Tsundere and Sin-namon Boyfriends (Completed)

Chapter 1: The Perfect Blend

It wasn't even 6:00 A.M. yet and Izuku's day isn't looking very good. He woke up with a sharp crick on his neck that wouldn't go away no matter how many times he's stretched this way and that, he had stubbed his toe on the door frame on his way out of his room, and the elevator was down because Kaminari got too experimentive the night before trying to make it go faster. Usually Izuku wouldn't break a sweat walking down three flights of stairs, but he also has a sprained knee due to quirk practice the day before. The way it popped sent shivers up his spine.

Izuku wasn't one to curse anyone but by the time he arrived to the common room he's wished upon misfortune after misfortune towards poor ole Kaminari for destroying the elevator. His knees hurting made him feel old for his age.

"Good morning, Midoriya-kun!" Iida exclaimed from where he sat at the dinner area, sorrounded by their classmates. "You don't look very good today though!"

Izuku smiled sheepishly, stopping by their table. "Yeah.. I'm having a bit of a rough morning." He gestured to the medical tape around his knee, calf flexing a bit. "Gonna take a while for this to heal properly after all."

Iida reprimanded him to "Please be careful next time!" But really, Izuku is nothing but careful. He just got.. Distracted yesterday.

It's not his fault Kacchan was looking particularly good with those tight gym uniform hugging his toned body, especially the way it highlighted the shape of his chest. Is it possible for a man to have boobs? Or pecs to pass off as boobs? Because Kacchan nailed it with those 'things' on his chest. It makes Izuku wanna go over and s q u e e z e.

'No, I'm not Mineta! Calm yourself down, Midoriya Izuku.' Izuku thought to himself, mentally waving off the image of Katsuki's assets out of his brain. 'Coffee. Coffee fixes everything.'

Izuku headed over to the coffee pot, then took a double take as he realized there's no coffee left.

The OFA holder's usually unmovable rage meter went up a few notches.

'It's just coffee though, no need to get angry over coffee. What's wrong with me today.' Izuku thought to himself, trying to keep himself in control. He likes his coffee a perfect blend of sweet and bitter, the milk not too sweet that it doesn't drown out the coffee's particular flavor.

Izuku was just about to make a new batch when he saw on the corner of his eye, someone slamming a mug on the counter next to him, startling him a bit. "Wa-" His eyes widened when he turned to see who it is, a miniscule blush blooming on his cheeks. "-cchan! You startled me!"

Katsuki scoffed at him, didn't even look his way as he's busy plating some pancakes and bacon. "If that scared you then get the fuck out of the hero course, fucking loser." He aggressively drizzled some maple syrup over his pancake. "The last pot was enough for two mugs by the way. And you looked like you're gonna m•rder someone so I'm giving that to you."

Izuku's eyes glistened with tears despite himself because Kacchan going out of his way to give him something as simple as a damn coffee is like his dad wishing him a happy birthday, aka extremely rare. "T-thanks, Kacchan." His voice wobbled a bit.

"Tsk, don't get emotional over sh¡t you id!ot." Katsuki's rounded shoulders went up to his ears, scowling again and turning his head to the side. "This conversation never happened got it?! Don't f*cking get used to it."

'Oh.. Oh my god was that a blush on Kacchan's face-?!' Izuku barely registered Katsuki's words because he could've sworn the blonde's face is flushed. Unable to control himself, his eyes traveled downwards.

Katsuki's black tank top left nothing for Izuku's overactive imagination.

'Sh¡t.' Izuku thinks, closing his eyes. Both to burn the image into his brain and to calm his lower area down.

When he opened them again, Katsuki is nowhere near him, and he catches that strong back heading over to his usual friend group. Looking at the brown coffee that Katsuki made for him sitting next to his own plate of breakfast foods, it called to his morning coffee drinking obsession-- there's even slight foam floating on top of it. Izuku gently wrapped a hand around the hot surface of the mug and took a sip.

His usual preferred blend hit his tastebuds and Izuku powered through the surprise by closing his eyes to savor it, letting the warmth travel down from his throat and down to his stomach, a pleasant weight that makes him take another sip, a small fond smile taking on the edge of his lips.

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The bakusquad looked up the moment Katsuki sat on their usual table with a huff. "St•p¡d f*cking Deku and his st•p¡d f*cking coffee making me do this bullsh*t just f*cking notice me already f*ck-" He growls, increasingly using more colorful words as he went off, stabbing a pancake with his fork to take a vicious bite out of it.

With his whøle squad in the know of his crush towards Izuku due to one frankly unfair truth or dare game with some shots involved, it didn't take them long to flip.

Kaminari spat his own sweet milky abomination of a coffee while Kirishima choked on a pancake that he'd been in the middle of swallowing. Mina slammed her hand on the table repeatedly while fighting to not squeal her head off. Sero being Sero, the brunet just grinned. Jiro's face had reddened to alarming degree because oh wow is that what she thinks it is-?

"AAAAHH!" Katsuki suddenly screams, hands exploding. Due to him doing it a lot of the time, their other classmates barely spared him a glance.

"BRO WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING-" Kaminari shrieked, moving his stuff away in case the explosive teen decided to take it out on them.

"SHUT THE F*CK UP I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING." Katsuki reared up, hands clawed in defense.

"WHA-I- I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING EITHER? DUDE ARE YOU H!GH?"

Mina leaned in close to Jirou. "I don't know for sure but I think that might be his way of dealing with his emotions... Particularly romantic ones."

"Probably." Jirou sweatdropped. "It would have been stranger if he squealed."

"BAKUGOU-KUN PLEASE REFRAIN FROM SUCH BEHAVIOR IT'S EXTREMELY UNBECO-"

"SHUT YOUR F*CKING TRAP GLa$$ES, YOU WANNA D!E?"

All in all it was normal in class 2-A, except for the resident broccoli as he sips his coffee more lovingly than is appropriate, and the internal screaming/swooning of the most tsundere pomeranian to grace the earth.