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The days were few and far between that Izuku had the apartment to himself. Him and Katsuki usually had the same shifts at work, so they were together all the time; they were partners on patrols, and their agencies offices were two to a room, so they did their paper work together too. Then they would end the evenings with a short walk back to their home; they even had the same days off. Unless someone was in the shower, they were usually together in some sort of fashion.
But let’s be honest, they were normally together there too.
So when the agency had woken them up and only called Katsuki in to work this morning, saying they “needed more fire power,” Izuku was just a little too quick to roll over and steal the entirety of the duvet.
“You little shit!” Katsuki growled, as he snuck his cold feet into the burrito of blankets; trying to steal the warmth from in between Izuku’s thighs. A small squeak was all he received for his efforts, however Katsuki didn’t need to see Izuku’s face to tell that he had a huge grin plastered across his lips.
He slowly rolled out of bed, cursing under his breath, and slowly made his way to the shower. It was scalding when he got in, too hot by most people’s standards, but just right for Bakugou to wick away the morning chill.
He finished his morning routine and with a quick kiss for Izuku, which tasted like bitter coffee, he was out he door.
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Izuku woke to the faint sound of his phone buzzing; he couldn’t quite tell where it was coming from though. After a few seconds of searching, he found the device under his stomach; a soft rectangle etched into his flesh. Flipping over onto his back, he unlocked his phone, looking for the source of the buzzing. All too soon, the red light at the top of his screen frantically flashed, and the screen blanked out.
Izuku looked at the ceiling, debating whether it was worth it or not to leave the warmth of his bed to retrieve his charger from the living room, where he’d left it last night. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, which flashed 11:30am, he decided it was time to get up.
Feeling the chill on his mostly bare skin, he stole one of Katsuki’s sweaters from bench at the end of their bed. He’d worn it the day before on the way home from work, and it smelled like him. Not the detergent they used, the one strong enough to eliminate blood and ash, but it smelled like Katsuki; like his skin and his natural musk. It wrapped around Izuku and he breathed it in deep as he dragged his sock covered feet towards the bathroom, “I’ll pee, brush my teeth, and then grab my charger. Pee. Teeth. Charger.” He repeated to himself aloud, trying not to forget his simple morning mission; yawning in multitudes as he set out to complete his tasks.
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Izuku stopped suddenly, “What had I come in here for?” The morning fog hadn’t lifted from his brain, and he stood in the doorway to the living room contemplating what he’d meant to do.
He looked around, hoping something would jog his memory, thinking out loud as he tried to recall his list, “Pee. Teeth.... Then what?” He cocked his head, and scratched through his hair in confusion.
“Oh well, must not have been important. I’m sure it’ll come to me.” With a shrug he made his way to the kitchen. There was half a pot of coffee still sitting on the counter, but remember this morning’s kiss, he knew it would be too bitter for him; there’s only so much sugar and creamer can do.
Pancakes. Pancakes are what Izuku felt like making; they were quick and easy, and unless he got distracted for too long, they weren’t too hard to mess up. He quickly mixed the batter; flour, sugar, baking powder, salt, eggs, milk, oil, vanilla, and a little bit of cinnamon. The whisk hitting the sides of the bowls echoed loudly through the kitchen, reminding Izuku that he hadn’t turned on any music. Reaching for the iPod and dock that it was placed on in the corner of the counter, he hit play on his “For When Katsuki’s Not Around” playlist on Spotify.
Immediately the whole house was filled with loud early 2000′s punk rock - a guilt pleasure of Izuku’s, one that his boyfriend loved to poke fun at.
“You can’t even understand half the lyrics... and you UNDERSTAND ENGLISH!” Izuku could hear Katsuki’s exasperation as clearly as if he were in the same room. He laughed to himself as his hips began to sway to the timing of his risk in the pancake batter.
He started pouring the batter into the heated skillet on the stove as the music picked up, and he started singing along:
We’re going down, down… in an eeni a an round (he just makes noises here)
And, sugar, we’re going down swinging
I’ll be your number one with the bullet
A lollypop complex, cock it and put it
We’re going DOWN DOWN (DOWN DOWN)
We’re going DOWN DOWN (DOWN DOWN)
Izuku’s butt wiggled back and forth, his feet pointing out awkwardly with ever off-beat sway. Using the spatula in his hand as a microphone, he sung loudly and off key with the rest of, what he would say is, his favourite fall out boy song. A fist pump or two later, he’d gotten so into the song he’d almost completely forgot about his browning pancakes; thankfully he managed to flip them over just in time.
This wasn’t something he did when Katsuki was home. While he wasn’t embarrassed, per say, there are some things that you just want to do by yourself; impromptu dance parties were one of those things. Especially when being by yourself just made dancing around in your boyfriends sweater and underwear, while singing at the top of your lungs, that much more fun.
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“Hey Ground Zero!” Kirishima called out, jogging lightly to catch up to him in the office hallway, “Boss Man says you can go home, he knows it’s supposed to be your day off.”
When Katsuki began to protest Kirishima cut him off again, “Don’t worry about it man, I got the paper work covered.” He was already halfway down the hallway before he continued, “Go home to your boyfriend, and enjoy the afternoon!” He flashed a wicked grin and winked before he rounded the corner. Katsuki was thankful that he was the only one left in the office corridor; the blush on his cheeks was something he could barely stand for Kirishima to see, let alone the rest of the office. He quickly pulled out his phone, texting Izuku that he would be home soon.
