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RESIDENCE ✦ Bakugou / Midoriya Residence
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"Katsuki Bakugo. Make it fast or hang the fuck up."

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[blastedass]

Thanks for stating the obvious.

[It raises the question of what would happen if they did end up like this at home, but he can't answer that and opts not to think about it.

He does, however, opt to snap Izuku in the ass with the washcloth.]

Move. I need to rinse.

[defendure]

Okay, okay...so, um, do you want to do presents before breakfast or after?

[ He hops out of the way, just...openly watching Katsuki. Not ogling quite? He's just admiring. ]

[blastedass]

[Katsuki shoves his head under the water and starts to vigorously scrub away at his hair. Still hurts from the pulling, but the ache's fading at least. Then pulls up to start rubbing down the rest of himself as the soap pours off to the floor.

Good question...]

After.

[He's still health conscious and skipping breakfast is not something Katsuki's keen on doing.]

[defendure]

Okay! What are we making for breakfast?

[ "We"...like Katsuki has Izuku do more than prep... ]

[blastedass]

Omelette, fruit, and rice for me. What do you want?

[Pancakes, waffles, the same as Katsuki. Breakfast tends to be one of the faster meals, so it's not hard to make a variety.

Katsuki the Cook and Izuku the At Best Kitchen Aid.]

[defendure]

Oooh, the same! ...but omurice!

[ Just one different way of making eggs, not a big deal. ]

[blastedass]

Dork.

[But he'll end up making omurice for the both of them because why not? Just means they have to fry up some extra ingredients along with the rice.

Maybe he'll stick Izuku on biscuit-making duty. Surely he can't mess up canned dough and ovens...]

[defendure]

[ He's competent enough to follow directions! So it should be fine. He just won't do any special cooking flair. ]

You like it too!

[blastedass]

[He failed to follow Katsuki's directions for 10 whole years! How can he be trusted with biscuits?]

Never said I didn't.

[defendure]

[ Two different things.

He might draw faces on the biscuits though. ]


Your mom used to make us it, didn't she?

[blastedass]

[And this is why he'll get stuck with peeling bananas instead. Just can't help yourself, can you, Deku?]

Yeah? I can make it just like she did. Even better.

[He lies. Hers is better because she's MOM and that does things to her meals.]

[defendure]

Oh yeah? Are you gonna draw me a message in the ketchup?

[ "Die" or "Fuck off" or something. He doesn't think Katsuki will do a cute note or an All Might doodle or anything.

But he thinks it's fun to tease about. ]

[blastedass]

[That's exactly where his mind goes when Izuku says "message" with ketchup. Katsuki rolls his eyes and steps out of the water once he's done rinsing off, giving his hands a few shakes before getting out of the shower and grabbing a towel.]

It's "write" you a message. Unless you want a fucking hieroglyphic.

[How about a skull?]

[defendure]

I'll take anything if it's coming from you. Consider it another Christmas present?

[ He figures it will be somehow mean. That doesn't bother him; Katsuki's started to be sweet to him at random points in time, and Izuku still doesn't expect it. ]

[blastedass]

That's a sucky present.

[Complete with jabbing him in the ribs a few times. Accepting whatever he'll make; Izuku does that normally! How's that a present?]

Now get dried up. It's cold outside.

[defendure]

Huh? [ Oh, right. He may have gotten out of the shower, but Izuku definitely didn't dry his hair, just idly standing there with wet curls. The prompting gets him moving, though. ]

That's why I have you, though?

[blastedass]

[Katsuki wraps the towel around his hips, tucks it, and then folds the top down twice to create a "belt" to hold it up. He's still a little damp, but nothing too bad.]

Gonna be this sappy all day?

[And tosses a towel at him---flomp!---right over his face.]

[defendure]

Maybe. Do you actually mind? [ He peels the towel off his face to start drying his hair aggressively.

Well, as aggressive as Izuku gets about household chores, which usually isn't very. ]

[blastedass]

Hmph.

[He's not dignifying with an answer as he goes back into his room. Perhaps in another time or place, he'd be cool with walking downstairs in nothing but his towel and getting breakfast started. But unfortunately, that's not really something Katsuki does, and it's snowing outside. White Christmas.

So he grabs some black sweats and a black sweater for comfort, pulling them on over a pair of boxer briefs. Izuku's gonna have to trek down to his room, unless he wants to try and swipe some of Katsuki's clothes...]

[defendure]

[ He does. Well, a shirt. He'll have to pass his room on the way down for pants. He doesn't ask so much as takes one and waits to see if he gets away with it as he goes to tug it on... ]

[blastedass]

[Katsuki hears his drawer slide and glares over his shoulder when he sees Izuku pulling a shirt out...

but then rolls his eyes and heads downstairs with a shake of his head. It's Christmas. You get a free pass. ONE only.]

[defendure]

[ Then he's wearing one of Katsuki's t-shirts. The one with a skull maybe. Over boxers. He seems way too happy about it as he comes downstairs? ]

[blastedass]

[Congratu-fucking-lations. GO PUT ON A FUCKING PAIR OF PANTS!! Walking around in a shirt and his boxers. Sheesh.

Katsuki's in the kitchen, turning on the oven and the stovetop before getting down the omelette pan and plugging in the rice cooker.]

[defendure]

[ It's just them. Boxers are fine unless Katsuki gripes and then he'll go get pajama pants...

Instead he's happily in an oversized shirt and coming up to kiss Katsuki on the cheek. ]

What should I do?

[blastedass]

[He's not going to gripe, but does give him a "really" look when he comes downstairs like that anyways. At least his shirt's not so big on Izuku he's pulling the teenage girlfriend morning after look with a shirt hanging around his upper thighs.

HEY! Katsuki instinctively ducks and jerks his head up, eyes wide and staring for any mistletoe Izuku might've hung up there to instigate that kiss.

Fuck. Gonna give him a heart attack with that shit now...]

Get the rice started.