katsudon & izumo soba [KIDA X RORI 1X1]

[donnydobie]

✶✶midoriya izuku
Izuku feels his face making a complicated mess of movements, unable to settle on one single emotion. Candid Kacchan is something he's still getting used to. While he appreciates the begrudging honesty, it makes his brain go a little haywire. Izuku knows how much guilt Kacchan carries with him, knows he's the source for a lot of it, knows that there isn't anything he can do to help Kacchan forgive himself other than letting him take it at his own speed.

It still hurts. It also gives him butterflies. It's complicated.

He trails behind Kacchan into the kitchen, careful not to carry anything too awkward in his dominant hand. "Kacchan, I wouldn't have agreed to come over if I didn't want to. Like I said, I can knock the tests out during the training exercise tomorrow and still have time to take care of my own stuff. It isn't that big of a deal."

Kacchan worrying about me is weird, he thinks with no lack of fondness. He's probably worried about me overworking myself. He hands over his dishes carefully, doing his best to draw attention away from his injury. It's been strangely stiff today.

He bites his lip, thinking about how to defuse the bomb that is Bakugou Katsuki. There's a warmness in his gut that he hasn't felt is what feels like a long time from just being around him, in his space, talking to him. It's so nice.

Izuku smiles out the corner of his mouth and leans against the counter, going for coy and probably failing. "I can't believe the big bad Dynamight is worried about little ol' me."

[Kida]

⊗ BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Katsuki’s response is a sideways glare as he rinses his plate, an annoyed scoff leaving his lips. “I’m just making sure you aren’t slacking off on those students,” he growls, a thought tickling his brain immediately as he hopes it didn’t come off as too harsh. He takes the plates from Deku as well, rinsing them all before loading them into his dishwasher. Closing it up, he wipes his hands clean on a kitchen towel.

The coy use of his hero name makes a weird, foreign feeling arise in his torso, since Deku had only been using his childhood nickname up until now. It was so soft and comforting and now…

The corner of his lips twitches a little as he holds back a smirk, standing at his full height and pushing against Izuku ever so slightly, pressing him into the counter. “You'd better be telling the truth, nerd,” he mutters, continuing in a low rumble. “I don't wanna be responsible for any delays.”

He looks down at his old friend, taking in small features like the beautiful green of his eyes, which mirror his hair color, the adorable freckles on each cheek, and… that scar on his face, just below his eye. Holding back a wince of guilt at the sight (and an intrusive desire to graze it with a hand), he pulls away and makes his way into the living room with a wave of his hand, pocketing the other one in his baggy sweatpants.

“You don't mind a horror movie, right?”

[donnydobie]

✶✶midoriya izuku
Izuku blinks. Blinks again. Takes a breath and then tries to shake this feeling off, to slow his heart from it's attempt to burst out of his chest. Kacchan is probably trying to antagonize him. Right? That's usually his M.O.—get a reaction or don't try at all. Problem is, Izuku loves Kacchan's undivided attention. It's fiery and electric, like how it was to share OFA with him—a full-body experience that demands his complete concentration.

He can still feel the embers in his toes. Izuku wonders if Kacchan feels like this, too. He wonders if it matters.

"Yeah, I can do horror, " He lies through his teeth, pushing himself off the counter and shaking his hands out. Somehow, it feels like there's an electric current through his veins. Just like One for All. "I don't mind."

He follows Kacchan into the living room cautiously. It feels almost like they're back at yuuai with the way Izuku's body subconsciously reacts to being in Kacchan's space. He doesn't pay much attention to whatever is going on internally; he's too used to feeling weird around him. He bites back a smile as they sit next to each other on Kacchan's loveseat in front of the TV.

Izuku holds his hands awkwardly in his lap as his sits with perfect posture next to him, trying desperately not to think about how close they are or how good Kacchan smells or how visible it is that he's been putting his hours in at his agency. Through their reflection on Kacchan's TV, Izuku gets a good look at their size difference. The information makes him burn in places he probably shouldn't. He probably shouldn't feel anything beyond friendship for Kacchan in the first place, but he's well beyond the point of going back. He fidgets with his fingers, still a bit flustered from earlier, but trying to hide it the best he can. His face is probably giving him away, though. 

[Kida]

⊗ BAKUGOU KATSUKI

"Good," Katsuki replies, knowing damn well he's lying. "I have a really fun one picked out." He settles into the cushions, relaxing against the arm as he uses the remote to turn the TV on and get the movie ready. He already set it up earlier, so it was just a matter of starting it.

Relaxing in the seat with only a foot or two of space between them, he looks over at Deku, noticing how awkwardly stiff he is and the slight redness of his cheeks. He stifles a smirk as he realizes he successfully got the nerd flustered. His legs are crossed and he has an elbow on the arm of the small couch, his hand propping up his head coolly.

"You can relax, you know," he rumbles, suppressing a chuckle and a smile. "It's a bit of a slow start, so there's nothing too scary just yet."

