Baby Cakes

chapter 3

Katsuki gently took the wrist holding the pillow to his face and moved it away. He fucking knew that voice, that stupid tired ass. Hitoshi Shinso or as he calls him,

“Mind Fuck.”

“Angry Pomeranian.”

“Damn didn’t think those bags could get any worse over the years.”

Izuku dropped the pillow from his fingers and whirled on the purple haired man, “Toshi! You know him!?”

Shinso gave him a bland look, “I choose to unknow a lot of people in my life. This bastard being one of them.” He said blandly to match his stupid face.

He was about to clap back at the mouthy asshole but Izuku lit up like the pure sunshine boy he was. “That means you went to school with Kachan!! You should have told me Hito!”

“Did you not just hear me? I don’t want to know him. At. All.”

“Too. Bad.” Izuku deadpanned before turning back to him with a blinding smile on his plush pink lips, “I’ll deal with him later! What are you doing here, sunshine?”

This fucking cute ball of cotton candy.

“I came to take you out to dinner.”

“Perfect where are we going?”

Katsuki felt his lips curl back over his lips in a snarl, “Fuck off. You ain’t coming!” Before he could pull Izuku into his arms, Shinso wrapped an arm lazily around his shoulder.

A tired grin pulled on his lips and it seriously creeped him out. Hobo much? Fuck, that’s the last person he wanted to think about. “This here is my best friend and with him being my best friend means that you come second to me.” Izuku glanced between them, eyes shining bright green.

“Hitoshi! Don’t be like that!” The shorter man wiggled out of his grip and threw himself at the blonde, arms wrapping themselves around his waist. “Mmm, you smell yummy.” He mumbled and buried his nose into his chest.

Shinso wrinkled his nose in pure disgust, “One second thought, I’m going home because that is too much sappy shit for me to handle.”

Katsuki watched the tired man stroll away from them and wrapped his arms around Izuku shoulders, kissing his forehead, “I was thinking we get some ramen.”

“Yum! I’m down for anything, sugar tits!”

“Don’t fucking call me that.” He growled lightly, pressing one more kiss to his head before guiding him to the elevator. He didn’t mind the nicknames—only from his lips and no one elses—one damn bit. Fuck, his PR was happy, the commission was happy, everyone was happy with his progress and work.

He also never thought he’d like someone clinging to him—or fucking touching him but Izuku made his heart pound in his chest and yet at the same time calm down his inner beast.

Katsuki pulled the black baseball cap from his pocket, placing it over his blonde head of hair and slipped on his sunglasses. The last thing he needed was to be spotted by the press with Izuku hugging him. The damn assholes would never leave either of them alone.

After he took Izuku home when he found him sick as a dog in his apartment, the nerd shared a few things about himself, one of them being his favorite ramen place which was Katsuki’s favorite as well. Toki’s Ramen was the best ramen in the city.

“Table for two please!” Izuku said the second they walked in the door, blinding the host with his bright smile.

“Ah, Midoriya, it’s been a while.” The fushia hair man chuckled, grabbing two menus from the podium.