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It's not like Katsuki cares what anyone else thinks. Really. He doesn’t. But he does care what Deku thinks, which is why he decides to make them both breakfast that morning before going on a late morning jog. Usually, they got up and grabbed something quick before heading out on rest days like today. But, Katsuki wanted to do something special (read: romantic) for Izuku - especially with how busy their schedules had been lately. They’d barely had a chance to be alone.

Which is why Katsuki got up 30 minutes before they usually did and made his way to the kitchen to make a smoothie (his typical breakfast before a run), a veggie omelet and toast with marmalade. 

He wanted to change up their morning a bit. It was a rest day and they didn’t have classes or work study - so they could relax a bit before going on their run at a later time.

He’d only just finished the smoothie when he felt strong arms circle his waist and a warm body mold up against his back, “Mmm, morning Kacchan.” Izuku mumbled into his shirt, face smooshed into his back.

“Izuku.” Katsuki grunted.

“What kind of smoothie did you make?”

Katsuki couldn’t help the smirk from sliding across his lips, “Why don’t you have some and find out.”

Izuku gasped quietly and ducked under Katsuki’s right arm, “But you never share.”

“Still aren’t. Made you your own.”

Deku turned his chin up and to the side, green eyes staring in awe at Katsuki; he thought his boyfriend looked quite funny squished between his arm and body like he was, but it still made Katsuki’s heart flutter pathetically, “Kacchan made me breakfast.”

Katsuki’s smirk slid into a smile, then leaned down to kiss the top of fluffy green curls. “Sit where you won’t get in the way. There’s more.”

Deku gasped again, looking more awake than before. He moved to stand fully in front of Katsuki, leaning up on his toes to steal a kiss from his lips. Katsuki felt his cheeks heat, before Deku ducked back out and hopped up onto the counter in between the stove and the sink.

“Not there, nerd! I’ll have to clean the whole counter now.” 

“Not like you weren’t going to anyway.” Deku snarked back.

Katsuki growled in annoyance because he was right. Instead of blowing up his nerd he grabbed two cups - filling them with the smoothie - and a pair of his personal metal straws. He handed one to Deku, who took it gratefully.

“Mmmm! Kacchan this tastes amazing! Kacchan is the best at making smoothies.”

“Damn right, babe.” He leaned down to kiss Izuku’s cheek, ignoring his cute aggression need to bite it, because really his nerd should not look so cute sitting there. 

He made his way to the fridge, grabbing the carton of eggs and veggies, when Izuku’s mumbling finally reached normal volume, going on about what he would be making and why this morning and what about their run…

“Oi, we’re still running.”

“Oh.” Izuku shrank down and sipped his smoothie,“Usually you make us food afterwards …so…”

Katsuki flushed, again. He avoided looking at Izuku when he passed to the other counter where he’d already laid out materials needed to prep and prepare the omelets. Katsuki didn’t know how to say that he wanted to make breakfast for a sleepy Deku. And get all the cuddles in the morning, to be with him before the rest of the class showed up and ruined it. So, instead he said, 

“No shitty extras around now.” 

There. That would get his point across.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as Izuku slid off the counter, leaving behind his smoothie and found himself taking up the space in front of Katsuki. He was just about to start chopping! Couldn’t the nerd see that?! A protest rose to his lips, when Izuku molded himself to Katsuki’s front and inhaled before letting out a slow delicious, content hum.

“Thank you, Kacchan.”

The protest immediately died on his lips. This is what he was craving. “Yeah, sure.” He placed his chin on his boyfriend’s head. “Just don’t move while I'm chopping.”

“Mhmm, okay.”

Of course he did move during the process. He began placing small kisses on clothed pecs, across his shoulders, up to this exposed collar bone. He nosed along his neck and up to his ear. Katsuki had to pause at times to ensure no accidents occurred. He also lightly smacked the back of Izuku’s shoulder before returning to his vegetables. A playful giggle was the only response he received. Then the lips were moving under his jaw and down the front column of his throat before placing an open mouthed kiss at its hollow; sucking.  

“Oi!” He snapped the knife down into a safety position. “You want me to fuck up my fingers?!”

Izuku shook his head; lips brushed dangerously against his skin. He mouthed across to another exposed area, just below his collar bone. Teeth scraped against skin, followed quickly by tongue lavishing against the pain. Izuku repeated the process, warm breath sending a tingle down Katsuki’s spine.