Katsuki's mind wanders as he glances again at his friend's scarred hands, intrusive thoughts of letting Izuku rest against his own shoulder needling at him. His chest hurts a bit. How would he even suggest such a thing without making things incredibly awkward? Ugh. What a stupid idea. He forces his attention back towards the movie as it starts.

[donnydobie]

✶✶midoriya izuku
Kacchan radiates heat by virtue of both his quirk and his fast metabolism. This is something that Izuku knows more intimately than anyone else, bar Kacchan. Izuku knows when to push and when to duck--it's been ingrained since they were kids, before Kacchan presented with his quirk, before Izuku could write anything down in a notebook. He knows Kacchan down to the instinctual level, but...

Izuku sees Kacchan's body language. He sees him looking at him when he thinks Izuku can't see him. If it were anyone else on either side, Izuku would be screaming for them to make a move, frustrated beyond belief. Kacchan has invited him over (which he has done for exactly no one else), made him dinner in the form of his favorite food, and is now sitting next to him on a couch that can comfortably sit at least three people and choosing to sit like he wants Izuku near him.

Izuku is going insane, a little bit. Possibly more than a little bit. This is not new to him in the slightest.

He peeks over at Kacchan to confirm his body language once more before standing up and scooting over, leaning onto Kacchan's arm against the backrest of the couch. The heat is almost scorching, but Izuku has been getting colder and colder as the embers of OFA fade. It's nice. It's so nice. His heart feels like it's about to fail, but out of excitement. That's new, he thinks. Usually my heart hurts differently around Kacchan.

Trying to sound casual, Izuku turns to Kacchan with a small smile. "Too slow and I might fall asleep, Kacchan. Don't blame me if I start nodding off."

[Kida]

⊗ BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Katsuki's entire body tenses up as Izuku closes the distance between them, the warmth returning to his face again. He shifts a little, his arm closest to Deku now frozen in place, glued to the couch. The fitness tracker on his other wrist vibrates once to warn him of a now-elevated heart rate, and he ignores it, hoping his pulse isn't audible and keeping the small screen faced away from the both of them. His heart feels as loud as a train to him, and the dialogue in the movie is a garbled, unintelligible mess. It's a good thing he's already seen it.

His eyes stay focused on the television, even as Deku speaks. He can see his smile out of the corner of his eye and he clears his throat a bit before responding. "You'd better pay attention then, nerd," he growls softly.

The thoughts filling his head are like annoying flies and he's unsure of how to deal with them. Intrusive messages like "is he comfortable", "how does he feel about this", and "he's so warm, but so small" flit in and out of his consciousness and he grits his teeth. Maybe inviting him over was a mistake. Katsuki had never felt anything like this, and he wasn't sure it was a good thing. But it was too late to back out now; he knows Deku would think something was up if he suddenly called it quits. He wouldn't dare.

[donnydobie]

✶✶midoriya izuku
The movie is boring.

Izuku wouldn't say it to Kacchan—nor anywhere in audible distance—but the movie is moving so slow. He's struggling to keep his eyes open, body relaxed and eyes unfocused. Today wasn't out of the ordinary, work-wise. He didn't sleep well, true, but he hardly sleeps well these days. That much isn't out of the ordinary. He keeps having to shift around to keep himself awake, hopefully not disturbing Kacchan.

On the TV, the female lead says something to the supporting cast. They're in a warehouse-adjacent building, decked out in tactical gear. Izuku couldn't care any less.

Kacchan is warm. This shouldn't surprise Izuku even a little, yet he keeps finding himself re-remembering that Kacchan is letting him lean into his space. Kacchan's skin is soft, too. He probably has some insane skincare regimen to keep himself in top condition or whatever ridiculous requirements his agency has for him, but it's paid off very well.

It's so odd to be so relaxed, given the state of his life right now. He hasn't slept well since the last time he stayed over at his Mom's, which must have been at least a month ago. Not that he'd ever complain! He's beyond lucky to have the life he has, beyond grateful for the people in his life and their support. There is no way he'd be anywhere near yuuai if Mr. Aizawa hadn't advocated for him. There isn't a single possibility he'd be anywhere near Hero work if his classmates—his friends—weren't so present in his life. It has been stressful, sure, and he's lost sleep and probably a little weight, but he wouldn't change it for the world.

The movie turns into background noise as Izuku focuses somewhere near the bottom of the TV, sinking into the cushions and leaning further into Kacchan's space. His head is pressing into something that Izuku hopes is Kacchan's shoulder and nothing else. He's too drowsy to move if something else were the case, but he hopes in the event that Kacchan feels uncomfortable about it. He isn't giving any signs of it, minus what he assumes is a heart rate warning from his watch—the fact that he has one makes Izuku want to gush about it to Ochaco—so Izuku assumes it's okay. He really should ask, but his eyes are getting so heavy...

[Kida]

⊗ BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Katsuki pays attention to the movie up until he can feel Izuku leaning into him, at which point he tunes it out entirely. He casts a sidelong glance down towards those soft, green locks, a breath catching in his throat as they come to rest on his shoulder and chest. A deep inhale as he tries to quiet the pulse in his ears -- he hopes up and down it isn't as audible to Izuku as it is to him -- and he catches the scent of his soap. It smells... cheap. He frowns as he thinks back to the glimpse of Izuku entering the apartment and how he seemed thinner, with a hint of bags under his eyes. A very light, subtle shift of his own body, with Izuku still resting on him, confirms that he has indeed lost weight since they last saw one another.

