𝔸 𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕆𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕍.𝟚 💥𝔹𝕜𝔻𝕜💥

Chapter 33

Ok so this revision ended up being WAY longer than I thought it was going to be LOL. A whooping 2k more words.  enjoy the mushiness while it lasts. MUAHAHAHA!

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First Date

Katsuki's eyes slowly fluttered open; his senses gradually stirred him from sleep. The soft afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting a lazy glow across the room. Groaning, he pushed himself upright, rubbing his face roughly to chase away the last remnants of sleep.

His gaze fell on the clock, and he let out a low grunt. He'd slept in way later than usual, thanks to that damn late-night mission that had him out nearly till the crack of dawn. His lips curled into a disapproving scowl; he liked to sleep in but wasting daylight hours wasn't his style.

His sleep-fogged brain slowly registered the absence of a warm body beside him. His scowl deepened as his gaze darted around the room, a low growl of annoyance rumbling in his chest. Fucking hell, where was—His thoughts were interrupted by the delicious scent of food wafting through the air. His stomach growled, and he couldn't help but let out a low growl of his own. Food meant someone was in his kitchen, and considering it was his house, there was only one person that could be.

Pushing aside his irritation in favor of his hunger, Katsuki swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. His muscles rippled beneath his skin as he stretched, making his way towards the kitchen and the delicious smell.

When he entered the kitchen, he leaned against the doorway, eyebrows raised high at the sight before him. Izuku, wearing an apron that clashed hilariously with his wild green hair, was cooking. Katsuki couldn't help but almost snort at the sight. The apron Izuku had on read, "GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN, EXTRA!" in bold, aggressive letters—a stark fucking contrast to Izuku's usual gentle personality. It was so unlike Izuku, the thought of him yelling that at someone was absurdly funny. Katsuki's gaze briefly shifted to the absolute mess in the kitchen. Flour dusted the countertops, a pot was boiling over, and various ingredients were scattered around haphazardly. Seriously, how did the nerd turn a simple task into such a production? It looked like the final scene of twisters in the kitchen. Suppressing a laugh, Katsuki finally let a smirk tug at his lips.

Katsuki's eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched Izuku's freckled face flush from the heat of the stove. Damn idiot, always going overboard. But he had to admit, the sight was kind of endearing. Izuku threw himself into cooking with the same intensity he did everything else. Whether he remembered who he was before or not, he was still the same nerd at heart. Even if it meant the kitchen really did look like an EF-5 tornado had hit it.

Pushing off the doorway, he moved closer, his steps barely making a sound on the wood floor. He wrapped his arms around Izuku's waist before slipping his hands under the hem of his shirt, pulling him up against Katsuki's solid frame. He rested his chin on Izuku's head, feeling the soft hair tickle his jaw.

"Morning, nerd," Katsuki murmured, his voice husky. "You realize cooking doesn't have to look like a fucking natural disaster, right?"

Izuku jumped slightly at the sudden contact, and Katsuki's grin only widened at the response. Warmth bloomed as Izuku leaned back into his hold, his head fitting against Katsuki's chest perfectly. The mingling scent of freshly cooked food and Izuku's clean hair created an oddly comforting atmosphere around them.

"Good morning, Kacchan," Izuku's voice held that affection that still caught Katsuki off-guard sometimes. "I wanted to make sure we had a good start to the day," he added, a blush dusting his cheeks. "You slept in, so I thought I'd handle it for once, but I guess I got a bit carried away."