Thread by @GreyFrey3

#okaeri2022, #domesticbkdkweek, #domesticbkdkweek2022, dkbk, bkdk, fluff, humor

Day 2: grocery shopping

There’s an unusual buzz in the grocery store tonight.

Typically, any kind of energy this late is unheard of.

Most people just slog through their daily chore, too exhausted by the odd hour to notice much other than the food items in front of them. Katsuki is one of those people, drowsy and fatigued. But he’s also a pro hero, highly attuned to subtle shifts in the environment around him.

It’s why he can anticipate villain attacks sometimes without even looking. It’s why, right now, he’s dragged out of his half-awake stupor, suddenly perking up.

Something is amiss. It’s like a hum of energy in the air—he can sense it but can’t nail down its source.

It takes him a few minutes more than normal to place it. That fact alone puts him on edge. But when he realizes what’s happening, he switches to downright irritated.

“Honey, honey! You’ll never believe this!” A woman passes by him, whispering urgently to her boyfriend.

“Hero Deku is shopping in the next aisle!”

“What? Really?? How do you know?”

“Yeah, how do you know?!” Katsuki demands, wheeling on them. His tone is far more annoyed than the other man’s, but not enough to scare the couple off.

“I saw his face!” she squeals, excitement making her eyes shine.

Katsuki slams the bag of rice noodles down into his basket, too loud for a sleepy grocery store. An aisle over, he hears a familiar voice squeak.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah!” she gushes. “He’s got those freckles and dimples and everything!”

Katsuki snaps, “What a dumbass!” and slams another bag on top of the first.

The couple blinks at him before slowly turning towards each other, choosing to ignore him simultaneously.

They continue their hushed, lively exchange without Katsuki. But that’s fine by him, he’s got an idiot to strangle.

When he rounds the corner of the next aisle, his husband practically runs into him.

Crimson eyes glare at him, suspicious. “You were seen.”

Izuku goes to scratch his cheek but is blocked by his mask. He drops his hand to his side, clearing his throat nervously. “I was? That’s so strange, Kacchan!”

“I told you to keep a low profile.”

“I am!” The Number One hero insists. “Look! My disguise is still in place.”

He adjusts his ballcap, pulling it lower over his bright eyes. It partially covers his vibrant green hair too. Overall, it doesn’t do much to hide that unique color… except now that Izuku has cemented his place in the Top Ten, many people have dyed their own hair to imitate him.

Everywhere Katsuki turns these days, he sees green. That alone shouldn’t be enough to give him away.

Katsuki narrows his eyes, noting the sweat beading on Izuku’s brow. They got off shift a while ago, and it’s not /that/ hot out.

He’s also shifting his gaze away from him, refusing to meet his eyes. If he was wearing a sign right now, it would flash ‘GUILTY.’

But, of what?

“Izuku—“ As he starts to interrogate him, the couple from before pops around the opposite corner, watching them curiously.

He doesn’t want to attract their attention, so he waves Izuku away. “—go get the fish. I’ll meet you there.”

He waits until Izuku is around the corner before addressing the couple. “Not him,” he declares, watching their faces fall before he goes back to his own shopping.

Katsuki thought that would be the end of it. But then, a few minutes later, he hears another remark. This time it’s a worker, muttering under their breath. When he checks on Izuku, his husband shrugs sheepishly, but admits nothing.

When Katsuki’s picking out vegetables, he overhears an older lady chattering excitedly into her phone about Hero Deku. But the other hero just shakes his head in confusion when Katsuki corners him in the dairy section.

“They’re recognizing you somehow!” Katsuki hisses.

He’s not opposed to fan interactions, but the hour is late and they’re both bone weary with exhaustion. All he wants to do right now is go home, slap together some stir-fry and call it a day.

…And his silly husband better not screw up their plans.

“I’m being careful!” Izuku squeaks. They’re close enough that Katsuki doesn’t miss the extra open and close of his jaw. Like he’s chewing something.

“What are you eating?”

