Can't Stop Me (Sick!Deku AU)

Perfect Day

Izuku Midoriya

Yesterday almost feels like a dream but I'm starting to realize how amazingly real is was. Kacchan is still asleep right now and I feel like a cute little househusband in the kitchen making eggs. I'm not the best at cooking, I'm pretty bland at it honestly. I'd say on a scale of ten I'm around a six at it. Kacchan hates cooking so it felt like the least I could do was prepare him something today since he didn't have spending money yesterday yet he still ordered that pizza for me. Even if my eggs aren't that great it'll be okay, somewhere I know Kacchan will like them just as they are. I think I'll try and make bacon too even though it's scary to try something like that.

Another thing I have to worry about now is that I haven't found the time to come out to my mom yet and now I have a full boyfriend. I don't want her to think I was lying to her or hiding things from her it's just hard. I've known for years that this is who I am but talking about it is difficult. I don't know why it's so hard, if I was a straight boy it wouldn't be like this. It isn't shame, right? I'm not sure how I could feel shame for loving somebody but this feeling is close to that.

After a panic filled fifteen minutes, the food was done! And it wasn't burnt this time! I transferred our meal onto two plates making sure the eggs didn't touch the bacon. I hate when food touches, it makes the food taste like the other food and it's icky.

Kacchan likes orange juice so I made sure to get a cup of it too. Personally I hate orange juice, apple juice supremacy. I also don't know how Kacchan can like pulp. Anyway, I took all of the things I had prepared to Kacchan's bedroom. It was hard to carry two plates and a cup but I managed to balance the plates on my arms and hold the cup in my hand. This is why wait staff deserve all the tips they can get...this is hard.

The sun is streaming in through Kacchan's curtains and it seems to fall perfectly onto his face. I'm not sure how that hasn't woken him up, when light hits me it feels like a helicopter's spotlight sent specifically to wake me. He looks good though, well, good like-I mean he looks cute-no he's just Kacchan. Yeah...

I should probably wake him up even if he looks like a Renaissance painting in this light. It doesn't seem ethical to disturb this moment though. Dreams let me escape this body for a few hours so I hate the idea of disrupting that for somebody else. What if he's achieving his heart's content in that dream world?

"Deku?" Oh! Thank goodness, now I don't have to make that choice. I set the food down on the nightstand as Kacchan turned over groggily, "Morning..."

"Good morning, Kacchan," I sat on the end of the bed and gave Kacchan some time to shake his sleepiness off. When he sat up I pointed to the eggs and tried to smile, "I made these. They're pretty ugly though."

"Food is food," Kacchan's voice sounds like it's been pitched down which is kind of funny since his voice is already deep. He grabbed a plate and handed it to me before taking his own, "Is this for me?" He gestured to the cup as he spoke.

"Yep!" This feeling of pride swelled inside of me. It's hard for me to do things for other people so I usually rely on my mind, it feels nice to be able to do something simple yet meaningful.

Kacchan's face suddenly got very close before I felt his chapped lips on my cheek, "Thanks." It felt like a long time before I blinked again, the heat in my face was almost painful. He just kissed me. Again. Well, it's not a real kiss but it's a kiss, right? I don't know. How do you rank kisses? It makes me feel good though.