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Is This Real?

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Morning light cut across Izuku's face, a groan escaped as he pulled the comforter over his face. Pushing deeper he curled back up to sleep. The smell of coffee and bacon invaded his senses. Slowly his hand pulled back on the comforter. A small nose popped out. Midoriya's stomach growled, loudly.

"Unnn" he responded. Sleep or food. He let the comfort of the bed enfold him. He had to ask Kacchan what kind of bed this was, he wanted one just like it. Green eyes snapped open.

'Kacchan'

A hand to lips. Had they kissed? Memories flooded and Izuku bolted upright. They had kissed! And danced. His heart thumped loudly, oh wow, had they danced. Sinking back into the bed Izuku curled his toes letting his mind wander through the events from last night.

A loud bang sounded from the kitchen, movement, someone cooking. Izuku sank back down lower. His face flushed red, but the smell of food was too enticing. He swung his legs out of bed, stretching and yawning. He tried to wake up, suddenly a small thought dug into his mind.

'You slept through the night'

Blinking, Izuku realized he had not awoken, not once. When was the last time? He had been so tired and sore. He moved his arms, a little sore still but not too bad. Had he just exhausted himself? Or had it been him? He looked up again at the sounds emitting from the kitchen. Standing up he grabbed his bag and opened the door.

He emerged into a bright open apartment. The far wall was dominated by sliding glass doors that were open letting in the cool morning air. A balcony ran the length of the doors and Izuku could see the beautiful building across the street along with the city spread out below. Mountains thick with clouds could be just seen in the distance. Soft music played as Midoriya recognized an old U2 song playing, One Tree Hill.

The black couch he remembered from last night sat in a small living room area. He swept his eyes to the place he had been waiting to look. He held his breath. There in the kitchen stood Kacchan, his back to him. A white t-shirt encased rippling back muscles. Black sweats hugging a very well formed ass . Izuku realized he was still not breathing and he let out a small sigh. Had he really danced with him? His stomach flipped nervously as heat flushed his whole body.

Katsuki turned with the skillet in his hands, plating the french toast he had been cooking. A figure standing in front of the spare room caught his eye. He looked up catching very large green eyes staring. He smirked and winked.

"I am glad you appreciate my body Deku" he purred loud enough to be heard over the music. The nerd coughed and turned so red he thought it might be almost purple. Katsuki chuckled. "Breakfast is ready when you are." He looked up again and watched as the nerd raced to the bathroom slamming the door behind him. He left out another soft chuckle, this one was definitely going to take time and patience. His eyes looked out at this old building across the street, oh but it would be so worth every minute.

Izuku sat at the high counter, eating his second helping of French Toast. Bakugou smiled as he leaned back against the stove drinking his coffee, listening as the nerd talked between bites.

"Wow Kacchan, this second batch is even better."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah, did you use more cinnamon or something?" Soft lips wrapped around another large piece, the nerd chewing. His eyes a bright green this morning looking up at the ceiling as he tried to guess the flavors. "Maybe vanilla?"