“N-nothing!” Izuku turns bright red, backing up quickly. “I’m gonna go grab the frozen peas!”

He manages to stumble over a box of packaged chips, sending a few scattering down the aisle.

“Can you get those, Kacchan?!” he yelps, directing his request over his shoulder as he practically sprints away from Katsuki.

//…this guy.//

Katsuki pinches his brow, managing to tamp down his knee jerk reaction to throw the nearest hard object at him. He /could/ knock him down and interrogate him, forcing out whatever he’s trying to hide. But that will definitely draw unwanted attention.

Besides, he can always just follow the dweeb.

He takes his time cleaning up and meandering to where Izuku is supposed to be, giving his idiot husband plenty of time to assume that he’s safe. Along the way, he eavesdrops on two more customers,

both raving about spotting the green-haired hero.

He does so himself minutes later when he’s tailing him through the frozen food section.

“Sir, would you like a sample?” A blue-aproned worker asks him.

She’s standing at the end of the aisle, behind her tray of warmed up pastries.

Katsuki watches in shock—a feeling that quickly morphs into outrage—as Izuku glances around, making sure the coast is clear. Then he lowers his mask and grins. “Sure!”

//That idiot!!!// is all Katsuki can think as he stomps angrily towards him. He’s absolutely going to throttle him!

“Ah! Kacchan!” Izuku yelps when he spots him.

And then in a move that makes Katsuki’s eyes nearly bug out of his head, he stuffs whatever he’s holding into his mouth in one bite.

Katsuki is on him in an instant, practically wrestling him in the middle of the store. “What are you eating?!”

“No’ fing!”

He has to squeeze Izuku’s jaw to force his mouth open, much like he does to their puppy waiting for them at home. When he does, he instantly recognizes the sight and smell of crispy puff pastry and seared meat.

“You’re eating a CORN DOG?!”

Izuku swallows quickly as Katsuki releases him from the headlock. Their fight is far from over as he straightens up, fixing watery green eyes on him. It’s a below the belt hit—Katsuki is weak to that expression, and Izuku knows it.

“Kacchan!” he whines.

“It was just one corn dog. A sample. How could I say no?”

“It’s horrible for you!” Katsuki counters. “Loaded with preservatives and carbs that you don’t need!”

Izuku’s plump bottom lip quivers. What a cheap ploy. “You never let me eat any of my favorite stuff.”

Katsuki’s heart feels like it’s been stabbed when Izuku looks at him like that. It rivals something Smol Might (their mixed breed puppy) might pull after he makes a mess on the carpet.

“That’s because it’s all bad for you,” Katsuki counters. But he’s not telling the entire truth

The real reason is because he didn’t make it for Izuku—someone else did. The kitchen is Katsuki’s kingdom, and he wears his crown with pride. He shops, preps, cooks and plates every scrap of food that goes into Izuku’s mouth. He relishes in it, enjoying every moment.

And not just because he loves to cook.

It’s because he loves Izuku unconditionally, and because he wants to take care of him for the rest of their lives.

Lives that’ll go without corn dogs, thank you very much.

“Pretty please, Kacchan?” Izuku begs.

Katsuki grabs his husband’s mask where it’s dangling under his chin.

“No,” Katsuki tells him, much softer than before. The dumbass really can toy with his heartstrings when he tries.

Katsuki presses their lips together in an apologetic kiss.

When he backs away, he tugs Izuku’s mask sharply, elastic band snapping it back into place.

“Aww…”

“Go grab some beef. We have what we need at home. I’ll make my own version,” Katsuki orders succinctly, compromising.

If Izuku wants to eat junk, he can eat Katsuki’s healthier version of it.

“Yay!” Practically skipping away, Izuku drops the sad act, happiness restored.

When Katsuki passes by the sample lady as he follows the love of his life, she asks him, “Was that…? And you’re…?”

In exchange for her silence, he autographs the box of corn dogs.

…The things he does for Izuku…

/end

Just a little last minute drabble. Saw all the softness and was inspired!