He let out a grunt, hands gripping the counter tightly. Nope. Keep it together. He could ruin the nerd later. “You keep doing that and you won’t get breakfast.”

“Maybe I wanna change what’s on the menu?” This time when teeth bit into his flushed and sensitive skin, a low breathy moan broke from Katsuki’s lips.

Instead of verbally responding, Katsuki let go of the counter, one hand moved to squeeze tightly at Deku’s hip, the other fisted into his curls. Katsuki pulled Izuku’s head back just enough to expose his throat, then leaned down to lick up the side of his boyfriend's throat. A sinful moan followed by a full body shudder was his answer. Fingers grasped desperately into the hem of Katsuki’s sleep shirt. 

“Brat.” Kats hissed into his ear, biting playfully at his earlobe. 

He knew what his nerd wanted - the same thing he’d done to Katsuki - he could ruin Izuku a little before their run. He moved a leg in between his boyfriend’s, grinding up into him. A delightful groan met his ears. Katsuki nipped his way down the pale freckled neck till he reached collarbone, biting into it harshly. 

Izuku gave a shuddering breath and grunted. Hips stuttered against his upper thigh. Katsuki held on for a few more seconds, both of their bodies taut, fingers bruising, before he slowly released, licking at the wound and sucking a nice dark hickey into place.

“There.” He pulled back just enough to admire his handy work. “Can’t even let me get fucking breakfast made you, brat. Couldn’t have waited till it was done. Had me almost slice my fingers off. Got what you fucking wanted?”

He locked eyes with beautiful, mischievous green eyes, then used the hand still wrapped in curls to pull him in for a quick open mouthed kiss. Licked into Izuku’s mouth, both their hips moving to find friction. He took what he wanted before pulling back with a satisfied smirk at the dazed look in his love’s eyes. He kissed him one more time, pulling back till their lips were a hair breath away.

“Now go drink your god damn smoothie and not on my fucking counter.”

“Okay, Kacchan.” Izuku responded breathlessly. And just because he was a little shit, like Katsuki knew he would, Izuku took up his previous seat on the counter and moved the smoothie straw to his lips, taking a large drink. 

Katsuki sent him a glare. 

Deku smirked back. 

Katsuki resumed making the omelet; no further interruptions but he could feel Deku’s intense gaze upon him. He had to keep reminding himself not to look over at his incredibly cute and hot boyfriend. Concentration was difficult - that bite mark he’d left was taunting.

* * * 

Mina woke up too early on her day off. All she really wanted was to rollover and go back to sleep. But nope! She was wide awake. She decided to go get some breakfast and catch up on some of her shows. 

Mina yawned and headed down to the kitchen, but before she could enter, there was a small group standing just at the edge of the entrance to the back stairwell. Hiding out of sight where anyone in the kitchen and study area couldn’t see you, but you could see them. 

Kirishima, Uraraka, Momo and Shoji were huddled close. “Why are you…” A hand slapped over her mouth - Momo. 

“Shh. We don’t want them to hear us.” Uraraka whispered and gestured to the kitchen. 

“Who?” She whispered back when Momo released her. She moved to look at who was occupying the kitchen.

“Mido and Bakubro.” Kirishima whispered.

Mina took in the scene and could see why everyone was kind of frozen.

Midoriya sat on the kitchen counter - which no one was allowed to do, sipping from a cup that looked like it had Bakugou’s morning smoothie. And Bakugou was walking two plates full of breakfast to the common tables. 

Though, Midoriya hadn’t followed. She watched in awe, and a bit of shock, when Bakugo turned to look over his shoulder. Instead of Midoriya hopping off the counter, he flung his hands out and whined with bright green puppy eyes,

“Help me down?”

“Fuck no.” 

“Puh-lease, Kacchan.” He pouted again and when Katsuki turned fully to look at him, red eyes hardened but he stomped over to the counter. 

Oh God, Mina could feel herself blush at the sight of both boys sporting hickeys. Not like she hadn’t seen them before on her fellow classmates - hero high school was still high school. This time however, it seemed far too intimate of a setting to see such marks.

“You can get down yourself, Izuku.” But instead of forcing Izuku to do just that - like they were all expecting - Mina watched enthralled as he grabbed Midoriya’s hips and lifted. But Izuku quickly wrapped his legs around his boyfriend's waist, arms around his shoulders.

