher which is ridiculous一they could definitely fit 2 of them in their kitchen if they rearranged some stuff.
"If you want to," Shouto says after he's swallowed his food, shrugging lightly as he looks at Katsuki, "It's your kitchen."
Katsuki looks at him, brows furrowing.
"What do you mean?"
"It's your kitchen," Shouto repeats and Katsuki clicks his tongue in annoyance.
He hates when he does that. It might even be Shouto's most annoying habit out of the hundreds of annoying habits he has一repeating something the exact same way he said it before as if that actually explains anything.
And, okay, maybe it's endearing sometimes. Katsuki is rarely actually annoyed at him. Mildly irritated, at most.
"I heard you," he says because apparently Shouto needs the occasional reminder Katsuki has at least one almost fully functioning ear.
"Okay," Shouto says, reaching for the last piece of salmon with his chopsticks as if that had been a satisfying end to their conversation.
Katsuki leans back in his chair and watches him for a while. Shouto must notice his eyes on him because he notices a lot more than people give him credit for but he doesn't say anything.
When he's done he mutters a simple “Thanks for the food” and they both start collecting the dishes so they can wash them in their sink like most people who don't own a dishwasher do.
It's not like Katsuki generally minds doing the dishes. Most of the time Shouto offers to do them because Katsuki already did the cooking but they usually divide the task into one of them doing the dishes while the other one dries them.
It's just the two of them一plus Shouto's fat three-legged cat一 so they don't have a crazy amount of cleaning to do but just yesterday Katsuki’s parents had come over and the amount of used plates and bowls that had accumulated was just ridiculous. It doesn't happen often but every time his family or their friends come over一Shouto never invites his family一he feels the urge to buy a fucking dishwasher afterwards.
They work in silence for a while, Katsuki standing next to Shouto's warm side as he hands him one clean dish after another so he can dry it.
"It's your kitchen too, you know," Katsuki says when he hands Shouto the last bowl to dry.
He can't exactly tell Shouto not to use the kitchen. Or any other room. Not that he fucking wants to. Shouto sleeps in what used to be Katsuki's room pretty much every night一now it's their room.
"I'm banned from the kitchen."
"You're in it now, aren't you?"
"You know what I mean. It's your room."
Katsuki closes the tap and dries his hands on a fresh kitchen towel before turning towards Shouto.
"No it's not my fucking room. You live here, too, we fucking share everything,” he says, irritation bubbling up inside of him at Shouto's choice of words, “What the fuck, Shou?"
Shouto just shrugs and it pisses him off for some reason.
"You fucking live here," he repeats when Shouto doesn't say anything.
"I do," Shouto agrees, looking around the kitchen, taking everything in. "I know I do, it just一It doesn't feel that way. It feels like something is missing."
Katsuki follows his gaze, dumbstruck.
Shouto's stuff is everywhere. It certainly looks like he lives here. It's not cluttered or anything, they are both tidy but when Shouto moved in he obviously brought a lot of stuff over, all the things he collected and was gifted over the years and Katsuki had put some of his own stuff away so Shouto would have room to display his things一gifts, mostly, some merch of his friends, and some things he did at all those creative classes he'd tried out.
His stupid cat's fur is definitely everywhere despite them removing it what feels like every two hours一Katsuki doesn't really think she's stupid, that's his child and he would probably kill for that little black monster.
“I don't get it,” he says because he really doesn't.
How did they get from dirty dishes to whatever the fuck is happening right now?
Shouto sighs as he takes out two mugs to prepare some tea for them and Katsuki wants to be pissed that he's not explaining himself but he knows he's collecting his thoughts, trying to make Katsuki understand something he might not even be properly understanding himself.
Katsuki walks over to the living room, sitting down on the couch while he waits for Shouto to be done making tea and tries not to lose his fucking mind because apparently they've been living together for almost year in which Shouto had felt like a guest in his own home.
Katsuki actually feels sick.
Shouto places the steaming mugs on the couch table and sits down next to him, leaving more distance than he usually would.
