Izuku yawns as he wakes up the next morning.
He slept so peacefully.
Shoto hums. "Morning, baby."
Izuku's eyes slowly flutter open.
He gives pause.
Wait...
Baby...?
"...Did you just call me baby?" Izuku asks drearily as he lifts his head from Shoto's chest to look at him.
Shoto smirks.
Izuku yawns, still half-asleep, and still not completely aware of what's going on, honestly.
He just knows that he had nice dreams.
"I'm not a baby, Shoto," Izuku manages to reply as he sits upright and stretches his arms.
Somewhat annoyed that he's awake.
"Could have fooled me. You sleep like one."
"Don't you have work today?" Izuku asks, wanting to lie down again.
"It's a Sunday, sweetie."
Oh yeah. Shoto doesn't work on Sundays.
It then hits Izuku like a thunderbolt, the realization of all that happened yesterday that day, and all that happened last night.
And only one word comes to mind.
F u c k.
"You have yet to tell me, Izuku darling," Shoto says darkly, and Izuku doesn't miss the underlying possessiveness to his tone, "How you spent your day yesterday."
F u c k.
"Because if I find out you spent it with another..." Shoto continues.
Shoto smiles, showing his teeth. "I'll kill him."
