"No, I'll definitely be in tomorrow," Izuku said, struggling to ignore the constant itching that only seemed to be getting worse with every passing minute.
"Do you want me to double check the supplies for the kid's craft group?" Tsuyu, a volunteer who was covering for him at the library, asked, as Izuku shifted the phone to his other ear so that he could bend down and take a peek in the oven to make sure the cookies were baking evenly.
"We should have everything but the glitter. Koji is supposed to drop that off along with the glue tomorrow so we'll be all set by Thursday morning. Besides," he said, pausing to shut off the oven timer and don a pair of sturdy oven mittens, quickly pulling out the hot cookie sheets from the oven and replacing them with the pans he'd had sitting on the kitchen table,
"We're shutting the library down for the summer. I'd rather use up everything that we already have so that we don't have to worry about finding a place to store it."
"That's what I figured," Tsuyu said as Izuku carefully placed the hot pans on the counter to cool.
"Could you please tell Mr. Yamada that I'm working from home today?" he asked, once again thankful that he had a job that allowed him to work from home when needed.
And today, he definitely needed to work from home.
Actually, what he really needed to do was go to the hospital and have these frightening hives or boils or whatever they were, looked at.
But at the moment, he didn't have health insurance. Then again, if it got any worse, he wasn't going to have much of a choice in the matter.
He'd have to suck it up, go down to the walk-in clinic and agree to a payment plan that he couldn't afford, which of course was the reason why he'd been cooking ever since the jerk across the hallway had dropped him off.
He mused as he looked around the kitchen overrun with cakes, brownies, cookies, breads, and casseroles.
His refrigerator was already overflowing with food and he had absolutely no idea what he was going to do with all of it.
He'd tried calling the guys, hoping they'd come relieve him of some of this food, but for some strange reason, none of them were answering their phones.
He'd briefly considered packing all the food in the car and bringing it down to the police station, but he'd quickly dismissed that idea.
He really wasn't in the mood to explain why he looked like he had the plague.
"He already knows and he said that was fine. I hope you feel better, Deku."
"Thank you, Tsu. I'll see you tomorrow."
He hoped he would at least. But as he hung up the phone and contemplated jumping under a hot shower, again, he wasn't so sure.
Trying to ignore the mindless need to itch every last square inch of his body, he picked up his spatula and began the task of removing the cookies when there was a knock at the front door.
Sighing with relief, and hoping that he could talk whoever it was at the door into running to the pharmacy and buy him some calamine lotion, he quickly headed to the door and opened it, only to frown in confusion when he met the curious gazes of two incredibly handsome men.
The youngest one looked down at him, looking a little lost while the older man- an incredibly handsome older man that looked vaguely familiar- grinned hugely down at him.
"Tinkerbelle?" the younger man said, sounding unsure as he turned to glare up at him.
Izuku opened his mouth to give the stranger a piece of his mind when both men tilted their heads, sniffed the air and, he was pretty sure- groaned in ecstasy.
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Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)
FanfictionIzuku Midoriya needed to man up. He needed to man up and ask for help. But equipped with shame and pride, he refused to seek any form of support, not even from his own father. He's okay and he's getting by. Well, he really hope so, as he continue t...
