katsudon & izumo soba [KIDA X RORI 1X1]

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katsudon & izumo soba

a bkdk 1x1 with kida and rori -- xwhen a cat suddenly
makes its way into katsuki's life, xxiwhat will happen?
what does this mean for his relationship with himself,
his work, and his childhood best-friend-crush? xxwhat
does this mean for his state of being???? xxhelp him!!!

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✶✶midoriya izuku
iiiiiiiiiiformer ninth wielder of OFA ✶✶✶✶✶✶✶
early 20s iiiiii✷ teacher at yuuai iiiiii✷ lives
in a shoebox next to campus iiiiiiiiiiii✷ quirk
less, but making the best of it iiiiiiiii✷ loves
katsudon (and kat) iiiiiiii✷ tentative friends?
acquaintances? with kacchan iiiiiii✷ collects
dynamight and all might merch iiin his spare
time iiiiiii✷ trying his best to meet the expe
ctations of his students and of himself iiiiii✷
favorite food is katsudon iii✷ former one for
all user i✷ considering kickboxing or dancing
for his physical therapy iiiiiiiiiii✷ LOVES cats
iiiiiii✷ a work in progress iiiiiii✷ still talks to
class 1-A and shinso! iiiiiiii✷ has had feelings
for kacchan since childhood iiiiiiiiii✷ current
most used app is a sleep tracker app iii✷ car
ries around go-bag with a trauma kit iiiiiiiiii✷
still dreams of the war ii✷ best friend title is
currently tied between iiiiikacchan and shoto
iiiiiii✷ lost some weight but still working out!

[Kida]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI i❰ DYNAMIGHT ❱
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii❰ GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GOD DYNAMIGHT ❱
⊗ early 20s iiiiiiii⊗ pro hero iiiiiii⊗ headstrong as hell
⊗ likes spicy foods iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii⊗ hates dumb nerds
⊗ current hero ranking: 15 iiiiiiiiiiiiii⊗ lives in the city
⊗ trying to open his own agency ⊗ most used app is a
fitness tracker iiiiiiiiiiii⊗ least active in the bakusquad
groupchat ⊗ secret yearner-loverboy-romantic ⊗ fake
idgafer iiiiii⊗ MEGA tsundere iiiii⊗ frequents the small
grocery a few blocks from his apartment iiiiiiiii⊗ in his
winter arc (this is a lie) iiiiii⊗ sleeps with mouth guard
and silk sleep mask ⊗ working hard to become the best
hero ⊗ slow-going due to prickly personality ⊗ someone get
this man a therapist

ｗｈｙ ａｍ Ｉ ａｌｗａｙｓ i／iＩ＇ｌｌ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｆａｉｌ
ｋｅｅｐｉｎｇ ｓｃｏｒｅ ？i／iｗｈａｔ ｉｆ Ｉ ｆａｉｌ ？
➝ ❝ for the jeers ❞ dance gavin dance

[Kida]

KAT
◅ a.k.a katsudon, katsuki, kacchan ▻
(all names Deku gave her)

female ◘ 6 months old ◘ stray tortie ◘ runt of the litter
literally just a cat

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✶✶midoriya izuku
There’s a late spring breeze coming through the window he has cracked at the back of his classroom, just enough to get the air flowing after one of his students asked for it. The room itself is a smaller one, 20 students to one teacher, decorated sparsely with flag-shaped garland against the top of the walls and a sizable All Might poster above the door. He loves it. It’s perfect, from the worn ceiling to the crackling linoleum flooring. It smells exactly like it did a few months ago when he was attending classes in a different hallway, from a different teacher.

It’s Tuesday. It’s one of the only things on Izuku’s mind as the stragglers of his last class file out of the room. He’s more than grateful that the UA staff was open to him working here, even quirkless and injured but—

His phone rings. He starts a bit in his seat, still unused to people contacting him during work hours just to talk to him. Before he can reach for it, one of his student calls on their way out, “See you tomorrow, Mr. Midoriya! Say hi to Dynamight for us!”

He huffs a laugh, his cheeks pinking. “Don’t forget your paper’s due tomorrow!”

They giggle with their friends down the hall. Izuku smiles despite himself. A wave of nostalgia washes over him before he realizes his phone has been ringing this entire time, and then it morphs into something closer to panic.

Rushing before he has to call whoever is calling him back, he fumbles with his phone and brings it up to his ear. “Ah, hello? This is Midoriya.”

[Kida]

⊗ BAKUGOU KATSUKI

"Took you long enough to pick up."

An annoyed, tired huff leaves Katsuki's lips as Deku finally picks up the phone. Hearing a ringtone more than twice is enough to grind his gears on a good day; today was not a good day. It had been nearly 10 hours of repetitive, low-stakes hero work with a side of criticism from the press and other heroes about his attitude, which was particularly bad on this day due to interrupted sleep the night before.

His boot taps the cheap tile floor impatiently as he stands in line at the grocery store, a basket of ingredients in one hand as the other holds up his phone. He can feel a number of stares needling the back of his head and it's slowly starting to bug him -- sure, he didn't have enough time to change out of his hero uniform before heading to the store after work, but you'd think they had never seen Dynamight around with the way they were ogling him. Weirdos.

"We're still on for tonight, right?" Irritation laces the question as he knows how much of a workaholic this nerd is. He wasn't about to let him use work as an excuse to flake out again.

