Katsuki woke up with his face tucked into your collarbones, and his hands wrapped around your waist. He breathed deeply taking your scent in, sweet like coconut, something fruity and a little it like chlorine. His legs tangled with yours, your arms cradling his head, fingers wound in his hair. He couldn't help but think of the lap dance you gave him, his morning wood tightening his pants.
He groaned quietly in annoyance, couldn't his body just let him drink in the moment? It was still dark and cool in the basement, small amounts of light filtered in from the man-hole-windows. He took one more deep breath before gently untangling his body from yours. He rolled over an looked at the clock on the wall, 8:34. God, it was late, for him at least.
He heard you readjusting in the bed, snuggling deeper into the covers. Loser, he stretched, grabbed his hearing aids, and headed up the stairs. His parents were gone, he thought he remembered them saying they would be at the park for Moharo's playdate with another little brat.
He turned on the burner in the kitchen, pulled out a pan and pulled the eggs and milk out. He quickly whipped up some scrambled eggs, set them to the side and started on the bacon.
You awoke to the smell of breakfast wafting in the air, you were confused, why were you in a bed? Oh that's right, you helped Katsuki.
You made your way around your friends who were still fast asleep. You padded up the stairs and went into the kitchen, it smelt scrumptious. Katsuki was sitting with a plate of bacon, eggs and two small pancakes.
"Someone was busy." He shrugged.
"Had time." You just hummed in response, your voice raspy with sleep.
"Coffee?"
"Don't drink that shit, 's nasty." He said.
"You're nasty." you snapped back, walking over to the pot and putting on a brew.
"Oh that was a good one, did it take you all night to think of it?" Katsuki replied with a smirk. Again you just hummed, not having the energy to deal with his dumb ass.
You grabbed a plate of bacon, eggs, pancakes, and the maple syrup while waiting for your coffee to brew. You poured the syrup onto your pancakes and immediately grimaced.
"What the hell was that for?" Katsuki snapped, "got a problem?"
"Your syrup sucks big pp." Katsuki looked at you like you just spoke a different language. "It's gross, like come on, shits nasty."
"How?"
"My dad's cousin owns a sugar farm in Canada. Yea, this is hella gross compared to it." You said taking a big bite of the pancakes anyway.
"Well sorry it's not up to your standards, Gearhead, I don't have any Canadian relatives." He said taking a swig from his orange juice.
You got up and poured a piping hot cup of coffee, adding a little sugar and a some milk. "I could fix that." You said coyly. He choked on his OJ, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm looking at you incredulously, you just shrugged.
"I hate you." You just smiled and sat down again.
"I know." He clicked his tongue and looked away. You ate in silence and nursed your coffee for a while.
"Let me taste that." Katsuki said suddenly.
"No, why?"
"Because I want to see if it tastes good," He replied.
"Why?"
"Smells good."
"Mhm.. fine careful not to burn your mouth."
"Yea, yea whatever." He rolled his eyes and took the mug you held out. His hands cupped it and he blew on it for a second before taking a small sip of it. His face immediately turned down in disgust. He made a dramatic gagging noise and pretend to puke.
"Eww, eww, that shits awful how do you drink that?"
"It's scrumptious." You smiled back at him.
"I was gonna make some tea but we have no tea bags here, so I tried to go get some but my shitty ass car wouldn't start up."
"Hey, don't call her shitty, she's beautiful." Katsuki rolled his eyes.
" 'M gonna have to take it into the shop."
"Why? I can fix it up for you if you want. Do you have tools?"
"I mean some but I don't know how to use them."
"Oh don't you worry, I do, see I'm not as dumb and stupid as you. I'm a man I like cars and shit." You said with your best southern accent.
"Fuck you."
"Only in your dreams bitch."
"Shut the hell up. You're the worst." You just smiled and shrugged.
"So, lets see these tools." You weren't lying, you were a handy person. Your dad was a construction worker when he was younger, he taught you how to use all sorts of tools. He also taught you his craft of choice, which was woodworking. Your cousin was also a mechanic, hence your handiness and your excitement to work on your dream car.
New cars, you thought, were not as simple to work on. Your cousin always told you, 'you practically have to hook the thing up to a computer to work on it'. You always thought that working on cars was cool and an Austin Healey would be pretty easy to work on because of its simple build.
Katsuki took you out to the garage and pulled out a bag covered in spider webs. You grimaced, you didn't have a fear of spiders, no no no of course you had to be weird and have a irrational fear of spiderWEBS.
"can you dust that off please?"
"What, seriously? There's no spiders."
"Do you want me to work on your car for free or not?"
"Ugh, fine. Your such a square."
"Meh meh meh meh meh meh," you said in a mocking high pitched tone. What happened next made you almost shit your pants.
Katsuki wiped a spiderweb on your hand. You made a inhuman noice and freaked out shaking your hand wildly. The blonde just laughed at your pain as you struggled to get it off.
"Dude whats your damage?" You tried to calm your heart as he chuckled.
"I...hate you." You sat as you scratched your hand where the web was.
"I know sweetheart." Immediately you froze.
"Don't call me that, bitch."
"Oh why's that baby?" He smirked.
"I'll kill you." He just snickered and handed you the tools.
"I'll wake the others up, get to work Gearhead."
I told you guys would be back. SO sorry about the wait, I've been really really busy. Also low-key running out of ideas so seriously give me some for filler chapters. ALSO, lmk your favorite 80's song cuz maybe I'll use it.
Anyway have a good one guys.
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