“Thanks, babe.”

“You drop that fucking smoothie and you’ll have to learn to breathe through that straw.”

“You’d have to beat me first.”

Mina’s blush darkened and she looked away with the rest when Bakugo smirked and slapped Midoryia’s ass in reprimand. “Beat your ass last week, baby. Try again.”

“Fine!” Deku huffed, “I won’t drop it because Kacchan shared and he never shares.” They all turned back to the couple to see Midoriya beaming. Noting offhandedly that Katsuki changed the grip from his hips to hold under his ass, a soft half smile on his face.

A chair was pulled out by Bakugou at the table and he took a seat with Midoriya still in his arms. They each moved to get a better view, able to watch as Mido shifted and changed his seating position, where his legs draped on one side of Bakugo. 

“Ugh! Why’s your ass so god damn bony. I thought you had muscle there finally.” Kats growled and Izuku squirmed on his boyfriend's lap. Katsuki reached with one hand to smack at a thigh, “Stop that.” 

“I thought you loved my ass, Kacchan.”

“Not when it’s fucking boney.” he reached around to grab his utensils and began eating. 

“Mhmm, mhmm. Not what you said last ~night.” He sang-song, then dug into his own breakfast.

The group exchanged glances but they weren’t sure if they could go out yet. Mina decided to test the waters and shoved Kirishima into the hallway/kitchen.

“Hey!” He yelped and the rest of the group took a couple steps backward… but could still barely see the couple. 

Both red and green eyes glanced up at Kiri. 

“Uh, hey. Uh, morning guys.” He waved and rubbed the back of his head; blush prominent on his cheeks.

Bakugou grunted and went back to eating while Midoriya waved and gave a heartfelt hello. Kiri glanced back at the group, but Mina only shook her head. She knew he could handle Bakugou if he went a little explosion-y. 

Midoriya chuckled, “It’s okay, they can come on out. They don’t have to suffer and wait for food just because we’re out here.”

“Yes they do.” Katsuki grumbled. But Midoriya lightly thumped Bakugou’s shoulder, who glared in return. 

“Oh,” Kiri smiled sheepishly, hand coming up once again to rub at the back of his head. Mina decided that was clear enough and shuffled everyone out from their hiding spot. 

“Morning boys! We just didn’t want to disturb you two.” 

“It’s okay! We all live here and we’re in the common space. So no worries.” Midoriya’s smile was bright as always. “Morning everyone!” He chirped, still not moving from Bakugou’s lap.

They all said their good mornings, then went about making their own breakfast. They kept an eye on the couple, waiting for a sign they needed to scram. It had happened a few too many times since Bakugou and Midoriya started dating. But none came. They watched out of the corner of their eyes as the couple ate breakfast. Cleaned up their dishes. Then headed out, Midoriya holding Bakugou’s hand.

“Weird.” Mina said once they knew they were gone. “Don’t they go running first?”

“Yeah, typically.” Uraraka nodded, enjoying her own food at the table. “I wonder what changed.”

“Ah, love.” Mina sighed, “Makes you do strange things.”

“Do you think they’ll do that again?” Shoji asked quietly.

“Given Bakugou is allowing himself to be more emotionally open around the class and that he loves to cook and shows most of his emotions through actions and not words, it’s a fairly high chance there’ll be multiple mornings similar to today. Most likely lunches and dinners as well.” Mina nodded along in agreement with Momo’s assessment. “In fact, Kyoka and I do something very similar. I always make her tea in the mornings and have surprise tastings throughout the week.” Momo gestured to the two tea cups and saucers she was holding. She spoke a soft good-bye then proceeded to head back upstairs - this time taking the elevator. 

A few minutes of silence permeated the air.

“I just didn’t know he could be so… domestic.” Uraraka shrugged.

“Me either!” Mina exclaimed.

Both looked to Kirishima who shrugged and opened his mouth to respond, but was cut short. Izuku rushed into the common room, now in workout gear, and called out,

“You didn’t see me!” green lighting surrounded him as he rushed out the front door, leaving the sharp smell of ozone in his wake.

Not two seconds later Bakugou came racing into the kitchen. He looked over the group, huffed a loud “Fuck!”, then proceeded to follow his significant other out the door. 

“You know,” Mina sighed, “I actually don’t wanna know.”

The other three nodded in agreement.