#twinstarsiesfics

[twinstarsies]

no quirks au, fluff, crackfic

It's an innocuous Tuesday afternoon when Katsuki says, "We should get married."

Izuku blinks as he processes the words, turning down the volume on the tv. He hangs his head over the arm of the couch to look at his roommate. Katsuki is stirring something in a pot on the stove.

"Oh, are you thinking of proposing to Hanta?" he asks. "That's great, Kacchan!"

"What? No." Katsuki scowls. "Why the fuck would I be proposing to him?"

Izuku furrows his brow in confusion. "Because… you're dating him?"

"I sure as fuck am not."

"Then…?" Izuku is completely lost. "But you spend a lot of time with him!"

"Deku. I hang with him to smoke and get high. That's it." Katsuki turns down the heat on whatever it is he's making and turns to face Izuku, crossing his arms. "Besides, he's been pining for Prince Icemelt for years now."

"Ah." Izuku had wondered about that. He hadn't wanted to say anything because Katsuki is his best friend and his happiness is more important to Izuku than just about anything, but he'd been sure Hanta and Shouto were carrying torches for each other.

Turns out he was correct.

Anyway. If Katsuki isn't dating Hanta, and therefore not thinking about proposing to him, Izuku is right back to where he started in his confusion.

"So if you're not proposing to Hanta," he asks, "then who were you talking about?"

Katsuki runs a hand over his face with a sigh. "I was talking to you, you idiot," he says, and Izuku feels his heart skip a beat. "We should get married."

"But…" Izuku still doesn't understand. He feels like he's missing something. A step or two in the development of where they are as roommates to spouses. "Why?"

Not that he doesn't want to marry Katsuki! In fact, if Izuku were held at gunpoint and asked who he'd be happy to spend the rest of his life in happily wedded bliss with, Katsuki would be his immediate answer.

Hm. Maybe Katsuki is onto something here.

"Why not?" Katsuki throws back. He goes back to the food. "We've known each other forever, we live together, and there's really no one else I can see myself spending the rest of my life with.

"Plus," he adds, "you'd look good with my ring on your finger. And my last name."

"Izuku Bakugou," Izuku murmurs aloud, tasting it. It does have a nice ring to it. "I could get used to that."

"So is that a yes, nerd?" Katsuki grins at him.

Izuku pretends to think about it, getting up from the couch and padding over to wrap his arms around Katsuki's waist.

"Hm, I don't know, Kacchan." He stands on his tiptoes to hook his chin over Katsuki's shoulder. "We aren't even dating."

"We basically are," Katsuki argues, and if Izuku thinks about it—living together, going out together, taking care of each other—he can't refute it.

"Does that mean i'd get to kiss you?" Izuku asks, eyes tracing the sharp line of Katsuki's jaw to his mouth. He wonders if it's as soft as it looks, plush and peachy.

Katsuki turns his head, and Izuku finds out that yes. yes it is.

"So? How about it, Freckles?" Katsuki asks, turning back to the food like he hadn't just kissed Izuku like it was something they'd been doing for years. "You wanna marry me or not?"

Izuku hugs him tighter and tucks his face into the crook of Katsuki's neck, inhaling the spicy scent of his cologne. It smells like comfort, and home, and he thinks there was never any other answer.

"Yeah, Kacchan," he says. "I think I wanna marry you."

[twinstarsies]

no quirks au, meet cute (ish), implied stalking (not bkdk)

Katsuki is standing in the store debating the merits of picking up the shitty coffee Hitoshi drinks or making the fucker get it himself with his own money when a hand slips into his seemingly out of nowhere.

"The fu—"

He looks over to see bright green eyes surrounded by freckles and a wide smile that makes his knees go a little weak. The man gives his hand a squeeze and leans into his side, and Katsuki gets a whiff of warm cologne and spearmint.

"Ah, Kacchan! There you are!" he says brightly. It's followed immediately by a low, "My name is Izuku, I'm being stalked, and your resting bitch face is absolutely terrifying. Please just go with it."

Chalk it up to his knee jerk response to a challenge being to kick its ass, or maybe his innate rage at people who choose to be assholes, but Katsuki shuts his mouth and doesn't question it further. He slips his hand from the one holding it and instead wraps it around the stranger's—Izuku's—waist, turning his head to nose at soft curls as he makes a discreet sweep with his eyes.

