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TodoDekuBaku - Comfy Cozy

Comfy Cozy – Todoroki x Bakugo x Midoriya

Lee

A/N: I know katsudon is kind of overused in this ship but it's canonically Deku's favorite food and something that I cook particularly well.

Words: 1,196

Shoto Todoroki shuffled around the kitchen, mismatched eyes hyper-focused on the task at hand. He came to a stop before the stove, his left hand grasping the handle of a frying pan, his right wrapped around a spatula. In the pan, two breaded pork slices were nearly cooked. The third sat on a plate beside the stove, requiring its own cooking space as it had been rubbed in different spices than the other two. The rice cooker sat on the stove, steaming pleasantly as its contents simmered along.

Shoto was quiet as he cooked, soft music playing from the radio on the table. His partners were much livelier in the kitchen, and he supposed that he was more enthusiastic when in their company. Alone, however, he was calm, losing himself in his thoughts.

With two pieces done, he set them aside and moved onto the third. The rice cooker had switched itself off, signaling that the rice inside was ready for consumption. Shoto retrieved three bowls from the cupboard and dished the rice evenly into each of them before turning his attention back to the stove.

As he began cooking the eggs, his ears picked up the familiar sound of the front door lock clicking open, signaling that his lovers had returned home. They worked simple patrol shifts today, so he wasn't expecting them home too late. At least, he was hoping they wouldn't work very late. They'd all been extremely busy for past few months, and while he wasn't usually the clingiest or neediest boyfriend, Shoto had been feeling pent-up. He wanted affection from his boyfriends, and he wanted it now.

Hands rested on his hips, and he knew without turning his head who was behind him. Izuku was always one for turning him around and burying his face into Shoto's broad chest. Katsuki preferred to hold him from behind, his chin on Shoto's shoulder, watching him work.

The duo-quirked boy sighed in contentment at the familiar gesture, leaning back into Katsuki's hold. His two-toned eyes remained trained on the food cooking before him, but he tilted his head to the side to allow the blond behind him to pepper kisses along his neck.

"Smells good," Katsuki murmured into his boyfriend's shoulder, and Shoto allowed himself a small smile. Katsuki rarely complimented anyone, including his boyfriends, and he was especially picky when it came to cooking. Praising someone else's food was the highest compliment one could receive from the explosive blond.

"Thank you," Shoto replied. "How was work?"

"Boring," Katsuki sighed. "Deku saved a kitten from a tree. I stopped a little kid from playing in traffic."

"My heroes," Shoto chuckled, earning a groan from the blond behind him.

"Mmm, dinner smells amazing!" came Izuku's cheery voice as the shortest boyfriend entered the kitchen. "Shoto, you spoil us."

The red-and-white-haired boy simply shrugged. "Last night I made Katsuki's favorite. Tonight, I'm making yours. It's nothing special."

"And tomorrow, I'm making yours," Katsuki replied with a cough.

Shoto spun on his heel, turning to face his boyfriend. "Tomorrow? Don't you work?"

The blond grinned. "I got tomorrow off. It's been quiet lately, so they don't think they'll need me on patrol. I'm on call if anything crazy happens, but I doubt it."

"We actually get a day off together tomorrow?" Shoto murmured in disbelief. He couldn't recall the last time that all three of the pro heroes had been home for an entire day together.

"Uh-huh!" Izuku chirped excitedly. Now that the tallest male was facing away from the stove, the green-haired boy was free to lunge at him, securing his arms around Shoto's waist. The scarred boy smiled at the gesture, returning it lovingly before gently shooing the shorter boy away.

"Dinner's almost done," he informed his boyfriends. "Izuku, will you get the bowls?"

Izuku nodded, fetching three bowls from the cabinet and three spoons from the utensil drawer. Katsuki rummaged through the fridge to find three bottles of Ramune, placing them on the table alongside each dish.

Shoto served food to each of them before placing the pans he'd used in the sink to soak. The three heroes sat down to eat, chatting idly about one thing or another until they were done.

"I'll do the dishes before we go to bed," Izuku insisted, taking Shoto's hands in his own when the taller male stood to move towards the sink.

"We've been gone all day," Katsuki reminded. "We want to relax, Half n' Half."

Shoto smiled softly, allowing himself to be led to the living room. Katsuki sat on the couch and tugged Shoto down beside him, draping an arm around his shoulders. The duo-quirked boy sighed softly and snuggled into his side as Izuku fetched the remote and turned on the TV. He flipped through the channels until some old cartoon came on, and he set the remote on the coffee table, taking his place on the couch beside Shoto. He stretched his legs over the arm of the furniture, his head resting on the scarred boy's lap. Shoto's hand absent-mindedly weaved through Izuku's hair, and a noise that sounded suspiciously like a purr emanated from his throat when Katsuki's fingers scratched at his scalp.

"I've missed this," Shoto commented, eyes drooping tiredly.

"So have I," Izuku smiled, turning his head to gaze up at his boyfriends.

Katsuki simply smirked, his hand slipping down to massage Shoto's neck. The red-and-white-haired boy melted under his touch, head dropping forward to offer Katsuki more access. The blond's nimble fingers pressed into every knot in his boyfriend's muscles, rubbing each one away until Shoto was no longer tense.

"Are you tired, Sho?" Izuku questioned, catching the sleepy expression on the older's face.

"No," Shoto murmured, unable to open his eyes or shake his head in protest.

Katsuki and Izuku chuckled in unison, and the shortest boy rose from the couch.

"Take him to bed, Kacchan," he smiled, stretching out his arms. "I'll clean up the kitchen and then join you."

"Don't take forever," the blond ordered, though there was no heat to his words. He lifted Shoto easily into his arms, carrying him bridal style through their small house towards the bedroom.

He gently laid his unconscious boyfriend on their bed, pulling back the covers in order to tuck him in. He stripped out of his work uniform and pulled on a tank top and a pair of sweatpants before rounding the bed to his appropriate side and sliding in beside Shoto. Just as he made himself comfortable beneath the covers, Izuku quietly crept into the room. Smiling at the sight that met him, he peeled off his jumpsuit and pulled on a t-shirt and boxers. He slipped into bed on Shoto's other side, curling against his shoulder and draping an arm across his abdomen. Katsuki slid an arm underneath Shoto's head, allowing the scarred boy to nuzzle into his neck. The blond would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it, though he'd never confess it aloud. His free arm rested across Shoto, his hand intertwining with Izuku's.

"Goodnight, Kacchan," Izuku yawned, closing his eyes.

Katsuki smiled softly, nuzzling into Shoto's hair. "Goodnight, Deku."