Cookie Crumbs · dkbk/bkdk

Closet Space - Fluff, drabble

Years ago, Katsuki had invited Izuku over to his house for a sleepover.

And you'd like to think this was when they were children, but oh no, it was when they were adolescents. Quickly after the war, they found themselves struggling to come to grips with all of what had happened, realizing just how the events that had transpired had impacted their childish youth.

They were only sixteen, barely at the cusp of seventeen.

And.. well they just became friends again. This triggered old memories, they wanted to be kids again so, during a break between studies, in the fall right before halloween, Katsuki invited Izuku over.

"Shh." He hissed, the two of them on their tiptoes, creeping around Katsuki's large room to begin padding things along his closet floor. They laid down fluffy blankets and pillows, pushing aside the racks of clothes for a space in the corner to put their snacks. And in the middle lay a laptop. They were currently trying to transport Katsuki's old, star-shaped light inside, Izuku kneeling and palming along the wall for the plug.

"Sorry! It won't go in." Katsuki snickered. "Oh hush, Kacchan." Yet he laughed as well, struggling to find the slot. Their movements and the shifting of their muscled weight added further creaking to the floor. Previously they had crept downstairs to make ramen, giggling and pushing at each other's arms, nearly jumping out of their skin at every movement of the shadows or near drops of spoons on the floor. They caught the kettle right before it screeched to pour water into their instant noodles before speed walking upstairs, taking two at a time.

They were old enough, of course, that Katsuki's parents wouldn't mind per se but they still had to be careful, plus there was something amusing about this moment being between them. That, when his parents woke up, they'd have no idea that they didn't just sleep like they said they would.

Suddenly, light cascaded off of the tiny lamp in Katsuki's hands and they both whispered a soft cheer of "Yes!" before shushing each other with even more chuckles and snorts. Then, moving quickly, Katsuki placed the lamp in the corner of the room, tucking the wire beneath the door and tugging Izuku in behind him before closing the door.

And there, in the dimness of the closet space, they breathed.

They had set up a tiny little space, cozy with the blankets and pillows lining every surface of the floor and the heady, sugary musk of Katsuki's scent roaming around them from his clothe hanging off of the metal rod ahead. The shards of stars from the lamp licked up the bare walls, a stark contrast of the room outside which was all cool tones and gentle colours that eased the mind.

Once the door had closed, all had gone silent. The running of the dishwasher, the rush of rain from outside, the whir of the heating and vents. All went mute, leaving with it just their breathing and tiny laughs as their noses brushed, hands skimming arms and soft words of 'finally' leaving them as they kneeled down to the floor and felt over the fuzzy blankets.

Izuku scurried into one corner, pulling his childhood friend up until he was tucked into his side, the two sitting and pulling the laptop up over both their knees. Pressing the space bar, a movie played as they grabbed their snacks and cuddled up.

"With this... with this candle I will-"

In the closet space, at midnight, on a random autumn evening, they rest together. Like children, hiding from their parents at a sleepover, watching a movie. Cozy. Together. Safe.

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(I'm totally not chilling like this in my closet after writing this, totally not.)