I'm trying to help you! Bakudeku

What to say?

(Side note izuku is 17 now and katsuki is 18)
NOBODY'S POV

Izuku walked into the kitchen as All Might exited the dorm, leaving the two boys to themselves. Izuku went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, not noticing the figure standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Katsuki watched as the boy sat down at the counter and began scrolling through his phone. Katsuki watched for a few more seconds, taken in by the fact that the person he had missed so dearly was sitting right there only a few steps away. He was snatched out of his thoughts as a dull but rough voice spoke, taking him off guard.

IZUKU'S POV

I sat on a chair beside the counter, noticing Kacchan staring at me. I was shocked, now realizing that we were all alone. I panicked and said the first thing that came to mind, and as soon as the words left my lips, I mentally kicked myself for how cold they sounded. "What are you staring at?" I said harshly, unintentionally putting a nasty look on my face. God, why did I do that? Why was I being so cold to Kacchan? I couldn't even think straight while he was staring at me, and my emotions got swallowed into the nothingness.

KATSUKI'S POV

I was shocked at how harsh he sounded, and the face he made while saying it put the icing on the cake for me. I felt a scowl come across my face in response, not even meaning to do it. Tch, "I was going to ask if you were hungry, you fucking nerd," I said back harshly, kicking myself mentally for the way it came out. I looked at a now unreadable Izuku, seeming to form different expressions as if he was confused about how to respond.

IZUKU'S POV

I was stunned at Kacchan's words as I looked at the scowl on his face. It almost felt good to know he was the same old brute he had always been. It made me happy that it seemed nothing had changed in a way. It felt normal hearing him call me a nerd with a profanity rolling out as well. I couldn't even begin to say how thankful I was that he didn't pity me. I almost wanted him to be angry at me. I wanted him to be as angry at me as I was at myself for being taken. It was easier to deal with the anger than the pity. I looked at him with a straight face and shot back, "Yeah, actually, I am. Are you gonna cook for me?" I said this with something that I could only describe as venom lacing every word. As I took in his expression, waiting for him to yell or shoot back something nasty, all I was met with was a soft face with a smirk. This made me angry, and I don't even know why.

KATSUKI'S POV

His words hit me like bricks as I noticed the venom in his words. I was angry but also sad that Izuku was now what seemed to be an anger-filled glass of emotions on the verge of overflowing. How could such an innocent person become this? What did they do to him to make him this way? I wanted to ask him these things, but it wasn't the right time. He didn't trust me enough yet. I had to wait until the time was right. All I could do was put a soft smirk on my face as I looked at him, hiding everything in my mind at the moment. "I will cook for you. What do you want?" I said as warmly as I could, but his face shifted to an angry one. I let it go, though, as I walked past him to get to the stove.

IZUKU'S POV

And there it was, the pity. His comment didn't anger Kacchan like I had wanted. It only made him go soft. I scoffed at him as I turned away, feeling my blood boil at the thought of his pity. "I want pancakes," I said flatly and dull, and Kacchan walked closer to me. My heart beat like a drum. I thought he might hear it if he got much closer. He then walked past me to the stove and began to cook his signature pancakes. It smelled amazing, the scent of the meal filling the whole building. It was amazing, and it felt like home. Without me even realizing it, a small smile came across my face as Kacchan placed a plate of beautiful pancakes in front of me. I looked up at him. "Thank you, Kacchan," I said with a small smile and a little more life in my voice. It surprised me, but Kacchan has always been able to make me smile, even if I had forgotten how to.

KATSUKI'S POV

As I put the plate down on the counter in front of Izuku, I noticed a small smile on his face. Oh, how I loved seeing him smile again, even if it was small and weak, it was still there. Then he looked up at me, holding eye contact, and he said, "Thank you, Kacchan." Shivers went down my spine as my old nickname, which hadn't been uttered in so long, fell from his lips. In that moment, all I wanted to do was grab him, hold him, kiss him. But I held myself back and gave him a smile, nodding as I walked back to the kitchen to clean up my mess.

IZUKU'S POV

Kacchan stared at me when I said his nickname, and I could see something else in his eyes. Was I imagining it, or was there really something there? No, it couldn't be. I shook my head, trying to get the thought out of my head. As I began to eat, I kept thinking about how close we were, how his presence made me feel safe. How I wanted to be held in those strong arms forever. I stole a glance into the kitchen, trying to sneak a peek at Kacchan, but our eyes met. He was looking at me too! Why was he looking at me? Was he watching me to see if I liked his food? Or was he looking at me for another reason? I turned away, feeling heat rise to my cheeks, and began to eat, trying to hide a small pink blush on my face. I looked up one last time, and Kacchan had his back to me, doing the dishes. I sighed in relief, but a bit of sadness washed over me. I liked the thought of Kacchan looking at me. I mentally shook my head again, shaking away the thought. After I finished my meal, I put the plate in the sink and washed it. It was nighttime by this time, and I went to take a shower. All I wore was my boxers and a long, baggy shirt. My body still hurt, so loose clothes were the only option right now. I brushed my teeth and hair, then headed back to the room that Kacchan and I now shared.

Goodness that was a lot enjoy