when izuku woke up, his bed was empty. almost all sign of katsuki being in his bed was gone.
because of this, he couldn't help but feel slight confusion bubble up within his chest. he quickly got up, leaving his room with sleep still attempting to pull his lids down.
"kacchan?" he questioned as he walked down the hall. though, suddenly he smelled the scent of warm eggs and bacon. his eyes widened at this and he turned the corner with a yawn.
the sight he saw once he turned the corner stole his breath away and made his blood run hot.
there he saw katsuki, still clad in his t-shirt as he stood over the stove, cooking peacefully. the blond was so concentrated on cooking that he didn't seem to mind the fact that the shirt was slipping down his shoulder all of the way to expose a part of his back.
to izuku, the sight was oddly... domestic. he just wanted to walk up to katsuki and kiss him until the food burned.
"kacchan, you're cooking?" izuku hummed questioningly. katsuki turned around quickly, fixing his shirt. "what's it look like, dumbass?" he said.
izuku beamed at that, "'m sorry, it's just unusual for the stove to be used s'all." he sighed. katsuki quirked his brow at that, "what do you mean?" he asked.
"i'm not exactly the best cook. so, i just order takeout or eat ramen. it's nice to have someone cooking for once." izuku admitted, shrugging.
"you idiot. that's not healthy! how do you stay so fit even though every one of your meals is a heart attack waiting to happen?" katsuki scoffed, rolling his eyes before turning back to finish the last of the food.
izuku smirked softly, watching katsuki from afar on the early weekend morning. "i manage. though, i like this better." he hummed, approaching katsuki slowly, allowing his hands to hold that alluringly small waist.
the blond flushed red, mumbling something under his breath, shivering once izuku began to move his hands lower.
"i'll ruin the food if you keep- ah.. stop!" katsuki yelped as his neck was suddenly attacked by many kisses. izuku soon complied with a sigh, pulling away from katsuki's neck even though he didn't want to.
"how about another lesson? you did so well with the last one.. this one will be extra credit." izuku teased, smiling against the crook of katsuki's neck as he stood behind him, pressing their bodies together.
katsuki gasped softly, almost caving. "stop messing with me, fucker!" he yelled before plating the last bit of food and turning the stove off.
"sorry. i just think you look really cute in my shirt. it makes me wanna ruin you." izuku sighed honestly, his hands moving slowly up and down katsuki's waist, the action was almost absent-minded.
katsuki shivered, izuku could be so good with words at times, the blond couldn't deny that much.
"actually.. can i tell you something?" he soon asked, turning to face izuku. the green-haired man nodded, his hands returning to katsuki's waist as they were displaced due to katsuki turning around.
"you... you were the first time i've ever done anything.. like that with anyone." katsuki admitted, his face heating into an embarrassing vermilion.
izuku froze, did this mean that izuku was the first one to see katsuki in such a state? the only one? the only one in the world who's held katsuki so close and fucked him until he cried?
"oh, really?" izuku asked, his voice growing breathy and his grip growing the slightest bit stronger. katsuki bit his bottom lip a bit before nodding softly, hearing izuku's tone shift seemed to stir something deep inside of him, making him want to hear more.
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secrets !﹒⪩⪨﹒dkbk
Fanfiction" i don't know why, or how, but i feel comfortable telling you.. everything. all of my secrets seem to belong to you. " in which katsuki finds himself being taught a few extra lessons from his new, and amazingly breathtaking, professor...