“What do you need, Shou,” Katsuki asks because if he has to wait any longer for Shouto to say something he's going to completely spiral.
“I don't know,” Shouto says and Katsuki tries really hard not to be frustrated because it’s not Shouto's fault he's having difficulties voicing or even recognizing his own needs.
He takes a deep breath, slowly counting down from 10 in his head, and notices the way Shouto matches his own breathing to Katsuki's.
“Okay,” Katsuki says, turning sideways so he can better look at him, “Then let's figure it out together, yeah?”
Shouto nods.
“All your stuff is here,” Katsuki starts listing, “Your cat is here. Putting her stupid fur everywhere and making me sneeze all fucking day.”
Shouto nods again, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly as he undoubtedly thinks about Chihiro who’s probably sleeping on top of the washing machine because it’s her favorite spot.
“You have your own room with your own bed and all your shit,” Katsuki continues although he can't remember the last time Shouto had slept in that room一he usually sleeps in Katsuki's bed, even when Katsuki has a night shift he'll usually come home and find Shouto sleeping there.
It's where they fuck, too, but he’s not sure how relevant that is for their current conversation.
“I think,” Shouto says, "It might be because everything is yours.”
“I just said we share everything,” Katsuki says, “Literally gave you a fucking list of all your shit, too.”
Shouto shakes his head.
“I brought my things,” Shouto says, “But everything一the furniture is yours, everything’s been arranged the way you wanted it and it feels like I invaded your space.”
Katsuki stares at him.
Then he stares some more because this is such a non-issue. It's such a Shouto thing to do, to not say what he wants.
He won't say it out loud because if it's bothering Shouto then of course it is an issue. It just doesn't have to be.
They have enough money to buy a fucking couch or whatever it is that would make Shouto feel like this is their shared space and not just him sleeping over at Katsuki's. They most certainly can rearrange the furniture if that’s what Shouto wants. Like Katsuki gives a shit which way the fucking couch is facing一it is in the perfect spot right now, though.
“You're not invading shit,” Katsuki says, “I asked you to move in with me, didn't I? You think I would've done that if I didn't want you here?”
“I don't know why you asked.”
It takes everything in Katsuki to not ask him if he's stupid.
“Are you for real right now,” he asks instead, “Maybe because I like spending time with my partner? Because I like having you around? Don't make me say embarrassing shit.”
Katsuki watches in the tips of his ears turning red at his words.
“Izuku's your partner.”
Katsuki makes a face at that.
“My fucking一my boyfriend then. My lover. Whatever the fuck you want me to call you,” he says, “You're my person, Shou.”
Shouto's eyes widen and Katsuki swears he can see the gears in his head turning.
Shouto doesn't say anything.
“You didn't know.”
“I didn't know,” he confirms and Katsuki can't help but laugh at that.
“You really are stupid, Princess,” he says fondly.
He is both amused and in absolute disbelief.
“I feel stupid, yeah.”
“You should.”
Shouto pouts at that, bottom lip jutting out and making him look extra cute and extra kissable.
So he does.
He leans forward, placing his hands on both of Shouto's cheeks一both of them warm for once with how embarrassed he is一and places as soft kiss on his forehead before he wanders down and kisses his nose, then claims his lips.
He feels Shouto's hand wander to his hair, trying to pull him closer, to deepen the kiss and when he parts his lips Katsuki pulls away with a grin on his face because teasing Shouto is fun and easy.
Shouto opens his eyes and just stares at him, pupils blown wide. His mouth immediately morphs back into a pout.
For someone who has difficulties saying when he wants something he sure makes it pretty obvious when it is someone he wants.
Katsuki runs his thumb along Shouto's bottom lip.
“Bedroom?”
“Mmh, please,” Shouto says, immediately springing to his feet and reaching out to help Katsuki get up. It's ridiculous how eager he is, sometimes.
Katsuki takes his hand and lets him pull him up.
“And tomorrow we look at dishwashers and sofas and whatever else you fucking need,” he says as he follows him into the bedroom.
“I'd love that,” Shouto says as he ungracefully flops onto the bed, pulling Katsuki down with him.