To Nerd <3:
11:28: I’ll be home in about half an hour
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After packing up his things at work, Katsuki made it home in record time; it being the middle of the day, there were hardly any civilians out who could have possibly recognized him, or stopped him to ask for a picture. The prospect of stealing Izuku away under the covers for a few more hours of sleep gave his feet an extra incentive to move quickly.
By the time he’d made it to the apartment and stepped off the elevator, he could already hear the thunderous music radiating through the halls; he immediately recognized the song, and knew that this was Izuku’s doing. The usual sounds of his keys jingling as he unlocked the front door didn’t register in his ears; and from the lack of response when he announced his arrival, Katsuki knew Izuku wasn’t aware that he had arrived home.
As he closed the door, his nose was assaulted with the smell of slightly burnt cinnamon; “Pancakes” Katsuki muttered to himself, “The nerd always puts too much cinnamon in his pancakes.” A fond smile played at the corner of his lips, knowing they were one of the only things Izuku could make halfway right. After slipping off his shoes and hanging his coat, he slowly made his way past the living room and peaked around the corner into the kitchen, knowing he’d be there.
“Oh, this is too good!” Katsuki had to hold back his laugh as he reached for his phone, hitting the record button on the camera app as fast as he possibly could.
Across the kitchen, Izuku stood for a moment, flipping over a pancake. He was wearing Katsuki’s old UA sweater, it was thinning from years of wear and it’s once vibrant red had faded to almost a pink. His underwear was a different story; they were bright orange, stark black, and brand-new. He felt pride well up in his chest, with Izuku having chosen to wear his new Ground-Zero boxer briefs over the multitude of All Might ones he already owned. Leaning against the entryway to the kitchen Katsuki watched as his adorable boyfriend continued to sing and dance, as if no one were watching:
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love
Dance, dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love if they knew how misery loved me
Izuku was gifted in many other areas of life; he was insanely smart, strong, passionate, kind, forgiving, and not to mention he had an ass that didn’t quit! Katsuki could spend hours listing off the things that he was good at, and good at being, not that he’d tell Izuku such a list all at once. However, during those hypothetical hours of compliments, singing and dancing would never make an appearance.
Izuku’s hips swayed side to side awkwardly, never actually finding a rhythm, and his knees would bend at inappropriate intervals; his shoulders moved too, but not to the music. The whole combination of motions just made it look like he was wiggling. Katsuki’s hand covered his mouth to stifle the horrendous chuckle that threatened to ruin the show.
Izuku’s singing voice was just as good as his dancing; in other words, awful. His usual speaking voice, the one that brought Katsuki to his knees and turned his insides to jelly, was long gone. Instead he wailed loud, and off key. He thought for a moment that maybe he couldn’t actually hear himself sing, that maybe he’d been around one too many loud explosions and he’d gone tone deaf.
His thoughts were cut off when Izuku clumsily spun around started singing into the “microphone” he was holding. His eyes blew wide once he made eye contact with Katsuki, his jaw dropping as the words halting on his lips.
“Kacchan!” Izuku shrieked as he noticed the phone pointed in his direction, the phone that was quickly locked and shoved into Katsuki’s back pocket. “You are going to delete that RIGHT NOW!”
Katsuki noted how Izuku’s “I’m very mad face” just made him look like an angry puppy; all bark and no bite, “Oh, is that what I’m going to do?” The mockery dripped from each word as he crossed the kitchen, quickly hitting the pause button on the iPod dock on the way, “See, I thought that I was going to get a ‘welcome home sweetie’ kiss from my boyfriend.”
“Welcome home, sweetie.” Izuku laced together his words slowly, leaving them extra sweet and dripping with honey. He rose on his tiptoes and quickly pecked Katsuki on the lips, then leaned back and displayed his hand, expecting the phone to be handed to him.
“Nah, I’m keeping it, I like it and it’s cute.” Something seemed to register to Katsuki as his nose slightly twitched, “But you know what I will do?” He snaked his arms around Izuku’s waist, pulling him closer and nuzzling into his neck. He placed a few soft kisses along his pulse.
“What?” Izuku had meant for his voice to sound stern or angry, instead his voice faltered and it came out almost as a whine. Katsuki’s hands had made their way from the small of his back to his ass, softly kneading the firm muscle. His kisses had turned from fleeting grazes to hungry bites, and he sucked on the hallow space at the corner of his jawline. Every movement was practiced and rehearsed; he knew just how to unravel Izuku, and turn him to putty in his hands.
“I’m going to eat you up.” The words vibrated through Izuku’s neck and sent pleasant shivers down his spine.
“Oh no! The pancakes!” Izuku suddenly broke through his arousal-induced stupor, quickly turning around to remove the skillet from the element and turn it off. He cursed himself for not having smelt the burning; it then registered that the burning smell is probably what made Katsuki’s nose twitch just moments ago.
He didn’t have time to sulk about his ruined breakfast before he was spun around, and being lifted up by the backs of his thighs; his legs and arms automatically wrapping around Katsuki to hold himself up.
“I’ll make you more pancakes…” Katsuki captured his partner’s lips in a searing kiss, “When I’m done with you.”
When Izuku’s only responses was a rumbling moan against his lips, Katsuki quickly made his way to the bedroom.
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As it turns out, Katsuki is never done with Izuku…. He never did get his pancakes that day.