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Izuku knew that Katsuki was going to come home pissed off that day.
Well, he’s always pissed off about something when he gets home from work, like an annoying reporter screaming in his face or something and he'll just complain to Izuku about it or text him during his breaks. But this time was different.
First of all, Katsuki had dropped another rank in the hero rankings just the night before because he was getting cancelled online for hitting a reporter—which surprised Izuku. Not that Katsuki punched a reporter—he knew that would happen someday, but he was still upset at Katsuki for it—but mostly because Katsuki probably hasn’t done it the first time and people are just now realizing it. But what would he do? The internet was relentless.
Second, he is being overworked again. Well, not forcibly. But more like he’s been told to go on patrols more and he feels like he has to because of how much he’s on thin ice with practically everyone. Some nights—even when Izuku stays up really late to grade—Katsuki will not make it home until after Izuku falls asleep. And Izuku could definitely tell it was affecting him, especially because he is used to sleeping at 8 P.M. sharp everyday.
Izuku huffed, sinking into the couch and switching channels on the TV before he perked up at feeling his phone vibrate next to him, making a humming sound against the cushion. He picked up his phone, noticing it was a text of Katsuki, and looking at the message.
Kacchan🧡:
Going to be working another late shift for patrol.
I'll see you when I get home.
Izuku stared at the message before his fingers moved to type something back.
Nerd💚:
seriously??
you said yuo were going to stop working late shifts to spend more time at home
im sorry if i sound selfish, but you keep saying you will stop doing late shifts and keep on doing them
The 'read' flashed underneath the message, but Katsuki didn't respond. He'd been doing that for the past couple days now. Getting pissed that Izuku is right, then ignoring him. Izuku loved Katsuki a lot, but he's been pissing him off for the past couple of days.
Izuku sighed and blindly tossed his phone on the couch again, putting his elbow on the armrest and letting his cheek rest against his palm. He was bored out of his mind. He had already finished grading, and he just this once he didn't want to want to watch an All Might movie. He couldn't take a nap either. His sleep schedule was already horrible, and he couldn't not afford making it worse and getting an earful from Aizawa-sensei.
And he definitely didn't trust himself cooking anything to distract himself. He nearly made the microwave explode because he almost microwaved a metal bowl because Katsuki stopped him. Plus, he ate leftovers earlier.
He sighed.
Guess he would have to just wait it out.
（−＿−；）
Katsuki hand gripped the steering wheel so hard he honestly thought it would break, his knuckles white. His heart was loud in his ears, his breathing was fast and thin, and he felt like he was going to explode—which given how much he was sweating, he might've.
He was pissed.
No, not that.
He felt fucking furious.
Not only had Best Jeanist scolded him for dropping in the hero rankings for something stupid he did. Not only had the people at his agency walked around eggshells the entire time he was there because of the hero rankings drop. But he had acted like a damn idiot at patrol.
He somehow got distracted while taking care of a villain— thinking about all of the bullshit that happened that day—and the damn villain got away. And what did he do? Nothing! Like a damn idiot! And he got scolded for what felt like the 80th time that damn week!
And that—that—was the thing that finally made him go ballistic. And he knew that Deku was probably irritated by him acting so bitchy the whole week and leaving him on read or the 10th time.
He ran a hand down his face, trying not to explode from the upcoming traffic ahead of him. He leaned forward and rested his head against the steering wheel, purposefully letting his forehead push against the honk button before getting up and leaning back against his seat. He knew he should just used his explosions to get home, but he felt too damn tired to do it. And now he was getting the consequences of it.
To say that his day was 'bad' was a severe understatement.
His day was hell.
By the time he got home, it was practically near midnight. He honestly debated just falling asleep for the night in his car, but he knew he had to. He smelt like B.O. from how much he sweated.
He walked into the building, angrily climbed up the stairs because the elevator were out of service, and finally reached his front door. He fumbled with his keys before he finally unlocked the door.
The TV was on, playing something about heroes, and sitting on the couch watching was Izuku. He looked a bit tired, but probably because of how long he's been watching TV.
Izuku turned to the sound of the door opening and stared at Katsuki, who was standing in the doorway and staring at him blankly. Izuku eyebrows furrowed.
"Are you okay?" Izuku asked.
Katsuki shrugged his shoulders before he kicked the door shut behind him, slipped his boots and gauntlets off, and set them by the door. Then, he walked over to the couch, stood in front of Izuku, and sat down in his lap, his legs on either side of his hips. He hid his face in Izuku's neck, inhaling the scent of whatever cologne he used, and wrapped his arms his arms around his waist.