And there—at the end of the aisle is a skeevy-looking guy that looks like he hasn't left his mom's basement in at least five years. His beady eyes are trained on Izuku pressing close into Katsuki's side, and his skin crawls at the hunger he sees in them: dark and possessive, and not in a fun way.

His arm curls tighter around him. "I think we need to try a new brand," he says, loud enough for Creep McStalker to hear, but no more obvious than his normal volume. "Wedding prep is kicking my ass and the shit you usually drink ain't cutting it anymore. The hag's gonna rip me a new asshole if I fall asleep during the rehearsal dinner."

His impromptu fiancé snorts a laugh. "That'd be funny to see. But I guess I don't want you passing out during our vows either, so."

Katsuki just grunts in response, still watching the guy loiter by the teas. When he looks away from Izuku and meets his glare, the guy immediately turns tail and fucks off without even pretending to grab something.

As soon as he's gone, the tension leaves Izuku's shoulders, and he slumps against Katsuki.

"Oh, thank goodness," he says. He smiles gratefully at Katsuki, and wow, he's pretty when he does that. "Thank you so much! He's been following me for, like, an hour and a half now. Nothing I did got him to go away."

Katsuki pulls away with a surprising amount of reluctance. He feels strangely comfortable with Izuku tucked under his arm—he doesn't want to let him go. He clears his throat, his face feeling warm.

"'S nothin'," he shrugs. "But, like. Do you need to go to the police or some shit?"

Izuku blinks at him and then waves his hand. "Oh, yeah, I will. I managed to take a picture of him and everything, so hopefully they can, um. Find his identity and... take it from there, I guess. I don't know how that works, really. Cop dramas don't really go into detail about stalker cases. Homicides, sure, and at this point I feel like I've watched enough procedurals to be able to commit a murder and get away with it, but—"

"You're a rambler, huh," Katsuki interrupts him, eyebrows raised in amusement. Izuku snaps his mouth shut, freckled cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink as he gives him an apologetic look. He just grins and can't help but tease, "That's kind of hot."

Izuku ducks his head bashfully and playfully swats at his arm. "Don't tease me, Kacchan. It's mean."

Katsuki nudges him back, then realizes something. "What's with that nickname, anyway?" He never told Izuku his name, so how did he know—?

"Kacchan?" Izuku gestures at his chest. Katsuki looks down and sure enough, his name badge is still clipped to his shirt. Because he just got off his shift. "I read your name badge and it was the first thing that came to mind. I know it's kind of childish, but it sounds like we have history, which I figured would make a relationship between us more believable.

"N-Not that—" He stutters, and Katsuki watches him turn redder as he waves his arms around. "Not that I really thought we'd have to justify our fake relationship to the creep stalking me, but. I don't know, okay! It made sense in my brain at the time!"

Izuku's cheeks puff out as he pouts in his embarrassment, and Katsuki thinks he's the cutest thing he's ever seen. With a fond huff, he reaches up and ruffles his soft curls.

"It's fine, nerd." He grins again and winks. "I'll be your Kacchan anytime."

A certain gleam lights up those green eyes, and Katsuki senses a kindred spirit: someone who sees a challenge and takes it immediately just to come out on top.

"So," Izuku says, tone sweet as he bats his lashes, "would you be my Kacchan if I asked you out for coffee, as thanks? Not bought from the grocery store of course."

"Hell yeah," Katsuki agrees immediately. A spontaneous coffee date with a cute guy? Sign him the fuck up. His roommate can get his own shitty coffee. "You free right now? I ain't got anywhere to be."

His heart skips half a beat in excitement when Izuku takes his hand and slips their fingers together, beaming up at him with the prettiest smile. He has the passing thought that it's too bad Izuku isn't actually his fiancé—or even his boyfriend—because he kind of wants to see that smile for the rest of his life.

Izuku squeezes his fingers. "I'm yours for the afternoon, Kacchan."

Katsuki decides right then that he wants this afternoon to last forever.

[twinstarsies]

soulmate au, inko pov

Inko gives birth to a healthy baby boy on a hot July afternoon, after a grueling thirteen hours of labor.