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✶✶midoriya izuku
“Hi, Kacchan. Yes, my day was good. Thank you for asking! How was yours?” It’s easy to have a smile break across his face in the privacy of his classroom, the din of students and other faculty fade as more people move towards the doors and a sweet breeze rustling the tree outside. Switching his phone from handheld to pinned between his ear and shoulder, he packs his bag in half a rush, taking a few seconds to make sure that his laptop gets in the sleeve correctly. “It’s crazy to think that you’ve never greeted me properly after all these years. You’ve always been so funny about honorifics.”

He huffs a laugh into the receiver when all he gets is a grunt in response. After he secures his bag over his head (with a little help from a recent mobility aid purchase), he grabs his keys and holds his phone back in his hand.

Talking to Kacchan is always a bit of a gamble, never any certainty about which mood he’s portraying and how true that is to his true feelings. It’s a fine line, and a dance Izuku likes to thinks he’s created a fine routine for. It’s good. It’s especially good when he calls like this, out of the blue but still routine enough that Izuku can’t call him out on it. A bit hilarious and a lot flattering. Izuku really shouldn’t read into it much, but sometimes he just can’t help it.

Today really has been good: his students were active participants, he had lunch with Mr. Aizawa and a few other teachers, and his arm was more of a dull ache than a sharp pain. He’ll still need to use some massage oil when he gets home, but he’s grateful for any relief at all after last night’s ridiculousness. He wonders distantly if Kacchan ordered batteries for his hearing aids since the last time he called.

Probably. He’s much less of a mess than Izuku ever was, especially in adulthood. Izuku would say he’s jealous if Kacchan wouldn’t take it as poorly as he most likely would. Age changes a lot of things, but Kacchan’s pride is not one of them.

“I’m about to lock my door,” he says instead of asking. Tuning in to the noises on the other end of the call, the edge of his mouth quirks up again. He waits until he’s out the door and near the exit before speaking up again. “What is the famous hero Dynamight making for dinner tonight? Hm… I wonder if it’s something with egg. Or meat… oh! Are you making katsudon? I’ve been meaning to pick some up.”

[Kida]

⊗ BAKUGOU KATSUKI

"My day was crap," Katsuki growls in response, glaring up at the florescent lights in the ceiling. One of them is blinking almost imperceptibly and it's really irking him. "Weird noises outside the apartment last night, didn't sleep well. And with work-- just a few low-grade thugs to destroy and a bunch of annoying news crews. You know how it goes." He chooses not to mention the grilling from fellow pro heroes about his attitude, internally blaming the poor sleep the night before. He's usually better. Probably.

Shifting his weight and placing his basket at the market's self checkout with the phone between his shoulder and ear, he looks sidelong at the contents. He's got plenty of rice and seasonings at home, so a fresh carton of eggs, some pork, and some panko breading are among the other snacks and produce. How did this loser know? He scoffs as he starts to scan and bag the groceries, ignoring the weird twinge of pride bubbling up as he realizes it's exactly what Deku wants to eat. Good, I guess.

"So you aren't flaking, that's good," he mumbles, wrapping up his purchases. He quietly waves off a random fan outside the store wanting an autograph with a scowl, making an irritated gesture to his phone as he keeps walking to his apartment with groceries in tow.

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✶✶midoriya izuku
Izuku frowns sympathetically. Kacchan getting into conflicts with his agency from time to time about his hero methods, but… It’s been a while since something like that has impacted him like this. He has a thought to ask for more details and pry, but he quickly dismisses it. Their relationship is fragile as is. Getting too antsy with Kacchan usually ends with both of them getting hurt.

Instead, he says, “I’m sorry to hear that. At least it’s over! I’m excited to see which movie you pick this time. I bought snacks from the mart just down the way. Did you buy any of those spicy ramen ones you like or were they out again?”

He smiles and nods to a few people he passes on his way to the doors. Briefly, he imagines Kacchan doing the same thing and has to stifle a laugh. He files the thought away for later, after the movie is long over and he’s staring at his ceiling in his shoebox apartment that somehow barely manages to fit his desk and his luggage. The thought of going back to it, empty and still too crowded, has his chest seizing before he remembers where he is and who he’s talking to.

Adjusting to adult life with his dud arm, and being a teacher at the school he holds so many memories in has been more difficult than he could ever say in words. The daily exercises, calling his mom and hearing her hold back what she really wants to say, getting texts from All Might only semi-frequently about his retirement, and then Kacchan. Kacchan. God, what he wouldn’t give to be in the center of the action just one more time…

He breathes. One foot in front of the other, he walks down the front staircase. One foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other…

[Kida]

⊗ BAKUGOU KATSUKI

"Nah, they were out," he murmurs with a hint of disappointment as he thinks about those ramen snacks. "I have plenty of the nori ones anyway."

Katsuki glances up at the sky while waiting at a crosswalk, taking a brief moment to admire the warm colors starting to appear on the horizon as the sun sets. Maybe the slow day at work wasn't so bad-- he wouldn't have to patch up any major scrapes tonight, at least. He briefly wonders how Deku's day at work has been and how he's felt in general lately, but a knot in his throat seems to stop him from asking. Those conversations are ones that Ochaco or Iida usually engage in and relate to him later; definitely not his forte. He's barely even sure what he should talk about with Deku since he started teaching. Their phone calls had often just been Deku yapping away while he listens, or just... moments of silence. Just knowing Deku was alive and well on the other end was comforting, in a way.

Wait, what? He shakes the thought away with a quiet growl as he approaches his apartment complex, starting to ascend the stairs. What movie would they watch...? He hadn't even thought about it, since he was so focused on what he'd be cooking.

"You're on your way, then?"