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Izuku had been warm and felt so safe, he couldn’t remember the last time he woke up feeling this safe and well rested before. The scent of caramel was all around him, and strong arms were wrapped around his waist, holding him in a loose grip. He registered that the curls of his hair were moving with a gentle wind. Izuku felt a low rumble in his own chest- was he purring?! He felt his cheeks warm at the realization, waking up more. Opening his eyes, he was greeted with posters of Katsuki’s favorite bands, a poster of the top five heroes. There was a bookshelf along the wall near the foot of the bed with textbooks and some of Katsuki’s hero figurines on it. Near the foot of the bed was Katsuki’s drum set, and his study desk was across from the bed. Black sheets encased Izuku in the warm space. Izuku smiled. That’s right, after their fight, Izuku and Katsuki talked a bit. And Izuku didn’t want to go back to his dorm room. He really didn’t want to explain to his Dad and Papa why he’d want to sleep in the apartment either. Izuku shuffled closer to Katsuki, he wasn’t ready to leave this. The warm embrace of the alpha he loved. He felt like he’d found a moment of peace, and it was too precious to let go.
So naturally, that was when Katsuki’s phone went off. Katsuki grumbled behind Izuku, trying to press forward in his sleepy state. Izuku tried crying out, tumbling to the ground as the sleepy alpha pushed him to get to the phone. The sound of a body hitting the floor seemed to jerk Katsuki awake.
“What the fuck? Nerd?” Katsuki called, throwing off the blankets to look over the bed. He was greeted with a very not-amused face from the greenette. Katsuki burst into laughter. “Your face! You should see your face! Fuck, whose calling?” Katsuki tried to rein himself in.
“Dad?” He answered, “No fucking way is it- yeah, yeah, he’s here with me.” Katsuki went pale. “Well, yeah, you did say that... but we made up and he- well, he doesn’t feel safe in his room- how the fuck should I know? You know what, we’re awake, we’ll get food, and then do our cleaning of this crap shoot. Okay?” Katsuki huffed. “Fine. Whatever.... Yeah, I know... love you too, Dad.” He grumbled, hanging up the phone. He tossed the device over his shoulder and reached down to pull Izuku back onto the bed.
Izuku tumbled from the pull, getting pulled into a snuggled hug. “Fuck me, it’s already 10 AM, Izu, we slept in.”
Izuku shrugged; he knew he personally needed the sleep. He felt loads better. Though he was mildly annoyed by Katsuki telling their Dad he didn’t feel safe in his own room, he'd have to sort that out later. Oh well.
Izuku started tapping on Katsuki’s arm. \Soooo you’re gonna make breakfast?/
Katsuki snorted. “You caught that? Not like I’m letting you cook. Maybe I’ll let you mix the eggs. Come on, we need to get dressed and get this crap place cleaned. And then we’re going to have to study what we think they’re going to dump on us.”
Izuku nodded at that, trying to slip from Katsuki’s hold, only to have the alpha lean his head to Izuku’s chest. Izuku smiled at that, holding Katsuki’s head and snuggling it, protecting his alpha from the mean world outside of the bedroom. They sat like that for almost twenty more minutes before pulling apart, neither of them mentioning the strong scents of chocolate and caramel on them both in equal parts.
Izuku didn’t have his own clothes in Katsuki’s room, so naturally, he stole some of Katsuki’s. He could feel the blonde’s eyes on him. Well, let him look. And then they were off to the kitchens. Katsuki started cooking, and Izuku started on some of the chores. He ran the vacuum, bummed he couldn’t use the black whip to do the chore faster, but there were no quirks allowed for the punishment. He and Katsuki ate together, snuggled up side by side, before splitting up the chores and spending the day deep cleaning the space.
And you know what, it wasn’t bad. Katsuki would make it a race, or Izu would splash the blonde with some of the water he was scrubbing the walls with, and they went on like that. Since they were deep cleaning and they woke up late, they were finishing the main room by the time everyone came in from classes. That’s when they got the trash bags, and both of them went to walk them out. There was so much that their classmates decided today was cleaning day for them, too.
Izuku hummed, unable to chat while they were walking. He did like listening to Katsuki talk, though, and he asked Katsuki about Shoto and Kirishima. And while he knew Katsuki was rough on the outside, he could tell his alpha cared so much about his friends.
“So anyway, IcyHot’s brand of flirting really makes shitty hair’s face light right up. I’m happy for him and all, but when is he going to tell IcyHot that he doesn’t need the manliest of flowers? I don’t even know where the fucker is getting them from.” Katsuki mused.
Izuku thought it was cute; he’d seen the flowers that Shoto had been getting for Kiri. They were just red roses, the ‘manly’ part came from the vases. One of them was shaped like a football, another like a flexing arm muscle, and a different one just read ‘man juice’ on the side. It was pretty funny.