She holds her little Izuku to her, bundled in a soft, pastel green blanket, and smiles even as tears trail sticky tracks down her cheeks. He'd wailed himself to exhaustion a couple of hours ago, and her heart has never felt so full of love and happiness as it does now.

"He's gonna be a mama's boy for sure," Mitsuki says from her chair beside the bed. "I'm already jealous."

Inko looks over to her best friend, watching her readjust the wriggling bundle of blond spikes and red eyes she calls a son. Katsuki looks like he's trying to escape a straight jacket, fighting against his mother's hold.

She chuckles. "Three months old and already a menace."

"Absolutely exhausting," Mitsuki agrees. She's smiling though, pressing a kiss to Katuski's cheek. "Izuku'll have his work cut out for him keeping him in line."

Inko hums, looking back at her son. She leans down and nuzzles his tuft of hair, kissing his freckled cheek.

He looks so much like Hisashi. She thinks about the way her husband had cried almost as loud as Izuku when they'd video called earlier and smiles even harder.

Katsuki is still wriggling around and fussing, so Inko shifts Izuku in her arms to bring them closer together.

"Katsuki-kun," she calls softly, and immediately red eyes are on her before falling to the bundle snoozing in her arms. "Would you like to meet Izuku?"

Inko and Mitsuki watch as Katsuki calms the longer he stares at Izuku. His wriggling stills, and he stops fussing. One of his tiny hands reaches out, as if to grab Izuku, but Mitsuki intercepts and lets him wrap his fingers around two of hers.

"Not yet, buddy," she says gently. "Let's wait until he's out of the hospital, okay?"

"He's going to be your very best friend," Inko tells him. "And you'll be his, right, Katsuki-kun?"

Katsuki obviously doesn't answer with words, but the way he continues intently gazing at her son warms her heart, anyway.

.

Since both of their husbands are out of the country, Inko goes home with Mitsuki and Katsuki. Katsuki hasn't taken his eyes from Izuku for longer than it takes him to blink, and Inko thinks it's the cutest thing.

"I think my son's in love with yours," Mitsuki muses, watching as Katsuki's slightly bigger body curls around Izuku as they sleep in Katsuki's crib.

They'd put their sons down together so they could get something to eat, and Katsuki had wiggled himself up against Izuku as soon as his mother's arms let him go. Right now, he's got a tiny hand fisted in Izuku's onesie, nose pressed into Izuku's pudgy cheek. Their breathing is even in sync.

Inko wipes tears from her eyes as she sends a video of them to Hisashi and Masaru. "It's so cute!"

"I can't wait for his angsty teen phase," Mitsuki cackles. "When he tries to deny having a crush, I'm gonna show him this video and all the pictures of him literally unable to leave Izuku alone. It'll be great."

Inko laughs with her, agreeing. Really, though, it's just nice to know her son will have someone to be close to, who will love him and protect him. His own special someone—a soulmate.

It's the thought she comes back to later, when both Izuku and Katsuki won't stop crying. Though, to be honest, it sounds more like agonized wailing. Like something hurts but there's no way for their sons to communicate what, and Inko sobs along with her newborn baby as she holds him close to her heart.

She and Mitsuki are on their way to the hospital—back to it, she thinks blearily—to see a doctor. They're given priority as much as possible after they explain the situation, and twenty minutes later, they're in a room with one of the nurses.

"We don't know what's wrong," Mitsuki tells the nurse. Inko is crying too hard to do anything more than blubber. "We put them down for a nap after taking Izuku home, and then when we picked them up to feed them, they started crying and wouldn't stop."

"Please, what's wrong with my baby," Inko sobs. Izuku still hasn't stopped, and she's so afraid he might cry himself to death. Katsuki isn't better, thrashing in Mitsuki's arms.

"If I may, let me take them for some tests," the nurse says, holding her arms out. "It might be internal, but we won't know otherwise."

She doesn't want to be apart from him, but Inko passes Izuku to the nurse at the same time Mitsuki hands Katsuki over. With practiced ease, the nurse gets them cradled to her chest, close enough their tiny arms rest together.

Like a switch was flipped, both Izuku's and Katsuki's wails stop, as suddenly as they'd started. They hiccup a few times, but both of them are quiet and calm for the first time since that afternoon.

Inko blinks in shock, the emotion mirrored in both Mitsuki and the nurse.