Worry drifts into his thoughts. Is he taking care of himself? He realizes he hasn't seen much of Izuku's apartment in their video calls, and has never been over to visit either. His eyes narrow, and he uses the hand that isn't on the couch behind Deku to grab the remote and turn the movie down just a couple clicks. Couldn't have a sudden jump scare startle his resting friend.

Friend...

A loud clatter of a pan hitting the kitchen floor makes Katsuki nearly jump out of his skin. He sits upright immediately, one hand gripping the arm of the couch while the other subconsciously moves to Deku's shoulder, pulling him closer to himself and the couch somewhat defensively.

"Who's there?!" He yells in the direction of the kitchen, receiving only a second din in response, glass shattering on the floor immediately afterwards. This prompts him to get up from the couch, hands moving to his sides and clenching, small sparks dancing along his palms as he makes his way to the kitchen. "What the hell," he growls, absolutely bristling at the idea of an intruder in his home, wrecking his stuff. He rounds the corner into the kitchen, glaring and ready to fight, only to come across... a tiny 5-pound kitten.

It's on the floor, arching its back with puffed up fur, trying to look as big and intimidating as possible, but still too afraid to move given the angry, hulking beast now staring it down. One of its paws has been cut on the shattered glass that litters the floor, a few little bloody pawprints on the tile as proof. It lets out a little hiss, but is otherwise frozen.

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✶✶midoriya izuku
The breath that was evening out becomes shallow and thin, rattling through his lungs like carbonation through a straw. The arm around his shoulder--Kacchan is holding me, oh god--is quickly removed and with it removing any sense of grounding Izuku had. He breathes with difficulty. Tries with everything he has to not think about rubble and rain, and what it feels like to have glass shatter against his back. He blinks at the floor. On his side, everything looks a little warped and wrong, and he's reminded of the last time his vision looked like this.

There is no villian. He knows this because Kacchan would've blasted them into the ground by now. Izuku tries harder to convince his brain of that, breathes in though his mouth and out through his nose. His heart hurts. The entirety of his body is gearing up for a fight that isn't real, reactionary and bracing for pain. Pain he can deal with, but it's...

This isn't just pain. It's the big, glaring, neon elephant he's been avoiding since his early 'retirement'.

He pushes himself up, uncaring of the stiffness in his right arm. He can barely feel it with all the adrenaline coursing through his veins, anyway, and he sits up with an absolutely empty head. Kacchan would probably say something like nothing too different, then if Izuku said anything.

Right. Kacchan. He's in Kacchan's apartment. There was a loud noise. Two--one sounded like a pan falling off the counter, the other was glass shattering on the floor. He blinks at his socked feet before heaving himself up and woodenly walking towards where he hopes Kacchan is, all stiffness and adrenaline. Swallowing around nothing, he rounds the corner into the kitchen to see... well.

It certainly wasn't what he was expecting.

"Is that...a cat? Kitten?" Izuku cautiously walks up to Kacchan's side, blinking in surprise. All his adrenaline quickly dissipates as if it was never there, shoulders lowering and chest releasing. After a moment, he was able to fully process the scene in front of him. "Oh my god, did--did it knock that over? Are those bloody footprints? Kacchan, Kacchan, we have to take it to an emergency room!"

Izuku kneels on the ground, uncaring how his knees protest, and holds out a crooked finger towards the kitten. "Hey, little guy. I'm not going to hurt you. Kacchan might, but I won't. Promise."

He gives the kitten a small smile.

[Kida]

⊗ BAKUGOU KATSUKI

The cat lets out another hiss and apprehensively sniffs the finger extended to it, still hesitant to move given its injured paw. It nuzzles said finger lightly.

Katsuki's face is already in his hands-- a futile attempt to contain his bristling anger. If it were any other wild creature, he'd likely fry it and throw it out the open window in seconds. Unfortunately, it was a kitten. He has a bit of a soft spot for cats...

Izuku's voice hits him like a brick and he throws his hands down to his sides, glaring down at both of them.

"I'm not gonna hurt it," he barks defensively, "But an emergency room? Really? It's just a cut!" He lets out a frustrated sigh and crouches next to Deku, grabbing the cat while it's distracted with his finger. The little fuzzball yowls and bites at his hand in protest. He ignores the bites, as well as the futile bunny kicks, tiny teeth and claws barely leaving a mark on his already scarred skin. "You should be more careful," he remarks, swatting lightly at Deku's knees with his free hand. "There's glass everywhere. Don't get yourself hurt too."

Katsuki lifts the cat to look it over, carefully checking its paws. Only one has a small abrasion on the pad, easy enough to treat. He puts a small amount of pressure on it with two fingers, ignoring the growling, and carefully gets back up from the floor, making his way to the bathroom where his first aid supplies are.