Mha fluff/angst oneshots

☁️ platonic bakudeku ☁️

Third person:

Izuku sat on the couch, reading a book with his reading glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. The sun was just beginning to set, the afternoon being quiet in his apartment, the rest of the people who lived there off at their agencies. Despite not being in the hero course, Izuku got into UA through general studies. He may have had no quirk, but his wit and ability to learn was well enough to convince the principal. Now he is a writer, writes fictional novels and has two best sellers out. He got to know the hero course students, unfortunately already knowing one of them. Katsuki used to be angry that Izuku was still in the vicinity of him, but he mellowed out over the years. Shinsou quickly became his best friend, even though he eventually got moved up to the hero course. After they graduated, Shinsou, kirishima, Izuku and bakugu all decided to share an apartment for convenience and it stuck.

He enjoyed the peace and quiet, relaxing from the chaos of the mornings, usually consisting of Katsuki screaming at someone for doing something wrong. Today, it was him. He smiled at the memory.

"DEKU! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF YOUR ROOM RIGHT NOW!" Katsuki yelled loudly from the kitchen. Izuku stumbled his way out of his blankets, crashing into the wall of the hallway before running out into the kitchen, panic strewing in his chest. "YOU FUCKED UP THE DISHES!" Katsuki yelled as he threw a dishrag onto the open dishwasher. "W-what?" He stammered out. "YOU FUCKED IT UP!" Katsuki said to clarify, but, in fact, did not clarify. "I- what did I do Kacchan?" Izuku asked innocently. He was quiet used to these outbursts, connecting the dots that Katsuki most likely had some sort of undiagnosed OCD, so he did his best to accommodate.

"THEY'RE ALL DIRTY BC YOU PUT THE BOWLS ON THE RIGHT INSTEAD OF THE LEFT SIDE LIKE I TOLD YOU TO!" He screamed, chest heaving. "It's okay Kacchan! They still washed the same!" Izuku tried to defend. "NO! IT DOESNT WASH THE SAME! NOW FOR A PUNISHMENT YOU ARE HAND WASHING EVERY SINGLE DISH IN HERE TWICE!" Izuku could see the way Katsuki's hands trembled, signaling he was serious about this. Izuku smiled softly. "How about once, okay Kacchan? I'll wash em, but once. Okay?" Izuku wanted to mediate the anxiety he knew his friend was feeling, but he also wanted to show that they didn't need to be washed twice. That it would be okay. "You can watch me do it, too. So we can make sure they're really clean. Yeah?" Izuku offered. Katsuki looked at the dishes and then back to Izuku. He grabbed the rag and nodded sternly, silently. Izuku nodded back and gently grabbed the rag off the dishes on the rack. Katsuki stepped away from the sink and watched as Izuku washed the dishes carefully. "Can you do that one again?" Katsuki would occasionally ask, his fingers twitching from wanting to fix whatever he saw was wrong. "Of course, Kacchan," Izuku would say to his friend.

Once they were done, Izuku sat with Katsuki at the dining table. "Do you feel better?" He asked. Katsuki rolled his eyes before nodding softly. "Thanks, or whatever. Sorry for yelling," he muttered grouchily. Izuku giggled and shook his head. "It's okay, I understand. Next time, when you feel that way, take deep breaths," Izuku suggested. "Sometimes breaths don't work!" Katsuki snapped before pursing his lips and leaning further into his chair. "And when it doesn't, take a step away from the situation! And if it still doesn't work, try talking your feelings out before you blow up. I'll try to remember which side to put the bowls on next time, but you know I get my lefts and rights confused. So, we both have to accommodate and compromise, just like we did today!" He said happily. Katsuki nodded before getting up. "Imma shower, see ya," he said before he walked off. Izuku snickered to himself before he went back to his room.

As his flashback ended, he realized he went two pages in his book without actually processing the words he read. He sighed and shut the book, setting it beside him. He was just about to stand up when kirishima and bakugo walked into the apartment. "Hey loser," bakugo said with a confident smirk. Izuku raised a brow before kirishima playfully shoved his shoulder. "He took down a villain with no casualties today, so his ego is through the roof," kirishima said with struggle as Katsuki was now wrestling him. "MY EGO IS JUST FINE!" Katsuki screamed. Izuku giggled and rolled his eyes. "You guys are weirdos. And I was just enjoying the peace and quiet too," Izuku said playfully. "SHUT UP BEFORE I BLAST YOUR ASS INTO NEXT WEEK!" Katsuki yelled. "Case and point," Izuku muttered before going into the kitchen. "What do you guys want for dinner?" Izuku asked. "AS IF I'D LET YOU COOK. WEVE HAD THIS APARTMENT FOR 3 YEARS NOW, NOT LETTING YOU FUCK THAT UP FOR US BY SETTING IT ON FIRE!" Katsuki screamed as he quickly got off kirishima and ran into the kitchen. Izuku giggled. "I can cook just fine! As long as it doesn't require the stove-," Izuku said sheepishly. "Yeah, no move nerd," Katsuki shouldered Izuku softly. Izuku laughed and leaned against the counter. "I'll help cut the vegetables," he offered. "If you get blood in my food, imma kill you," Katsuki threatened. "I won't! Also, do you know when Shinsou gets home? I wanna talk to him about the book he lent me," Izuku asked. "As if I'd know. His schedule is always all sorts of fucked up," Katsuki said. "Well, I need to tell SOMEONE. Can I tell you?" He asked. Katsuki looked down at Izuku to see him bouncing in excitement. "Tch- fine.." he grumbled before grabbing the cutting board. Izuku started telling him about the plot, and about the strange romantic tendencies that happened in that book, and Katsuki listened, even though he pretended not to. "Isn't that crazy Kacchan?! A gun? Why is Shinsou reading this! Let alone thinking I'd enjoy that!" Izuku said dramatically. Katsuki snorted. "A gun? How would that even be comfortable? Or pleasureable? Dark romance is weird," Katsuki interjected. "Shinsou is weird," Izuku grumbled. "You're not much better, dork," Katsuki said with a smirk as he stirred the veggies in the pan, it sizzling quietly. "Kacchannn!" Izuku whined.

Despite their past, they became close friends, and Izuku could not be happier living with him and his other friends. The chaos and all, Izuku loved it dearly.