Izuku froze. Katsuki usually doesn't give affection, especially not like this. It's usually just hugs or small kisses. So to see and feel Katsuki sitting on his lap and his arms wrapped around his waist with his face buried in his neck was very surprising.
But something in his gut told him to not question it.
So he rested his cheek against his hair, his hand rubbing his back. His uniform felt damp from sweat, but he didn't really care.
"Bad day?" Izuku guessed.
"Mm-hm." Katsuki hummed.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
Katsuki stayed silent for a moment before shaking his head. Izuku nodded, not trying to convince him to talk about it. Katsuki has been getting better at saying things he wants and doesn't want. If he didn't want to talk about it, there's really no point in trying to convince him to talk, especially since he's stubborn.
They sat in silence for a while, the only sound being the TV playing in the background. Katsuki nuzzled his face into his shoulder more, his gloves taken off and rubbing against Izuku's sides under his shirt. He felt calmer. Calmer than how he felt earlier, at least. But he knew he had to get up soon.
"Zuku, let go of me," Katsuki asked. "I need to shower."
"Oh, right." Izuku immediately let him go, taking his hand off his waist and the other off of his back.
Katsuki stood up from his lap, reaching his arms up to stretch and letting out a groan. He started toward the bedroom before he stopped and turned around, facing Izuku again.
"Do you wanna join me?" Katsuki asked.
Izuku's face turned a slight shade of pink. "Yeah! I-I mean, sure, I wouldn't mind."
Katsuki scoffed and rolled his eyes fondly before continuing his walk to their bedroom, Izuku getting up from the couch to follow him. Izuku wasn't going to tell Katsuki he already showered. Why would he? Plus, he definitely wouldn't mind spending more time with Kacchan at all.
(*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)
The bathroom mirror fogged up from the heat of the water in less than a couple of minutes of the water even turning on. Katsuki has always loved really hot showers and poor Izuku had to learn to deal with it or else he wouldn't get to shower with him.
Izuku and Katsuki stood next to each other in the shower, Izuku's fingers in Katsuki foamy hair, massaging his scalp and washing his hair. Izuku always liked washing Katsuki's hair. Especially because Katsuki loves it way too much.
Izuku laughed. "Does it seriously feel that good that you have to look like that?"
"Like what?" Katsuki mumbled.
"Like you're experiencing heaven on earth, dumb-ass."
Katsuki's eyes were closed, his face not having its usual scowl. To be honest, he looked younger when actually relaxed. More gentle. Very different from the grumpy and aggressive hero he usually is.
He felt calmer now—probably calmer than he was in the couch, but still, he was still slightly lightly mad at the day.
Izuku's fingers scratched just above the nape of his neck, and Katsuki let of a faint groan, muttering something under his breath.
"What was that?" Izuku teased.
"It feels good."
Izuku smiled, scratching the area harder just to hear him groan again before laughing.
"Shut up, nerd." Katsuki grumbled, though Izuku could see his lips twitching from trying not to smile, but Izuku decided to not press him any further and pressed a small kiss against his wet nose.
Eventually after they had washed and dried themselves up, they made their way out of the bathroom to the bad. Izuku wore one of Katsuki shirts—the iconic skull shirt—with some regular pajama shorts while Katsuki just wore a black tank top and pajama pants.
Katsuki laid down on the bed first before Izuku came on the bed next. But instead of Izuku laying down on Katsuki's chest like he normally did, he climbed overtop of him and put his hands on either side of his head, staring down at him. Katsuki stared up at him silently, not breaking eye contact with him once. The room suddenly felt way quieter. He could hear his heartbeat, Izuku's breathing, his breathing, the whoosh of the fan. The silence was deafening.
Suddenly, Katsuki got impatient, and before Izuku could react, Katsuki had pressed his lips against his. Izuku froze for just a moment before relaxing into it, his hands cupping Katsuki's face.
Katsuki suddenly tugged at the nerds hair, making Izuku let a moan and Katsuki deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue into Katsuki's mouth. Izuku tastes good, like strawberries. It was almost addictive, in a way. And Katsuki will gladly let himself get addicted.
Eventually, after what felt like ages for Izuku but only seconds for Katsuki, they pulled away. Izuku stared down at Katsuki for just a few seconds because he relaxed and laid his head down on Katsuki's chest. Katsuki's hands immediately went to Izuku's hair, his hands playing with the soft green curls.
Izuku smiled, burying his face in the blonde's chest. "Goodnight, Kacchan."
Katsuki stared down at him, taking in his appearance—his green lashes, his cheek smashed against his chest, the soft smile on his face—before mumbling "Goodnight, Zuku" under his breath and letting his eyes closed.
Safe to say his bad day wasn't so bad anymore.