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The Blind Tiger

Bakugou woke to sounds downstairs, voices were talking, several voices. He reached out and felt the warm body next to him. Turning, he chuckled, the greenette was buried under the covers in his classic lump form. Katsuki pulled at the comforter finding soft green curls, he kissed them, soaking in the citrus scent.

A knock at the door.

"Fuck." He looked over at his clock, it was missing. "Oh yeah." Sitting up, he made his way out of the bed trying not to disturb the lump. He slid open the bedroom door. Dunce Head stood in the hallway smiling. "What the fuck?"

"Good Morning, Katsuki." He held up a mug, "coffee?"

Katsuki blinked, "Sure," he took the mug and sipped the hot coffee. "So why the fuck are you handing me a cup of coffee in my parent's home Dunce Head?"

"Well Sho and I were going to head back today and I really wanted to say hi to your parents, so we decided on breakfast before we left."

"You text my hag?"

"Oh, sure Kat, all the time."

Bakugou raised his brows, "I am not sure what to fucking say to that."

"Come down for breakfast, I am helping Mitsuki make a real spread for us." The smell of food drifted up from downstairs.

"Smells good, not sure about the nerd," he glanced over his shoulder at the lump. "He is not much for the morning, but I'll be down in a moment." He slid the door shut, sipping on the coffee, he sat on the bed. The lump started wiggling.

"I smell coffee," the muffled voice mumbled.

"If you want some, you're going to have to come out of there."

The lump wiggled again, this time the green curls pushed out further. Sleepy emerald eyes peered out, a yawn stretching Deku's mouth. "Okay, okay, I'm getting up, mmmm, where's the coffee?" He stuck a hand out of the comforter.

Katsuki handed him the mug. "It's black, no cream or sugar." He knew the nerd liked his coffee sweet and milky.

"Bleh," the hand stopped, "what's the point?"

Katsuki chuckled. "If you get dressed there is more coffee downstairs and we have a couple of fucking extras here."

The other hand popped out pulling the comforter down further. "We do?"

"Icy Hot and Dunce Head came by, they are helping the hag with breakfast." Katsuki leaned forward and kissed that enticing mouth.

"You taste like coffee." Izuku smiled, licking his lips. "Tastes better that way."

Bakugou took another swallow and kissed him again. "Even with no sugar or milk?" His tongue swept along the nerd's bottom lip.

"Hmmm, yeah still good." Izuku yawned again and stretched, he was waking up. Crimson red eyes watched him over the rim of the mug. "I guess we should get dressed and head downstairs."

Bakugou nodded, set down his cup and dug his outfit out of his bag.

The table was loaded with food. Izuku piled more french toast on his plate. "These are amazing Mitsuki! Kacchan makes them like this too, so good."

Mitsuki beamed, "Thank you Izuku, of course I taught him how to cook," she boasted.

"So guess what happened last night after you left?" Denki chirped.

Bakugou scowled, "Do I want to fucking know?"

Shoto laughed, "I told you Denki, we should just keep it."