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“good morning kacchan!” izuku says brightly where he’s standing by the stove, no doubt ruining one of katsuki’s expensive frying pans.
“what are you doing?”
“i’m making breakfast. go sit, sit, you had a late patrol, so i thought i should spoil you.”
katsuki hums, still a little suspicious. it’s not that izuku couldn’t cook, inko was far too responsible a parent to send him out into the real world without at least the most basic of skills. it’s just, izuku was easily distracted. he got far to caught up into the little idiosyncrasies of cooking to do it efficiently and well.
“are you sure,” katsuki asks, as he observers the broad line of his partners back, “that you don’t want me to at least help?”
“i’m sure,” izuku chirps, pulling a spatula out of the kitchen utensil draw. at least he’d selected a wooden one for the granite pan, rather the metal one he’d pulled out, again, when frying (read: burning) eggs for their ramen last week.
“kacchan,” izuku whines, as he turns around to grab one of the various tacky aprons katsuki has been gifted by the chuckleheads he calls friends over the years, and finds that katsuki was still hovering in the space between the the kitchen and open plan living room, “go sit, watch the news or something.”
after one more uncertain look, katsuki acquiesces, trudging half-heatedly to the couch and sprawling in a way that he will very soon have to stop, if only for the health of his back.
admittedly, it’s kind of nice waking up and not having to think about cooking. katsuki’s patrol had ended stupidly late for no apparent reason, expect the fact that every two-bit villain in the vicinity of his agency had decided last night was the night to commit petty crimes.
it hadn’t even been particularly hard, as much as it had been overwhelmingly tiring. so much so, that katsuki hadn’t even bothered to protest how conveniently his schedule had been cleared for the following day.
eventually a sort of lull falls over him. it’s the kind you can only achieve when you’re tired enough that you can feel the faint ache in all of your muscles, but your eyelids won’t close enough to let you fall asleep properly. the smell of something vaguely sweet and the soft chatter of machinery and izuku happily occupy the space where katsuki thinks his thoughts should be for a few a handful of infinite minutes.
it’s almost peaceful.
peace was never, truly, an option.
“fuck,” izuku says, softly enough to not really disturb the silence. katsuki isn’t unused to hearing him swear in english, he especially isn’t unused to hearing swear while standing by the stove. it’s too quiet for katsuki to actively panic though.
“what did you do now?” he drawls.
“nothing, nothing, don’t worry about it.” izuku says. a cacophony of clangs and then the sound of cupboards and draws being pulled open.
“who said i was worried?” katsuki lies outright, opening a single, bleary, ruby eye to try and glean what was going on. izuku gives a short laugh, which would be reassuring if not for how breathless it sounded.
katsuki can barely see the short green curls from his horrible position on the sofa.
“err, i’m almost done,” izuku squeaks.
there’s a few more minutes of busy silence as katsuki guesses izuku tries to fix whatever mess he’s made.
“okay, kacchan, come eat.”
“do i get a good morning kiss with this meal?” he asks as he forces himself upright, stretching liberally because he likes the way the blush looks against the freckled planes of izuku’s cheeks.
“didn’t you know?” izuku says mock solemnly, the effect is ruined slightly by the way his lips quirk up at the ends, “this chef only takes payments in kisses.”
“and-” katsuki asks as he loops his arms around izuku neck and pulls him a little closer to eye level, “-how many kisses is due for this meal?” he’s trying desperately to hide his grin as he plays along.
“i don’t know,” izuku says happily, his smile a little more tempered, there’s this kind of heat in his gaze, the kind that katsuki didn’t think anything but a star could emit, “a lot.”
“this is the worst transaction ever,” katsuki sighs, before dropping a quick peck on izuku’s still smiling mouth. he pulls away quickly to look down at his prepared plate.
it’s been a while since they haven’t had a traditional breakfast. izuku has managed to not burn any of the pancakes, and the fruit is cut in pretty, useless shapes like stars and hearts. there’s no blood on either of the plates and a cursory glance at the counters confirms that izuku had managed to use the knife without nicking himself.
they’ve just sat down to eat when izuku blinks. “oh man,” he says as he gets up and shuffles over to the cabinets where they keep their glasses.
“what?” katsuki asks around a mouthful of blueberries and pancakes.
“i forgot the juice!”
“you made juice?” katsuki asks surprised, izuku nods happily, humming as he pulls the jug out of the fridge. katsuki feels this warm flutter start up in the pit of his stomach; he hadn’t even heard the sound of the juicer.
unsure what to do with the rush of love bubbling in his chest as he watches izuku set down the glasses, katsuki begins to laugh. it’s in hindsight a terrible mistake.
izuku, absolutely incapable of focusing on anything when katsuki laughs looks up sharply at the sound and is so enraptured in the crinkle of his lovers eyes, the shake of his shoulders, completely misses the cup and pours juice all over the table.
they both yelp as the it begins to pour over the side and all over the floor— izuku panicking about the pretty cream of the table cloth.
“oh no,” he sighs softly when he’s regained control of his hands. katsuki, sighs, chances a look away from the table to look at his now pouting lover and can’t help but laugh again.
“it’s okay,” he says around his grin, reaching up to pat the hair at the other boys neck. “we can clean it up, you’d did a good job.”
“ah,” izuku says, mysteriously no longer upset, “kacchan’s so sweet to me today,” he throws his hands up as though to grab Katsuki who adeptly dodges, izuku has never been good at keeping his hands off the things he loves.
“you have organs juice all over your hands,”
“right,” izuku says around a sigh, “can you pass me the towel, by the sink?”
katsuki turns around to grabs it, when he spots the several black lumps in the bin. he smiles despite himself. it probably wasn’t healthy, to feel this fond about such a useless nerd.