I Will Always Love You

How Many Condoms Did The Blonde Need?

Izuku ran to the elevator, he'd wanted to be back home before lunchtime but everything had taken longer than he'd expected. He'd found some different hotels that were willing to match pricing, but Shoji had been stubborn, refusing at first, Izuku had argued with him until he let him switch. He needed to talk to Mr. Aizawa about that, Midnight always gave him free rein with his tours.

Jumping on the elevator, he realized he wouldn't be managing another tour for them, he didn't need to talk to him.

Izuku leaned back on the wall of the car watching the numbers light up, he'd been excited to go home just yesterday, suddenly now the thought was making him sad. Shaking it off, he forced himself to smile, this was only temporary.

"Hey," Shinso sat down on a barstool at the island, "what's all this?"

Kiri and Sero were already shoving waffles into their faces. "Food!" They both muffled with full mouths. The island had a mound of waffles and bacon stacked on plates, everything had been carefully covered with kitchen towels. "Looks like Izuku likes waffles," Sero poured more syrup on the waffles and bacon.

"Fine by me, how long is he going to be our manager?"

"Until the tour is over," Katsuki walked into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he pulled out some eggs.

"Fuck, you scared me," Shinso dropped his fork. "Make some damn noise walking around here." He stacked up a couple of waffles. "Did you work out already?" He noticed his blonde hair was wet.

"Yeah, just got back, did you see the board?" He nodded towards a dry erase board sitting against the wall by the island. The three men peered at the board covered in writing.

"Is that a schedule?" Shinso laughed, his brows arched. Standing up he looked at the time slots. "I'm guessing our manager did this?" He pointed to the board.

Katsuki cooked his egg and nodded, "I'm guessing so."

"Does he think we're kids?" Shinso laughed, at the top Izuku had written PV Schedule. "What a dope."

Katsuki clicked his tongue, "dope or not, he slotted us studio time later today, which we need. Things have been a little loose on those new songs."

"Another band meeting and, fuck me, shopping? What's that?"

"Not sure," Katsuki flipped his egg on the plate.

The door opened up, Izuku came around the corner. "Oh," he smiled, "I didn't expect to see everyone here." He looked at the plates of waffles, "I was coming back to make lunch."

"We tend to sleep late," Kiri chewed on a piece of bacon, "this works as lunch."

"Good, I'm glad you're all here, I have a few things I need to ask you." Coming into the kitchen, he set down his stuff.

"Are you for real on the board?" Shinso tilted his head towards the wall.

"I am," Izuku looked at Shinso, "if you don't want to do something, I'm not going to force you, but we have a week until your sold-out tour starts," he unzipped his backpack slowly. "I want to do everything I can for you to do well." His eyes glinted challengingly at the singer. Kacchan chuckled as he reached for some bacon. Shinso flicked an annoyed look at Izuku then turned to glare at the blonde. Izuku opened his folder, "as you know I managed kids before, so everything had to be regimented. I know you're not kids, but it's the way I work. If you don't like something, just tell me and I'll change."

"What's shopping?" Sero pushed his plate away patting his stomach.

"I need to get food and stuff for the tour bus and travel. Sometimes the kids wanted to go with me in case they saw something not on the list." Izuku shrugged, "you don't have to come, but it's easier to get what you want."