"Wh—How?" she asks, stunned. "What's happening?"

"I—" The nurse looks at the babies in her arms. "I don't know." She shifts them, readjusting her hold, and when their arms stop touching, the crying starts up again.

"Wait—You just got them to stop!" Mitsuki snaps, reaching back out for her son. "What was different?"

"I don't know!" the nurse says.

She shifts them close again, and Inko sees the crying stop when they touch, then start when they part. Something tickles at the back of her mind, a story her mother used to tell her when she was a child. A story about stars, and souls, and fated lovers.

A story about soulmates.

"They have to be touching," she says, faintly. Mitsuki and the nurse look at her in confusion.

"Touching?" Mitsuki's red eyes widen when she realizes what Inko is talking about—she knows the story, too. "Fuck, are you kidding me?"

Inko wishes it was a joke. Not that she doesn't want her son to have a soulmate, just that it didn't have to be so painful.

"They're soulmates," she says, still reeling from the realization. "I didn't think the stories were true."

They're old stories, about strangers coming into physical contact and being unable to be apart for a length of time after. It's their souls stitching themselves back together after being torn apart by the gods. They have to remain touching until they're whole again, or it causes them extreme pain.

Inko looks at her son and his soulmate, their sons of stardust and love, and cries again.

[twinstarsies]

kid bkdk, fluff

When they're six years old, Izuku gives Kacchan his first kiss on his cheek because it's what he sees his mom do to his dad.

It's what people who love each other do, she explains to him when he asks, and he knows he loves Kacchan, so he wants to do it with him, too!

Kacchan makes a face when Izuku leans back and tells him, "That's not a real kiss, idiot."

Izuku blinks, then pouts. "Yeah, it is! Mama does it to Daddy all the time!"

"No, it's not." Kacchan scoffs. "This is a real kiss."

He then presses their mouths together because that's what he sees his mom do to his dad. It only lasts a second before he pulls away.

Izuku stares at him with wide eyes and warm cheeks. "What was that?" he asks.

Kacchan smirks and puts his hands on his hips. "That's how adults kiss, stupid! And we're big kids now, so we have to kiss like adults."

"Oh." Izuku ducks his head, unable to stop a smile from spreading across his lips. They tingle a bit from Kacchan's kiss. "Okay, Kacchan!"

Izuku is very happy to let Kacchan keep kissing him like adults do.

(Sometimes, though, he switches it up and kisses Kacchan's cheek just to see him pout and turn red—it's just so cute!

But don't tell Kacchan!)

[twinstarsies]

high school bkdk, fluff & humor

"Oi, nerd."

Izuku looks up from his textbook and yelps as he catches whatever Katsuki just threw at him with his face. He pouts and rubs at his cheek.

"Rude, Kacchan."

Katsuki flops onto his bed beside him with a careless shrug. "Not my fault you have shit reflexes. Anyway, you better appreciate how above and beyond I go for your dork ass."

Izuku finally looks at what Katsuki had tossed at him and gasps, bouncing with excitement.

"The limited edition All Might ring pops!" he exclaims with a grin. "With five exclusive flavor combinations not found anywhere else! Where did you get these?!"

Katsuki just smirks as he unwraps his own ring pop and sticks it in his mouth. "I have my ways. You're welcome, by the way."

Izuku throws his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders and hugs him tight. Katsuki grunts but lets him.

"Thank you, thank you!" he gushes. He'd been looking everywhere for these ring pops; he was starting to think he'd never get to try them.

"Kacchan is the best!" He nuzzles into Katsuki's neck. "He always gets me the coolest stuff!"

"'Course I do," Katsuki huffs, but his tone is fond, and he ruffles Izuku's hair playfully before pecking him on the nose. He reaches out and picks up the ring pop he'd given Izuku, opens it, and then holds it out to Izuku with a soft grin that makes Izuku's heart flutter.

"And if you stick with me, I always will," he adds, with a strange intensity that sounds like he's saying something else. Something more.

Izuku blinks at him, then at the ring, then back up at his boyfriend. Something clicks.

"Are you proposing to me with a limited edition flavor All Might ring pop?" he asks incredulously. He can feel tears burning in his eyes.

