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Marshmallows- Fluff

Glancing over, Katsuki was rightfully confused.

In the centre of their couch, his legs curled beneath him in a crossed position, Izuku lay with a skewer stick, a long grill lighter and a giant pack of jet puffed marshmallows. He wore one of his raggedy old shirts and loose basketball shorts, fingers deftly opening the plastic bag right over the seam, his teeth gnawing at it for extra measure.

"Should I ask?"

Izuku merely gave a sunshine smile, winking playfully as he watched Katsuki enter through their bedroom, tugging a cropped black hoodie over his head. Padding into the living room, sliding over the wood on his socks, he nearly tripped on the carpet that lay beneath their coffee table.

The television cast a hue of red and blue over them, reflecting into the window which displayed the night sky over Japan with the blinking lights of the buildings and wails of far away sirens. This place seemed to check something off of Izuku's hero complex list when they'd gotten it, being able to oversee the city he protected from high up in their apartment even when off duty.

Sliding into the space beside him, propping his arm up on the armrest he watched him take the marshmallow and slide it down the skewer. Briefly he glanced to the screen to see what was playing, the interview that played being a low hum of voices on its lowest setting in the background.

Stretching his tired limbs, Katsuki whispered. "Izuku?"

"You'll see." He smiled, licking over the marshmallow like a lollipop. Curling his lip in something of a mix of confusion and aversion, Katsuki merely gave a tired laugh through a rippling yawn.

"You say that and every time what I see doesn't make much sense." He stretched his legs out over Izuku's tree-trunk thighs which bulged all the more in their bent, criss-cross position, hanging nearly off of the edge of the couch by his knees. His boyfriends chuckle rumbled through his chest, smile widening around the thick fluff of the fluff between his teeth. Eyes canting to the side, curls draping over the back of the couch, he leaned his head back to reply as he met his gaze.

"Maybe it's cause you're not looking close enough."

"Oh, fuck off." Katsuki snorted, kicking slightly at his inner-thigh, feeling a calloused hand wrap around his ankle and pull his legs more comfortably into his lap. Soothing fingertips traced up the bone of his calf, massaging the slender skin and dragging tiny green sparks over them in what can only be described as playful.

Picking up the lighter and easing back into the couch, he lifted his legs to slide Katsuki's own closer to his body to tell him to stay as he pulled the side down and clicked the lighter on with a low 'hiss' leaving it as he pushed twice before the flame came out. Pulling the marshmallow away from his lips, he murmured. "Look."

Flames licked over the slicked up sugar, causing it to bubble and enlarge as he slowly turned the skewer in turns over the open fire. The red reflected in his emerald eyes, fading out in shadows of orange over his face as he focused on turning the marshmallow around to get the perfect coat of bronzing on all sides.

Then, satisfied, he clicked the lighter off and raised the marshmallow to his mouth, teeth digging into the crisped edges before he pulled at the fluff to make it stretch. Katsuki watched with his teeth digging into his bottom lip to muffle his laughter at Izuku's prideful, elated grin as he held the marshmallow towards him. "Get it now?"

Katsuki leaned in, holding his arm as he nodded in his understanding. He knew Izuku had always liked those damn smores when they used to go camping as kids, able to blow through an entire bag of marshmallows with so much a touch of the chocolate of graham crackers. He loved the puffs of sugar almost abnormally enough on their own, letting them dissolve on his tongue. But heated and melted, crisped around the edges to perfection? He could eat hundreds in one sitting.

Licking sticky sugar off of his lips, he watched Katsuki drag the last half of the amature toasted marshmallow off of the stick with a smile of amusement, eyes sparkling with some sort of fondness at his childish actions.

"God you're such a fucking dork."

"But you love me."

"Yes, that I do. Just don't burn our place down making these damn things."

"Death by marshmallow; imagine the headlines."