Pervert Academy

Spit-Shined (p1!)

"I want this place looking spotless," a voice boomed, causing Izuku to drop his supply bucket. "Show me that it was wise of me to give such a useless fuck a decent job."

"Yes, Master Bakugou," Izuku bowed his head a moment, only hearing a door slam in response. What a drama queen. He was left in the huge apartment on his own; obviously a model of Katsuki's prestige would have an expensive taste.

Picking up his supply bucket, Izuku sighed. The place was always spotless, making his job a joke. He wanted to go to school full time , he wanted to date girls and work part-time. Instead he was stuck with part-time student, part time maid, and part-time caretaker.
Katsuki even made him wear a uniform; a white dress shirt with khakis. At least it wasn't a dress, but Izuku wouldn't put it past the sadist he worked for.

It wasn't bad, however. It was a light job that didn't require a lot of energy or muscle, which was well suited for Izuku- even after losing some of his baby fat, he never did shape up like Katsuki had.

Hours of lemon wipes and bleach burned his nostrils, fingertips sore from scrubbing, the apartment was up to a Bakugou certified standard; spotless and vacant. Izuku spent more time cleaning and cooking than Katsuki  did in his home- sans bedroom.

Regardless, first half of his day was finished. Now it was time to prepare dinner. Thankfully, he'd payed attention to his mother's cooking, able to replicate her recipes. Katsuki had left him a simple request- hamburgers... homemade of course. Someone who lived in an apartment looking over the city skyline didn't buy frozen mini patties and pack them in their bento.

Getting out the ingredients was easy enough, eggs, meat, salt, flour, etc, etc.. Izuku didn't mind getting his hands dirty, mixing together the raw meat, eggs, and spices, he mixed it until it was a perfect mash.

At least he wasn't making sushi tonight, Izuku shivered, remembering how Katsuki had chewed him out for how bland they tasted. Then for good measure, ate them dunked in wasabi.

Once the meat was in there patted into patties, they were cooked on the stove. He'd made about seven, knowing Katsuki's appetite- and hoping to snag one for himself before his boss got home.
The burgers sizzled, grease popping! It was a nostalgic symphony, Ms. Midoriya was the one who always cooked. Izuku remembered tugging on her apron, begging to watch her cook. It was mesmerizing to watch her memorized movements, and quickly, they turned into his own. She hasn't made dinner in a long time.
Izuku drooled as he flipped the burgers. One couldn't hurt, right? They'd all finished cooking and cooking before Katsuki arrived home.

Indulging himself, he took a bite of one of the patties and wanted to pat himself on the back. It was delicious! He managed to remember the recipe perfectly.
"Enjoying my dinner, Deku?" A voice cut through the comfortable silence like a knife.

Caught like a deer in the headlights, Izuku was holding the patty, bunless, in his hands. "I was making sure they were done," he lied. His stomach growled only to dig his grave deeper. When backing up instinctively, a greasy hand touched the spotless countertops. "I-I'm so sorry, I'll promise I'll clean it right away!" Holding the patty in his non-offending hand, Izuku looked for the paper towels before Katsuki scared him again.

"Lick it clean." A demand- not a suggestion.
"What?!"
"I said, lick it. When I hired you I thought you were only an idiot. Are you deaf too?" Katsuki retorted, grinning smugly, this power play being his favorite part of having people work for him.

Izuku looked back unsure, but did as he was told. He backed away from the counter, only to bend over, face against its surface. Licking the grease away from the counter, all the while feeling completely humiliated.
Katsuki, however, hatched another idea of how Izuku could pay off his debts. "Now, when you're done being a fucking animal, I suggest you serve me my dinner."