DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA. ALL CREDIT GOES TO HORIKOSHI KOUHEI-SENSEI. I ONLY OWN THE PLOT OF THIS STORY.
So here is the chapter. And from the title I guess most of you can already tell what that means. I had always intended for this story to be a short one. So now it has come to an end. Though I might change my mind, and make a sequel. Maybe? I don't know yet.
So at one part of typing this, I kind of felt like crying a bit.
Anyways, sorry for any bad spelling or grammar errors. Or if it just doesn't make sense.
Enjoy.
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Katsuki and Izuku had spent the entire night huddled together on the sofa. Though they had both been forced to get up and put on their shirts, because it had begun to get cold. But then ended up falling asleep again.
Once morning came, Izuku found himself alone on the sofa. There was no sign of Katsuki around.
"Kaachan?" Izuku called out groggily rubbing away sleep from his eyes as he got up from the sofa to go in search of said person.
It didn't take him long to fin him.
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He had been trying to be as quiet as possible with what he was currently doing.
He had woken up early, and decided that it would be best to make some breakfast for both of them. And also because he was hungry, so that was more reason to make something to eat. Even though it was barely five in the morning, he was hungry.
As best as he could, he tried to be as quiet as he could in the kitchen. He didn't want to make much of a ruckus and end up waking up Izuku. But since the place was relatively small size, so that was a challenge. And it was a challenge he was up to take. Nothing would get in his way. And if Izuku woke up due to the noise, then so be it.
But, he hadn't been expecting for Izuku to wake up so soon. While he was barely starting to pull out the eggs from the refrigerator, he heard Izuku's voice.
"kaachan?" The voice was slurred, heavy with sleep.
Katsuki sighed, but said nothing and continued to do what he was going to do. Not long after he heard Izuku's voice, Izuku walked into the kitchen.
"What are you doing?"
Katsuki turned to look at the small teen, "Breakfast." Was all he said before turning back around to his task.
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He had always been pretty good at cooking. Something he was proud of, since that was something else that he was great at.
The same can't be said for Izuku. He isn't the best at cooking. If he were to make an omelet, then you better be prepared to chew on some crunchy egg shells. Or have it a little bit (maybe a lot) salty omelet. Or maybe end up with something burned. But there were some things he was okay enough with making. And that was miso soup. His mother had tried teaching him a few times how to cook something simple, and the only thing that stuck well with him was miso soup.
Once the food had been prepared, plated, and set on the table, Izuku couldn't help but look at the food in front of him.
He was amazed at how prefect it looked. Perfect color. Not overly cooked, nor under cooked.
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