Katsuki snorts, but his cheeks are suspiciously red and he averts his eyes. "I'm a broke high school kid," he gripes, embarrassed, "give me fuckin' break, Deku."

"Kacchan!" Izuku wails, hugging him even tighter as the tears start coming. His chest is tight with emotion, fit to burst with how in love he is with this boy.

"Yeah, yeah," Katsuki sighs, rubbing his back. "You big crybaby. This was always our plan, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, but—still!" Izuku sniffles loudly. "I wasn't expecting it so soon!"

"No time like the present." Katsuki jostles him gently. "So? How 'bout it, nerd? Marry me?"

There's a vulnerable gentleness in red eyes when Izuku pulls away to look at Katsuki—the love of his life. He holds up the ring pop, and Izuku holds out his hand. It doesn't fit his ring finger, so Katsuki puts it on his pinkie. Izuku smiles at it softly, then up at his fiancé.

"Of course I'll marry Kacchan!"

And then he sticks it in his mouth, because it's a limited edition flavor All Might ring pop.

Ooh, black raspberry and cherry! So good!

"Oi! Don't eat your engagement ring!"

[twinstarsies]

no quirks au, fluff

Izuku is out to lunch with a coworker at the park when a hand ruffles his hair and he looks up to Katsuki standing beside him, food in hand from one of the stalls.

He smiles. "Kacchan, hi!"

"Hey, nerd. Did you get my text?"

Izuku digs out his phone and sees that he does in fact have an unread text from Katsuki. "Sorry, we've been kind of busy today."

"Figured. But let me know what you think about—"

"Excuse me," his coworker interrupts them, garnering their attention. He's glaring at Katsuki for some reason that has Izuku puzzled. "Do you mind? You're kind of interrupting our date here."

Wait—what? Date?

Izuku's brows shoot up while Katsuki's furrow as his eyes narrow. He regards Izuku's coworker for a beat before turning to Izuku.

"This is the extra you're leaving me at the altar for?" he asks mildly, jabbing a thumb in the coworker's direction. "Thought you were cheatin' on me with the Peppermint Princess."

"Shouto is in a committed relationship, and very happy with it, last I heard from him," Izuku corrects him. He pats his arm consolingly. "I'm leaving you for Hitoshi."

Katsuki makes an exaggerated pouty face. "I knew it. It's 'cause he's into bondage, isn't it?"

His coworker looks between them with confusion. "What the hell are you talking about? Who the hell is this guy, Midoriya?"

Izuku can't help a small giggle escaping at the weird turn his day has taken.

"It is absolutely about the bondage," he answers Katsuki, then, "Anyway, there has obviously been a misunderstanding here. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that this was a date, but it wasn't my intention. I thought it was just lunch between peers."

"That's because you don't think people could possibly be interested in you." Katsuki flicks him. "And I'm the nerd's fiancé."

"Fiancé?" His coworker blinks in shock. "You're getting married?"

Izuku thinks the incredulity in his tone is a little uncalled for. Why is it so surprising that he's getting married? "Um. Yes?"

"But you aren't wearing a ring!"

He blinks and then snorts. Pulling the chain around his neck from his shirt, he holds it up. The ring glints in the afternoon sunlight.

"I do wear a ring, actually." He smiles tightly. "Not that it's any of your business."

"Damn, baby," Katsuki says, and Izuku looks up at him to see him grinning like a shark. He leans down to steal a kiss. "Love it when you get sassy. Turns me right on."

Izuku hums against him. "Maybe I'll just come do something about that then. We were just finishing up, anyway!"

He gathers his half-eaten lunch and stands, linking hands with his fiancé and giving his coworker a brilliant grin, who only blinks back at him, mouth gaping.

"See you back at the office!" he says, and then lets Katsuki drag him away.

"You know," Katsuki says, letting Izuku swing their hands, "this is, like, the fourth coworker that's taken you on a date that you didn't know was a date."

"He said 'let's grab lunch!'" Izuku whines. "Ochako says that! Tenya says that! Yagi-san says that! How am I supposed to know it's meant to be a date?!"

Katsuki just gives him the side eye. "Babe. I love you, but you're hopeless."

Izuku pouts at him and gently nudges him in the shoulder. "This is why I'm leaving you for Hitoshi. Kacchan is mean to me."

