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Early morning rays glowed as dawn came. The light layered stunning colour’s of gold, red, orange, and bits of purple mixing here and there on top of the sky and nearly endless clouds. It was like a picturesque photo, or a filter you would find on social platforms.
This same light shined through the half drawn curtains of Izukus dorm room. The curly and rather tousle haired Izuku had fluttered his eyes open before being unpleasantly flash-banged by the sun. He hastily shut his eyes and turned to face the other side of the bed towards the wall.
He didn’t have to wake up. Not yet. Besides, it wasn’t like anyone else was awake either.
It was a good, great, relieving Sunday. He didn’t, and neither did everyone else, have to go to class. Though he supposed some light early morning training wouldn’t be too bad. He slowly emerged from the very fluffy, blanket infested, and most importantly, warm bed. His drowsy eyes quietly adjusting to the morning rays.
While slipping out of the absolute comfort-zone-mess he had made the night before,thoughts about the days routine came and went. Should he do his quirk training or body training today? He settled an the ladder, Allmight had already trained his quirk a rather decent amount. So training his body seemed only fair.
A quick trip to the bathroom saw him brushing his teeth and splashing his face with cold water. Izuku closed the tap and dried his face and hands with a towel.
He made absolutely sure not to make any noise while exiting his room. God be damned if one of his classmates wake up. He was usually first to get up. Though sometimes Kachan would rise and shine faster than him.
Before coming out, he had changed from his pajamas to a white T-shirt and black shorts to pair. Izuku tiptoed his way down the stairs, across the common room and out the front doors.
The sky was painted in lovely shades of the suns rays. Like each bit of colour was intentional, each stroke an undeniable victory. They reflected off the clouds in such pretty ways that you would think it was a computers backdrop.
Dew slowly evaporated from grass as birds flew over from above. Izuku stopped and took in the scene. The familiar feel of a light wind catching his shirt was all he needed to start on some light stretching. The front lawn had always been the grounds for his exercise. All the way from the start off the year to then. He usually had ear buds in, playing music of some form or other. Sometimes rock, others Kpop, and occasionally just instrumentals. Always varying, never the same.
He started with jumping jacks, then push ups. Just stuff you would generally know, even if you were a citizen or not really into working out. His class always thinks he does some sort of insanely punishing routine but he doesn’t!
But who could blame them, only Kachan and Todoroki-kun have actually seen him do his work out.
Oh well, he doesn’t mind anyway.
Izuku continued on until finally stopping and coming back inside. He was thinking about going back to his room but paused as soon as he opened the door. Someone else was awake? Usually it’s just him. Maybe Kachan? Or Todoroki-kun? The sound of someone humming confirmed it to be the one and only, Bakugo Katsuki.
It was a rather melodious tune. Charming really. A shame he doesn’t show anyone. The tune carried a slight softness to it that you wouldn’t expect from Kachans personality. And then a waft of pure bliss ran through his nose. He hadn’t realized he was so hungry. And now that the smell of bread, coffee, and egg was flying through the air did he hear his stomach growl.
Izuku finally took a step inside, he headed straight for the kitchen. Looking around showed him he was correct.
Kachan stood there chopping what looked like onions and tomatoes. His focus was half on the knife, and half on the toasting bread. He carefully approached the blond, making sure not to scare him. Otherwise there would be a very unhappy, and sleepy, class at their hands.
“Morning Kachan!”
Katsuki was just taking out the bread from the toaster when he turned to see the grass head walking towards him. Both metaphorically and literally. He turned back to his plate and made a small smile.
“Morning, grass head.” A small chuckle left his body. God he loved how ignorant deku was.
“Grass wha-? Oh. Oh! Kachan that wasn’t nice! You could’ve just told me!” Izuku huffed it out, a grin playing on his lips as he took bits of grass out of his hair.
“Wasn’t planning on it being nice y’know”
“Yeah yeah, didn’t think you would anyways. Whatever, did you hear the new tea?” He asked eagerly, and very happily when Kachan shook his head.
“No. You gonna spill?”
“Yep! So, what’s going around town is that Aizawa-sensei and Mic-sensei are married!”
Hold on. What?
“...they’re what now?” Katsuki asked, a mischevious upside down frown showing on his face. He could only imagine the funeral for the one who made it up.
“Uh huh! And there’s proof for it as well!”
Ok, never mind, not fake.
Izuku continued on and on while Katsuki finished plating his food. He gave responses every now and again, carrying the conversation when it became a little quiet. Izukus voice was like music to his ears. He came to enjoy the bone breakers mumbling and muttering. It calmed him whenever he did. It was grounding. Like when you pick at your shirt when anxiously awaiting news, or when you fiddle with a bracelet or necklace. It always seems to calm. The same with Izuku to Bakugo.
“Alright, enough blabbering. Make your breakfast. I’ve already done mine. I also chopped the onions and tomatoes for you, so you better not come to me saying you cut your hand.” Said Katsuki. Picking up his plate and going over to the island counter top.
“Ok, thanks Kachan!” He watched as Katsuki went to the island, put his plate, lifted himself on top and started eating his egg sandwich. His coffee on the side.
Truly Kachan...
Kachan was a bit odd at times. Like how he says he hates sweets yet has over sweetened caramel coffee every day of the week, or how he just gets angry and his hair spikes up, or that he hasn’t been able to pick a hero name for months now, ( Izuku suggested Dynamite but he was ‘still thinking about it’ ) and even the way he sat on counter tops and straight up used it like a chair when there’s a seat right next to him. He wasn’t necessarily weird, he just had... quirky habits? Something like that at least.
