Two to One (Katsuki Bakugou x Reader x Izuku Midoriya)

Chapter 13: Default Dance

Deku never smiled as much as he did on television.

Izuku came down with a hearty fever within the first two nights of (Y/n) officially moving in.

Katsuki was quick to point his finger at her, blaming her for bringing her city germs into the house, but Izuku insisted one of his high school interns was coughing in his office a few days prior. Regardless, Katsuki kept his distance from both of them.

In the few hours he was awake, Izuku worked from home, sending reports to his agency secretaries and signing off on investigation collaborations. He slept most of the day otherwise, leaving (Y/n) alone in the spacious house.

All of her personal belongings were relocated to the new house, but it'd been an overwhelming feat to unpack most of the boxes – not that she had that many to begin with. Still, it gnawed at her how final this all seemed. She couldn't help but feel like she jumped the gun a little too quickly when she saw the face her RA gave her when they exchanged lease documentation.

She'd never lived with any of her previous partners before. What would she tell Hana if she wanted to come over to hang out? Would Deku or Katsuki even be okay with her having guests at all? The last time she recalled needing approval for friends visiting was when she lived with her parents.

Her frown tightened as she performed the next dance move of Rich Girl by Gwen Stefani. She remained sour even as the TV screen dinged, signifying a perfect score.

Izuku groaned into the pillow, hearing the music travel up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Even with the door closed, it grew harder and harder for him to block out the nasally 'Nana na na na na's, the ache in his head pulsing with each beat, right behind his forehead. He texted (Y/n) a few minutes ago to turn the TV down, but she must not have seen it. He supposed this was his cue to get up.

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Izuku – slowly, with no urgency about him – made his way to the kitchen. His cold was getting worse, but he didn't want to worry Katsuki or (Y/n). He glanced at (Y/n) in the living room once he reached the bottom of the stairs, and on a normal day, his interest would've piqued to see her playing Just Dance.

However, today was not that day.

He turned and continued to the kitchen.

Izuku's eyes could hardly stay open as he made himself a cup of peppermint tea, adding some honey for his throat. He took his time with it. Why not, right? Gwen Stefani was serenading him.

Deku never smiled as much as he did on television. That was one of the first things (Y/n) noticed when she moved in.

'If I was a rich girl, nana na na na na–,'

(Y/n) was completely enthralled in the game, but once she turned around for a spin, she locked eyes with Izuku, who was leaning against the wall with his cup of tea.

"EE-eezuku!" She covered her mouth to conceal the tail end of her yelp before scrambling to finally turn off that damn game. "How long–?"

"Did you get my text?" Izuku cut (Y/n) off more harshly than intended, which took her by surprise. He's never the one to do that. Izuku noticed his slip-up as quickly as she did, and he took a sip of his tea, glancing at the floor.

"No, I left my phone upstairs. What did it say?" (Y/n)'s voice was soft, worried that she missed something important. Izuku shifted his weight, his reply just as soft as hers, much gentler than his previous interruption.

"I was just trying to sleep," his gaze flickered to the TV hanging on the wall behind her. (Y/n) got the hint.

"Oh... I'm sorry."