"Yeah, but you love it." Katsuki squeezes his hand.

Izuku leans his head on Katsuki's shoulder, smiling. "Yeah, I do."

[twinstarsies]

no quirks au, soulmates, fluff

Izuku is no stranger to being described as plain and boring.

It's true enough—he's no runway model with his face full of freckles and unkempt bird's nest hair, and his hobbies tend toward nerdy things like comic books and behavioral psychology. He doesn't like overly spicy food, and he prefers the comfort of familiarity over spontaneity. He's also short and never without a t-shirt with a lame slogan on it, so he gets it.

What most people don't know, however, is that his plain boring-ness is a conscious choice on his part, due almost entirely to the words scrawled over his hipbone in neat, precise handwriting.

Don't worry—I like a little vanilla, too.

They'd been a pleasant surprise to wake up to on his thirteenth birthday—a couple years later than most people got them, but they were there—and he was excited to start being on the lookout for his destined other half.

Currently, at seventeen and enjoying the last week of summer break between terms, Izuku lightly traces his words as he stands in line with Shouto and Ochako waiting to buy ice cream. This summer has been a hot one, so they took a trip to Okinawa to enjoy the beach atmosphere. It's absolutely sweltering, though, so cold treats are their main objective before they hit the water.

"What kind are you guys getting?" Ochako asks, reading the offered flavors menu.

"I think I'm getting the strawberry shortcake pop," Shouto says.

"Ooh, that sounds yummy!" Izuku agrees. "You'll have to tell me how it is."

"You could get one too, you know." Shouto gives him the judgmental side eye. "You're not bound by soulmate law to only like vanilla, you know."

Izuku sticks his tongue out. "There's nothing wrong with liking vanilla!"

"But do you really like it?" Ochako asks, not for the first time. "Or are you just settling because your soulmate likes it?"

"You never try anything else, though!" she protests. "Maybe you'll find something you like even more if you just gave it the chance!"

"I do like it!"

"So it's okay for Shouto to dye his hair because his words say 'Nice dye job' but I can't like vanilla for the same reason?" Izuku raises his eyebrows at them pointedly, daring them to argue. To his satisfaction, both of his friends huff but give no further objections, and it's finally their turn to order.

Two guys are manning the stall, and Izuku finds his gaze stuck on the scowling blond one glaring into the distance like he would literally rather be anywhere else.

He looks young, not much older than Izuku—this is probably just his summer job while school is out—and Izuku isn't sure if that's better or worse than him being a hot college student out of his league.

He is decidedly not plain, with artfully styled spikes and a handful of piercings in each of his ears, and overall looking like he just came from a photo shoot. His admittedly impressive biceps bulge very nicely with his arms crossed over his chest like that, and Izuku has to swallow a couple times to make sure he isn't visibly drooling.

The other guy has dark hair and a wide grin as he greets them with a cheerful, "Heya! What can we getcha?"

"Um—" Izuku pulls his eyes away from Tall, Blond, and Fuck Me Daddy with a sheepish smile, hoping his cheeks aren't as red as they feel. "We'd like a strawberry shortcake pop, a bubblegum birthday cake swirl pop, and a vanilla cone, please!"

The blond turns to get their ice creams as the dark-haired guy rings them up, his grin turning wry.

"All these flavors and you go with vanilla?" he asks, eyeing Izuku. "Are you sure about that?"

Izuku pouts. Even strangers are on his case today! What's up with that?

"I am being attacked," he insists while Ochako and Shouto give him I Told You So looks.

"You sound like Kats over here," the guy laughs. He turns to his coworker as the blond brings over their ice cream. "Finally someone as boring as you, man! Maybe he's your soulmate."

Red eyes widen at his words, and Izuku blinks as he holds out the vanilla cone, his smirk softening.

The blond gives Izuku a slow once-over, red eyes dragging over him from bottom to top and finally meeting his gaze. His mouth curls up at the corner and Izuku wonders when he swallowed so many butterflies.

"It's a good flavor," he tells the hot blond pathetically, but he stands by it, darn it!

"Don't worry—I like a little vanilla, too."

There's a beat before his friends realize what just happened and start yelling at him, but Izuku barely hears them. He just lets a smile take over as he takes his ice cream from his soulmate.