“You gonna start?” Asked a very confused Katsuki. Why did deku straight up zone out?
Izuku mentally slapped himself. He completely forgot about breakfast!
“Right! Sorry, I just... zoned off? I guess?”
“Right... so, what are you making? Is it some wacky smoothie again?” He had way too many memories of Izukus experimental drinks.
“Oh come on, the smoothie wasn’t that bad!”
“Deke, you LITERALLY used tuna in your ‘smoothie’ ” Katsuki retorted immediately.
“Haha... right.” He completely forgot about that. “But when I tried it I liked it soooo...” he trailed off, not wanting to elaborate.
“Tch, yeah, okay. Something only you would like though.” He huffed out a laugh
“So what are you making today?”
“Well, today I’m making an omelette!” He was confident that Kachan would like this recipe.
“So that’s why you asked for onions and tomatoes?”
“Yeah! But why did you cut them today? I was gonna make for the whole class next Sunday?”
“And wait to see if it would be a disaster? Nuh-uh” He was pretty adamant on that.
“Jeez Kachan... I’m not that bad...”
Oh well, he was confident in his ability to make it perfect. And as such, started narrating the steps for his omelette.
“So, first off. We will add chopped tomatoes and onions “
He gently added the vegetables to a bowl. Kachan watched on. Very much expecting this to go wrong. Izuku wasn’t a bad cook. It’s just that he experiments WAY too much.
“Now add the spices and coat the vegetables in that”
He used a spoon to mix around the added spices.
“Now, crack an egg, mix it around and done! All that’s left is to cook it!” Enthusiasm dripped from his statement.
“Anything else?” Asked a very Non-Enthusiastic Kachan.
“Nope! You can add some herbs if you want but I don’t really like to do that” Said Izuku while frying the omelette. The savoury scent flew in the air.
It doesn’t smell bad I guess... Thought Katsuki.
Izuku turned off the stove and brought the plate to the island counter. Straight to the Gordon Ramsay wanna be.
“This seat is not taken I presume?” Asked Izuku, a smile plastered on his face.
“Nope. Not occupied” Said Katsuki. “I’m trying some of that though, don’t wanna poison the class”
Izuku climbed up like how the blond did, only this time with some inexperience mixed in. Kachan immediately took a bite, and ooooooooh boy, was Izuku not ready for what was next.
“Kachan! At least warn me! I almost fell with how quickly you moved your hand!”
But he wasn’t listening to deku. No. His mind was on the food. The food that managed to actually taste good. No, scratch that. Amazing!
“Holy... You gate kept this for how long?”
“Umm, is it that bad?” Sheepishly Asked Izuku. Did rushed hands ruin the food?
“Bad? Deku. Are you mental?”
“So it’s good?”
“Better than good! You’re lucky I’m full or I would’ve eaten your god damn plate!” Kachans voice was filled with exasperation. He was shocked. He didn’t think it would be this good. A small laugh was exerted by Izuku. The way Katsuki got when he made something good was nice. In between bites and a stuffed mouth he said.
“I’m glad you like it Kachan. Also, could you make me a cup of coffee? Seeing you have a cup makes me want some as well”
“Sure. Which coffee?” Kachan got off the counter and headed to the coffee machine.
“Black coffee please!”
“Oh come on. Black coffee?” Katsuki was very disappointed. He didn’t have ‘fond’ memories with the stuff.
“Says the one who has a sweet tooth!”
“Hah! Sweet tooth? I don’t have a ‘sweet tooth’ deku”
“Mhm, sure”
“I might like a bit of sweets now and again but I don’t have a sweet tooth!”
“Ok. And I agree with you” Izuku started to lightly giggle at Katsukis behavior.
“I don’t have a sweet tooth” The statement was blatant but false.
Katsuki did indeed, have a sweet tooth.
“Yes. You don’t have a sweet tooth.” Izuku was almost bursting at the seems at this point. His face was softly flushed, his freckled cheeks harboring a rosy tone.
And god be damned, Katsuki thought it was a good look on him.
“Tch, whatever.” Deku audibly laughed after that one. He chuckled so hard that he might as well have passed out. He still remembers when deku persuaded him to try some of the wretched stuff. Safe to say he didn’t like it.
Katsuki went back to put his attention on the coffee machine. Fiddling with the plug until the machine turned on. While he messed with that, Izuku couldn’t help but think... the tune Katsuki had made... what if...
“Hey... Kachan?”
Katsuki grunted in response. He was listening. No turning back now.
“Could... could you sing that tune? The tune you were humming earlier?” It was just above a whisper. Barely audible to the ears. But Kachan heard him. He rotated his head 180 degrees, turning away from the coffee machine to look at deku.
“Listening in were we? Quite the spy I must say” He sniggered. He had heard the door open but hadn’t made a comment on it.
“O-oh! Umm, well. I came back inside y’know? After my-“ He was cut off as Katsuki finished his sentence.
“Workout?” He was smirking now.
“Yeah...!”
A deafening silence befell them for a couple of seconds, then Kachan turned back around to the coffee machine.
Ugh, that failed miserably.
Izuku was contemplating his thoughts when Katsuki answered his previous question.
“Sure, why not?”
Oh! Never mind, not miserable!
Katsuki started to continue the melody he was previously playing. And it practically melted Izuku on the spot. He loved Kachans voice, even if he wouldn’t realize it. Kachans vocal cords were a priceless reminder to why he never quit. Why he loves him. His voice was like honey.
And he wanted to savour every drop.