Pervert Academy

Spit-Shined! (Part 2)

part two man. Long time coming. Took 8 rewrites. Whoops.
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After his abrupt dismissal two days ago, Izuku was more than apprehensive to return to Katsuki's high rise flat. Riding the elevator in the morning was breathtaking- all of it glass, giving a spectacular view of the city as he climbed the height of the building. Skyline filled with skyscrapers and streets below filled with the ever-flowing traffic and bustling sidewalks.

This microcosm never ceased to awe him, appreciative and terrified of how small he really was in the scheme of things.

The small existential horror unraveling in Izuku's mind quickly furled as the elevator door opened behind him into the hallway to Katsuki's. He took a deep breath in mental preparation and gripped his bucket handle tightly.

It wasn't bad during the day. The flat was his to scrub and disinfect for hours until he had to worry about cooking. Quiet didn't bother him while cleaning, all he needed was the motions and his supplies to survive a day at the awe-inspiring Bakugou Katsuki's abode.

Before he could fumble with his keys to open the door, it opened. "O-oh! Good morning Master Bakugou!"

"What's so good about it?" Katsuki retorted, bedheaded while still in his boxers and socks. "I'm off today, so just... work around me or something."

He moved out of the doorway, and Izuku made his way inside waiting for Katsuki to settle down. Didn't want to end up in the same room, after all, Izuku knew how much disdain Bakugou had for him.

Instead, Katsuki stood to the side and waited expectantly for Izuku.

"Y-you don't have to worry about me! I've been doing this job for a while now unless you're unhappy with something?" Izuku asked in his Customer Service voice obviously weirded out and uncomfortable.

Smirking, then pursing his lips, Katsuki replied,"I'm unhappy that you're standing in my doorway while I'm paying you. I'm the one who makes money by standing around. Move it, cabbage head."

Izuku moved into the kitchen, nervously glancing over his shoulder. Katsuki hadn't... acted like this before. It was nerve-wracking. He even followed behind Izuku, who stopped again- unsure of the whole situation.

"Can't a guy get into his own fucking kitchen? Just get to it, Deku," he sneered, a bit of normalcy Izuku welcomed.

A bit thrown off, but generally, on track, Izuku started to disinfect the island counter. He moved all of the decorative pieces and magazines- Katsuki plastered on the covers- and started to wipe it down with his industrial-grade cleanser. Even Izuku himself thought it a bit much, Katsuki demanded it.

Once wiped and decorations secured, Izuku moved onto the kitchen counters- his favorite part of the flat. The beautiful marble counters were lost on Katsuki, since he didn't cook, nor did he care to learn. The stove was of similar quality- top of the line, professional grade. It was almost too much the first time Izuku cooked for him.

As he cleaned, Izuku's face burned in memory of what had happened only a few days ago. He swore he could still taste the burger grease. It was absolutely ridiculous, but there was no other way to pay for his mother's bills.

"Could you make something for breakfast? I'll make sure to add it to your check this week," Katsuki asked- actually asking? It rubbed Izuku the wrong way, but he nodded obediently.
"What... would you like?"
"Anything. I'm pretty hungry right now, so something quick." Hungry for what exactly?! His eyes had been predatory the whole time Izuku had been here!
"Does an omelet and rice sound good?" Izuku asked, to which Katsuki thankfully nodded. Phew. That was easy enough.
Rice! Easy. He poured a cup of rice into the rice cooker, along with some water, and turned it on. Now for the slightly harder part.
Celery, ham, peppers, broccoli... Izuku pulled out everything in the fridge that sounded appetizing and chopped them up. Now onto phase three.
Pulling out a pan, he greased it up with butter and started up the burners. He cracked four eggs- knowing the ravenous appetite he was feeding- and started to whisk. After a few seconds, he grabbed some milk and dashed it in, along with a shake of salt and pepper. The fillings followed, being folded into the quickly cooking