"I'm Izuku," he says, uncaring of the blush he knows is obvious.

"Katsuki," his soulmate replies. The cocky smirk returns as he asks, "Wanna ditch these losers and share that cone on the boardwalk?"

"Get it, Izu!" Ochako screeches in his ear, shaking him. "We'll meet you later to head back. Be safe and don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

"Man, what kind of luck is this?" the dark-haired guy says. "Second day on the job and you meet your soulmate? Unfair!"

"He's got a friend," Katsuki says as he exits the stall, immediately taking Izuku's hand. He gestures to Shouto, who blinks. "Try your luck with him."

The dark-haired guy turns to Shouto, giving him his own once over before grinning again. "Nice dye job."

Shouto's eyes widen and Izuku covers his mouth to smother his laugh, sharing a look with Ochako because no way.

"This is karma getting back at me for making fun of vanilla ice cream, isn't it," he says, staring at his soulmate, and Izuku does laugh then at the flabbergasted look the dark-haired guy gives him.

"Told ya," Katsuki says, smug, and drags Izuku off toward the beach. Izuku's giggles trail off and he presses close to Katsuki's side, giddy when Katsuki's hand slips around his waist.

"So," he starts, looking up at his soulmate. "Who's your favorite superhero?"

[twinstarsies]

modern royalty au, fluff

"Kacchan! Good morning!"

Katsuki doesn't look up from where he's preparing the ingredients for one of the restaurant's more popular dishes. "I thought I told you to stay out of my kitchen, Deku."

Izuku laughs, as Katsuki knew he would. "But I like watching Kacchan work! It's like you're doing magic!"

"It's just food prep, you idiot." Katsuki rolls his eyes, but a fond smile pulls at his lips. "Just because you're useless with anything resembling a pan—"

"Hey!" Izuku protests, and Katsuki can picture his pout. It makes his smile widen. "I know how to make a perfectly edible miso soup, you know!"

"I do know, because I'm the one who taught you," Katsuki agrees. He glances up at him. "You're still in my kitchen, though."

"Aw, fine!" Izuku sticks his tongue out, the brat, and finally turns to leave Katsuki in peace. "You'll make me my usual, won't you, Kacchan?"

"So spoiled," Katsuki clicks his tongue, still grinning. "It's like you think you're the goddamn prince or something."

It earns him another pealing laugh as said prince wanders away to his usual table—the one with a direct line of sight to the kitchen so Izuku can watch Katsuki as he works. It's also so Katsuki can keep an eye on his mischievous little royal imp to keep him out of trouble.

How he came to find himself the unofficial royal babysitter, Katsuki doesn't know. Izuku's not a terrible charge, though, and he's always more than happy to sit and be Katsuki's taste tester when he gets in a creative and experimental mood.

And maybe—just maybe—Katsuki's always coming up with new dishes because he likes seeing that big, bright smile and those shining green eyes when he tries something he likes a little too much.

Speaking of—

Katsuki eyes the creation that was definitely out of his comfort zone as he goes through the motions of making Izuku's personal favorite dish.

Baking has never been his strong suit, but the little gremlin has a bit of a sweet tooth, and Katsuki has been tossing around spices and extracts to see if he can find a flavor combination Izuku will like. He thinks he might have struck something close to gold with the chili-raspberry sauce to drizzle on the ganache-filled truffles he'd successfully made the other day. Just enough kick to cut the sweet, in his opinion.

He hopes Izuku doesn't cry about it this time.

Izuku smiles like he usually does when Katsuki finally brings out his early lunch, but it's the way his eyes absolutely glow with awe when Katsuki also sets down the truffles that nearly takes him out at the knees.

"Kacchan?" he asks, voice soft. "What's this?"

"Somethin' new," he explains with a shrug. His face feels a little warm. "I know you got a sweet tooth."

The crybaby already has tears in his eyes as he picks up one of the truffles, turning it this way and that to look it over. The chili-raspberry glaze gets on his fingers and he automatically brings them to his mouth to taste it, and Katsuki watches his eyes flutter closed as he hums with pleasure, feeling suddenly warm in other places.

"Oh, I like that!" he says happily, and then he bites into the truffle. The ganache smears over his lips, and Katsuki fights the urge to lean down and lick it up himself.

