A Veterans Bunny Boy

15: Going to Work

The morning was not at all going well for Katsuki for a variety of reasons.

While he had woken up comfortable, all he could feel was extreme exhaustion. Izuku was still sleeping on his lap and had crawled further up and practically curled over his parted legs as if to make room for the hybrid. They had gone completely numb when Katsuki attempted to move his toes, but he couldn't find the mind to care when he noticed Izuku was panting abnormally hot breath, the temperature so high that the skin on his leg was sweating. Izuku's face was dampened with his own sweat, letting the curls around his face press against his cheeks like framework and had a deep furrow to his brow.

Izukus fever hadn't gone down one bit, but Katsuki supposes that was to be expected.

With a sigh, he let his hand drop away from Izukus forehead and looked down at the hybrid, seeing him with the blanket bundled up to his chin. And as much as he wanted to sit there and let the boy rest, he was getting hotter by the second and his legs were starting to cramp, little needles prodding at his skin turning into nails trying to drill their way through it to chase away the numbing.

Slowly, he worked his arms around Izuku's balled form and slid him off his lap as he slowly scooted to the side with excruciatingly painful steps, until the boy was off of him completely. Standing hurt, but Katsuki bore through it as he placed Izuku on the discarded pillow. Just as he breathed out in relief that Izuku didn't wake up, his ears picked up on the faintest sound of ceramic clinking together.

There isn't a single ceramic bowl in the house that is of reach to anyone but him.

Taking off into the kitchen with a single slipper, the other lost somewhere under the couch, Katsuki rounded the stairs and into the kitchen to see Yuna standing on a highchair. First and foremost, those chairs spin, and the shake in her legs signified that she was one wrong move away from twisting herself into a pummel, but she seemed completely unbothered from her grip on the cupboard.

The other hand was still reaching for one of her plastic Doramion bowls, which were placed a shelf higher than the ceramic ones Katsuki uses.

"Yuna! For god sakes-" Katsuki rushes around the table, hands reaching around her sides, and pulls her right off the chair when she had started to panic at his sudden presence, almost leading her to fall off if it weren't for her body being thrusted away from the wobbling chair.

Katsuki holds her in the air as he watches the chair give a threatening lean like it would jump and harm his daughter, before placing Yuna down on the counter to balance the chair so it wouldn't bang against his floor. Izuku was still sleeping.

When he deemed the threat to have passed, he relieved a short sigh. And even though his eyes had closed to slow his heart rate, he could feel Yuna shrinking in herself as she sat on the counter.

"What did I say about climbing the counters?" He asks, opening his eyes to look down at Yuna, who had her gaze down to her lap as her feet shuffled. She mumbled under her breath.

"Speak up, I can't hear you when you whisper."

"...To not to do it."

"And?"

"And to ask you- but you were sleeping!" Katsuki sighs, small.

"That doesn't make it ok to climb the damn counters, Yuna. Do you want to crack your skull open?" Katsuki asks as he turns to grab the bowl she was reaching for and closing the cupboard door.

"...no."

"Me neither, so ask me next time you need something." Katsuki turns to put the bowl down on the counter with a loud click of the stone, an eyebrow raised as he gives her a look. She avoids eye contact as she nods.