For You, With Love

For You

A/N: Happy birthday, Todoroki! I asked what you guys wanted to see to celebrate this lovely day and I was told Todobaku ft. Little Baku and some soft Tododeku. Didn't have time to write two separate ones, so I give you 'soft' TodoDekuBaku ft. Little Katsuki! Just a little bit of domestic fluff! Hope you enjoy!

"What are you up to in there?"

Katsuki giggles from behind the curtain that's so artfully draped across the kitchen entrance, a sign that says 'no daddies allowed' scribbled in blue crayon taped to the front of it that's ultimately meant to keep Shouto from peeking. His curiosity nearly gets the better of him, but he doesn't cave lest he upset his little blond fluff of fury on a day so special.

Well, special to them.

Shouto could care less about his birthday.

In fact, he'd never really felt the need to celebrate it until he came to U.A and was dragged into lifetime friendships by the nape of his neck. No matter how many times he'd told his classmates that it wasn't necessary, they'd still deliver with gifts, hugs and lots of sweets---courtesy of Sato, of course.

It's been three years since they've graduated but every year, Shouto is still celebrated.

It's always something different, he notes---probably upon Katsuki's insistence. He's always been a brilliant, creative  little thing and as such, they would always encourage him.

And luckily for him, they've got the day off. He wonders just how Izuku managed to get their agency to swing it---having their top three rookie heroes all absent in the same day.

Today, he'd woken up to the sound of catchy pop music and Katsuki's squealing laughter.

Upon investigation, he was greeted by a wrinkly sheet and something that smelled absolutely divine.

"We don't know what you mean." Izuku says, mirthful beyond Shouto's curious eyes. Katsuki giggles again and Shouto can't help the way his lips twitch into a fond smile. He rolls his eyes, arms folded over his chest as he obediently stands just outside of the curtain.

"Really? You make it fairly hard to believe you when you use that tone, you know."

"What tone?"

"That one---the one you're using right this second."

"You're imagining things, Sho. Isn't he, baby?"

"Mhm! Daddy's just still sleepy!" Katsuki chimes in, doing a horrible job at stifling his giddy laughter.

It does things to Shouto's heart.

"That's right, sweetie. So daddy should go back to bed and let us finish doing absolutely nothing at all, right?"

"Right!"

Shouto snorts. "That doesn't sound suspicious at all." He says, sardonic. "If you're not doing anything then why can't I come in?"

"Because Papa and I said so!" Katsuki says matter-of-factly, bare feet padding about back and forth on the kitchen tile. Shouto hears the flaxen blonde yelp, followed by the jarring sound of metal pans crashing onto the floor and Izuku's breath catching in his throat. He nearly volts forward out of sheer instinct but---

"It's okay, Shouto, I've got him."

He relaxes a bit, a sigh of relief huffing past his lips. He can make out the distinctive sound of Izuku fussing over him beyond the curtain.

"You have to be careful, honey, okay? You could have hurt yourself if I wasn't fast enough to catch you. No more running."

"But we have to finish the surprise!" Katsuki whispers harshly, trying to be heard over the music. Izuku chuckles.