Izuku paused, getting a funny prickling feeling up his spine. He looked around, causing Katsuki to pause.
“What’s wrong, Nerd?”
Izuku glanced at him, then at the bags he was holding, and back with a raised eyebrow.
“Right, well, should I be on alert?” Katuski asked.
Izuku chewed on his lip, feeling out with danger sense. He shook his head, walking to catch up to Katsuki. He supposed he was just on edge then.
“The dumpsters are right up there, and then we can try to get today’s lessons out of Eyebags, he’s gotta give.” Katsuki was determined not to fall behind.
Izuku didn’t blame him; he wanted to know what their list was for work studies. Yeah, Izuku knew that was what the students meant by coming back in. He’d heard excited students talk about it before. Nezu had him switch everyone’s lists before, just to mess with Aizawa sensei. Izuku had felt so guilty, Nezu cackling when Dad realized what had happened.
As they came to the dumpsters, Izuku grew even more uneasy, shifting with his bags while he listened to Katsuki. He walked closer to the alpha. Quick to free up his hands. He turned to start heading back ask Katsuki closed the dumpster- only to free, he felt his vocal cords strain in what should have been a very loud scream- only for no sound to come.
There was a face in the walls, there was a fucking face in the wall; oh wait. Izuku paused. He knew that face. Thank fuck, it was Mirio, one of the big three.
Mirio grinned brightly, popping out from the wall. “Hey!”
And then he was vanishing again before he met with a face full of popping explosions. “Who the fuck are you?!” Katsuki snarled, sounding just as startled as Izuku had felt. Izuku was a bit glad Katsuki couldn’t hear his scream. The alpha was handling this pretty tamely for the moment.
“Now, that’s not a nice way to greet your sempai.” Mirio laughed, popping out a few feet away.
Katsuki went to explode the guy again, only to get snagged by Izuku. Izuku shook his head. ‘That’s Mirio Sempai. He’s one of the big three.’
Katsuki huffed, “Big three of what? Creepy stalkers? I don’t fucking want a creepy ass stalker.”
Izuku shook his head. ‘Of the third years, Kacchan. You should be nice to him; he’s a kind guy.’
“Aww, thanks,” Mirio beamed. “So, still mute there, huh, Izu-Kohai?”
Izuku blushed a bit but nodded.
“How the fuck do you know him?” Katsuki asked.
‘You know Dad has me analyze the first years, Kacchan. Well, a part of that is talking to them. Sempai was very eager to share with him his journey and ingenuity. I helped him with getting his hero suit to not fall off.’
“Well, yeah, and you helped me keep my normal clothes on. Don’t let him be so passive; he was a huge help.” Mirio beamed.
Izuku just shrugged. ‘So, what’s up, Mirio?’
“Well, I think All Might reached out to Sir on your behalf. I kinda wanted to see what was up. Because last time we really talked you didn’t have that flashy quirk you’ve been showing off. I thought you were going the underground route.” Mirio noted.
Izuku hummed, nodding in recognition. ‘I was, but my quirk finally came in. I was hoping to go to daylight. I’d wanted to be a hero with Kacchan here ever since I was little, so now that I can, and I won’t slow him down, that’s what I’m aiming for.’
“Slow me down? Do you hear yourself? How much of that power have you unlocked, Nerd? And you think you’re going to slow me down?” Katsuki huffed. “You make me have to train ten times as hard, so I don’t fall behind, pipsqueak.”
‘I’m not a pipsqueak, Kacchan.” Izuku giggled, hand over his soundless mouth.
“You’re the smallest kid in our class,” Kacchan noted.
Izuku shrugged, waving him off before looking at Mirio. ‘All Might and Sir Nighteye talked? Didn’t they have a falling out?’
Mirio nodded, his smile brightening. “Yeah, they did! So I wanted to meet the guy who brought them back together! I’m so excited, it sounds like Sir might take you on for a Work Study!”
“A Work what?” Katsuki asked.
“Ah, a Work Study, I would have thought you guys would go over them in class by now? I mean me, Tamaki, and Nejire were going to talk with your class at the end of the week, so you should know about it.” Mirio answered, looking confused.
‘We’re sorta in trouble. We disturbed Dad’s sleep, so we’re on house arrest.’ Izuku explained quickly.
“Oh, I see- just for disturbing his sleep? Jeeze, sure glad Aizawa-Sensei isn’t my parent.” Mirio laughed.
Izuku could only shrug. ‘It’s okay, I think we’re enjoying our punishment. Just don’t tell Dad.’ He winked, putting a finger to his lips as soon as it freed up.
Mirio laughed. “Right, well, see you two!” He waved before disappearing into the ground.
Katsuki blinked, “Fucking Show off!” He yelled into the cement, Izuku pulling him back to the dorm entrance.