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○Chapter 16○

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(Izuku and Todoroki's Bathroom ----->)

Izuku

As most mornings went I awoke with an urge to sleep until I almost died of dehydration. Unfortunately, like every other morning of my life, I ended up stumbling out of bed, heading towards the kitchen for a glass of water, and once finished with said glass, I go and start my morning routine. My legs move sluggishly and it seems my body is weighing me down to the ground. The quiet scarpings from the plastic bottoms of my slippers leave small scuffs on the floor, but I'm too exhausted to care at this hour.

Grabbing my toothbrush, I do the usual oral hygiene, hop in the shower, change into some burgundy sweats from the back of my closet that had been long forgotten until last night, and an oversized Nirvana shirt that was an old Christmas present. After giving my hair way too much thought, I leave it to its usual style and head out towards the kitchen. Once I pass the living room, I rub my eyes tiredly and am met with Todoroki preparing the both of us a proper breakfast.

These days, he's seemed to have taken a liking to cooking meals in our newfound free time. Not that I can complain, he's proven to be quite an excellent cook. Before when we had to work at the office, we were always in a hurry and if we got breakfast, it was something fast or simple. Usually a previously frozen breakfast sandwich, coffee, and yogurt, or just a banana. He doesn't make everything, he's still getting the gist of basic things. But he mainly focuses on brunch and breakfast items. His specialty so far has proven to be his crepes. Just the thought of them has my mouth-watering.

He doesn't notice my presence, so I walk by him, give him a curt greeting, and pull out an ancient juicer from the back of the cupboard. Rei had gifted it to Todoroki when we first moved into this place, and she made him promise he would use it. Of course, he agreed, but that was soon forgotten. Not that he's the only one to blame. We are just in our early twenties, and before this and our convenient proximity to local restaurants, we spent most of our meals sitting in the living room, eating out of a cheap styrofoam box.

Looking at the dust particles, and their unused state pityingly, I give it a nice wash and plug the thing in next to the stainless steel toaster. I turned towards the island, grabbing a few oranges from the fruit bowl, that was new, and began the process. At first, I was perplexed, but after carefully reading the manual for the seventh time, I got the gist of it and got to work. Soon we found ourselves seated at the island. Our plates consisted of warm, freshly made biscuit, and a steamingly warm gravy with delicious and juicy bits of sausage. Then we said our thanks and dug in.

"!!!"

"What? Is something wrong with the food Midoriya?"

"No! Holy crap Todoroki! You're a breakfast genius!"

His face flamed red, and I couldn't help but let a small chuckle slip past my lips. Todoroki wasn't accustomed to comments or compliments, so it was understandable that he seemed shy whenever he received such praise. Yes, we grew up in a loving home, and both of our mothers' were wonderful. Yet, there was a lack of affection from certain areas. We lived in a somewhat mixed neighborhood. But our house was on the further end of the street, mostly consisting of white families, and some mixed of Asian-American. But on our block, we were the only Asian family.