Thread by @mirachadoodles

#okaeri2022 #domesticbkdkweek2022 #bkdk

Day 3: Date Night, Bathing, Arguments
[sfw, fluff again lol]

Izuku dove, barely missing the purple slime spewing from the villain’s mouth, but the speed of his evasion distracted him from his surroundings.

He'd rolled right through the disgusting old sludge from about three attacks ago.

Crap!

Not only was his costume dirtied, but it had gotten on his forearms, and his head felt sticky as though it was in his hair.

Double crap!

He whirled around and threw a hard smash at the villain—probably harder than he needed to, honestly—knocking him out cold and /maybe/ bruising his skull a little.

He hurriedly threw a set of quirk cancelling cuffs on the creep and then pulled out his phone to check the time.

“Ugh…” He groaned. “Kacchan’s gonna kill me…”

Izuku had been so terrible about timeliness these past few months, and Katsuki was bound to be disappointed in him. He wanted time to stop and grab some of those spicy chocolates he liked, and to dress up for once!

Now he wouldn’t have time for /any/ of that, and he felt like the worst boyfriend in the world.

A hand clapped onto his shoulder. “Should probably get the medics for this one.” Kirishima chuckled. “You got'im good, man.”

Izuku glared at him, and he burst into full on laughter. “What? ...oh, date night?”

“Yes! And I’m going to be late—/again/.”

Clearly hiding more laughter, Kirishima shooed him away. “Fill out your report later. I’ll handle this guy. Go on, get outta here!”

He gave Kirishima a skeptical expression, mulling it over. Izuku hated leaving reports for the morning—some people did it all the time, but he wasn’t like that. He preferred to keep his work neat and tidy, didn’t like leaving for tomorrow the things he could do today.

But he owed Kacchan a good night. They needed this. With all the recent attacks and the time apart, he felt like they’d barely seen each other. So he could put his work aside for today. He /would/.

Kirishima waved his hands again, arching a brow pointedly. “What’re you doing? Go before he blows the apartment up!”

Izuku couldn’t help but crack a grin at that one.

“Thanks Kirishima-kun! I owe you one!” he said. Then he bounded off, taking to the rooftops to head straight to the agency.

***

Katsuki skipped the current song, annoyed by its happy tone as he waited for Deku to get his ass home. He was late—as usual.

Deku always seemed to be fucking late, and Katsuki was tired of arguing about it. He just wanted his cute little boyfriend seated at their damn table /on time/ for once.

He huffed and began to plate their meal, timing it for 15 minutes after when he’d originally scheduled, knowing that was around when Deku would actually show up.

Katsuki had today off, and decided to make him katsudon—his favorite.

They rarely spent date nights at home—usually preferring to throw on their civilian clothes and go out somewhere on the town, but life had been sort of fast paced lately, and—call Katsuki a pathetic romantic—but all he wanted was to be in Deku’s space tonight.

Just the two of them. No stupid distractions or interruptions. /Them/, and them /alone/.

Just as he was setting the plates on the table, he heard the metallic sound of the lock at the front door.

“...Kacchan?”

His hesitant voice made something clench in Katsuki’s chest. Deku was expecting him to be mad, and just to prove him wrong, he forced his shoulders to relax.

“In here, Deku,” he responded stiffly.

Footsteps sounded in the hall before he was faced with the dumbass love of his life—fifteen minutes behind schedule, and looking like a wet dog. Didn’t he give a shit about their date nights at all?

His expression must have twisted, because just before he opened his mouth, Deku practically word-vomited apologies.

“I’msosorry! I’m sorry!” he shouted, speeding through the words as though afraid Katsuki wouldn’t let him say them.

“I swear I didn’t wanna be late, but the villain— and then the /slime/— And I was such a mess, and I just /knew/ you were gonna be mad, but I thought showing up late and disgusting would be so much worse than just being late, and I know I promised I wouldn’t again but—”

He wiped his forehead, where his soaking wet curls were dripping into his face. “But I love you, and I’m sorry…” he whispered.

His green eyes were wide and earnest, and Katsuki knew he meant every word.

No filter existed between Deku’s brain and his mouth when he was like this—it was a direct look into his mind.

“Kacchan…” he said again, stepping nearer.

Up close like this, Katsuki could see his clothes were wet, too, sticking to his firm chest like he’d been caught in the rain. But it was gorgeous outside, without a cloud in sight.

“Did you even dry off after your shower?” Katsuki grimaced.

“Uh…” Deku’s mouth twisted, as though he didn’t want to admit what he was thinking, and Katsuki rolled his eyes.

“I was in a hurry! I wanted to be here!”

His gaze was pleading, lip wobbling as though he might cry, and Katsuki couldn’t stay upset, no matter how much he wanted to.

And he didn’t want to—not really.

His nerd had clearly taken out a villain at the last minute and still somehow managed to shower and make it home for date night within fifteen minutes of their planned time.

He probably hadn’t even done his paperwork which was…very unlike him, to be honest. He was a little obsessive about those sorts of things.

“/Kacchaaaaan…/” he whined. “Say something!”

"Did you skip on the paperwork?"

Deku nodded, looking embarrassed, but the response made Katsuki feel a little smug. So Deku /did/ care about their date nights—more than his work, which was... well, more than anything else in his life.

Katsuki slid a hand around his waist and tugged him closer, feeling the icy-cold feel of his damp body against his own and not minding it as much as he should have. He smirked.

“Made you Katsudon,” he said simply.

“What?! You did?!” Deku’s entire expression brightened as his eyes flitted briefly toward the table. He hadn’t even looked at it before now, immediately focused on Katsuki when he’d arrived. It made Katsuki feel good, having those eyes on him so intently.

“You’re not mad..?” Deku asked him, looking skeptical.

Katsuki huffed a laugh through his nose. “I was. You’re an ass for being late all the time,” he grumbled, bringing a hand up to ruffle Deku’s wet mess of waves.

“But I love you despite your fucking idiocy, and you did your best, so… Guess that’s enough.”

Deku’s arms came around his neck, fingertips grazing his nape as he watched him, practically hanging on his every word.

“I did… I really did. I’ll make it up to you—next time, /I’ll/ do the cooking!”

Katsuki put on his most appalled expression. Deku was a horrible cook; they’d both end up with food poisoning. “The fuck you will! No shot. Not happening.”

“But I need to do /something/…” he whined.

Katsuki tilted his chin downward to press their lips together. “Just be here,” he murmured against them. “Be with me now. That’s all I want. Alright?”

He pressed his forehead to Deku’s and kept his eyes closed, breathing him in.

He cherished these moments, as stupid as it sounded. Their lives were so loud. Being together like this, in the quiet with only one another to focus on...it felt damn /special/.

This time it was Deku who lifted to press their lips together. “I can do that,” he replied.