"Good, then?" he asks, sounding winded for no reason. He clears his throat.

"So good, Kacchan!" Izuku tells him with a smile. "These are my new favorite!"

Katsuki looks away to hide his pleased grin. "Well, good. But they're only for special occasions, okay? Can't have you rotting your teeth and ruining that pretty smile."

"You think my smile is pretty?" the imp asks, head tilted innocently even as mischief plays in his eyes.

"Pretty gross," he lies, and Izuku giggles.

On an impulse that he'll never find an excuse for, Katsuki leans down and kisses the corner of Izuku's mouth, licking up the ganache he hadn't wiped away. The look of wide-eyed surprise he's given is absolutely worth the potential scandal, and Katsuki winks as he turns away.

"Eat your food, Deku," he calls over his shoulder. "Or I won't make you anymore truffles."

"No fair, Kacchan!"

[twinstarsies]

pro hero!bk/vigilante!dk, hurt/comfort, mild blood

Katsuki hears the apartment door open from his place at the stove, listening as footsteps shuffle in before it's shut again. He stirs the vegetables simmering in the pan and glances at the clock.

It's almost three in the morning.

"I'm home," comes Izuku's soft voice, and Katsuki's jaw clenches at the exhaustion in it, the pain making it waver ever so slightly.

Stupid, fucking idiot.

"Kacchan?"

Katsuki clicks his tongue, turning off the stove and removing the pan from the heat. He adds the vegetables to the waiting bowls of steaming rice, tosses the pan in the sink to wash later, and takes the bowls to the living room.

It takes four deep breaths and counting to twenty-four to not explode the food in his hands when he gets a look at his dumbass boyfriend.

One pretty green eye is nearly swollen shut, the skin around it already purpling, and there's a cut on his busted lip, bleeding sluggishly. Another cut at his temple is also bleeding, trailing down his freckled cheek, and the way he's holding his arm tells Katsuki it might be dislocated.

Stupid, fucking idiot.

He sets the bowls down and stands before Izuku, arms crossed. Izuku keeps eye contact, though he absently fidgets with his fingers—sorry for the state of himself, but not for it happening in the first place.

Finally, Katsuki breaks the silent stand-off between them. "Do I need to pop it back into place?" He gestures to Izuku's arm, and Izuku shakes his head.

"Just sore," he says, offering no details. He smiles, small and sweet, and changes the subject. "Food smells good."

"Tch. It fucking better," he grumbles, relenting and handing him a bowl. "Since I made it."

His boyfriend just laughs, a soft huff of breath. Katsuki watches him take two bites before walking off toward their bathroom for their first aid kit. When he comes back, the first bowl is empty and Izuku is already halfway through the second.

Fucker skipped lunch. Again.

Katsuki sits next to him on the couch, searching through the kit for what he needs a little more forcefully than necessary. He tosses the rest on the floor as he turns to Izuku and starts the process of stitching up the reckless, selfless love of his life.

"I hate you so much sometimes," he says into the quiet. "When the fuck are you gonna learn to put yourself first?"

"When there aren't people who need saving more than I do," Izuku answers, like Katsuki knew he would. He flinches when Katsuki presses a bit too hard on the cut on his temple. "Ow! Kacchan!"

"You fuckin' deserve it," Katsuki snaps. The blood smears under his touch as he grips Izuku's face so he can't look away. "What the fuck am I gonna do if I lose you, huh?"

Izuku quiets, the fire of argument in his eyes dying away when he realizes Katsuki isn't trying to fight. He reaches out and twists his fingers in Katsuki's shirt, holding on.

"I'm sorry."

Katsuki leans their heads together, breathing in the scent of sweat and musk on him. "Just—think about yourself every once in a while, okay?"

He tilts his head, slotting their mouths together. It's a little metallic with the blood on Izuku's lip, but it's nothing but a reassurance.

His boyfriend is still alive to bleed, and that's all that matters.

Izuku hums softly against him, letting Katsuki steal his fill until he pulls away with a slight wince, smiling sheepishly.

Stupid, fucking heroic idiot.

But he's Katsuki's heroic idiot, and Katsuki will do everything to keep it that way. With one more tug to his curls, Katsuki presses a kiss to his forehead.

"C'mon, Mr. Hero Complex. Let's get you cleaned up."