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Katsuki doesn't often check his social media accounts. Unless it's the Hero-Vogue uploading yet another photos of hero Deku in his hero costume or shirtless and beautifully laid out in bed disheveled in his Calvin Klein underwear. But that's beside the point. Katsuki Bakugo doesn't check his social media to squint through the tags 'rain check' and 'cuddle weather' at 6 in the fucking morning.
Much to his dismay, his chronically online friends did really have to contribute to the tag and tease him about it. They all either uploaded their story or posted a picture of their lover sleeping soundly beside them while cuddling. And Denki Kaminari being the absolute fuck that he is just had to tag him in the caption.
turns out im ahead of u @bkgkats
It's a photo of Kyoka snuggled on Denki's neck and Denki wickedly grinning at the camera as if tagging Katsuki wasn't enough to emphasize his intention of irritating the man. Katsuki is already planning on murdering him if he saw this son of a bitch back at the agency.
More notifications popped up in their groupchat, not wanting to read anymore shit from his friends, Katsuki tossed his phone off and plopped down back to bed, rubbing both of his eyes in frustration. The thing is, he did plan to have his share of the 'cuddle weather'. He had already planned on making breakfast, prepping his hoodie for Izuku to wear, having matching All Might socks, rewatching their favorite All Might series, kissing him, and maybe having some good sex afterward. However, all of those plans came crashing down like the pouring rain when they received a mail that morning from the agency that hero Deku, being absent from yesterday's operation for attending a 3-day seminar as a UA teacher, is ought to report for duty today.
Katsuki is bound to explode whoever is in those seats decided for the nerd to not have a day off like the rest of them.
Truth be told Katsuki can try requesting the boards for Izuku to have his day off. He had suggested this to the boy when he tried to get out of Katsuki's arms. But his nerdy ass only reasoned out "we can't be selfish Kacchan" before kissing Katsuki on the forehead as an apology and slipping out of bed to run the shower.
Katsuki yet again let out a sigh in frustration.
He hears the water still running from the bathroom and the soft singing from Izuku's lips. With a litany of curses muttered under his breath, Katsuki heaves himself up from the bed and stomps towards where Izuku is. The door was left wide open so he had less trouble taking long strides towards the shower and smashing his body against Izuku's back. Katsuki buried his face in Izuku's nape and enveloped him in his arms. He almost flinched when the cold water hit him. Seriously, why the fuck this shitty nerd prefer cold showers? He heard Izuku gasp against him.
"Kacchan!"
"Stay." Was all Katsuki replied. Izuku scrambled out of his grasp to turn to look at him. Katsuki lifted his head, his nose and forehead now covered in soap. The nerd laughed at this and lifted his wet hands to rinse the bubbles off with the running water.
"You know I can't," Izuku replied softly as he started to wipe the soap off of Katsuki's forehead. Like he was gently engraving their responsibilities as heroes into Katsuki's head. Katsuki hates to look like one, but right now, his lips jutted into a pout and looked at Izuku like a wet, kicked kitten. "Oh, don't give me that look Kacchan."
Katsuki tsked. "I've been kissing you through my fucking phone screen these past few days and now that you're back you're only gonna kiss my damn forehead and would rather spend the day saving others before saving my longing heart? I made sure I was delectable and shirtless when I slept, was I that easy to resist, huh, shitty Deku?"
Izuku blinked, mouth agape, ridiculed.
Katsuki felt his face heat up, he looked away from embarrassment and muttered "shut the fuck up". Izuku bursts out laughing. Katsuki almost melted at the sound.
"Oh my, Kacchan..." Izuku giggled between his words. "What do you think is the cold shower for?" He raised a teasing brow. Katsuki felt his vein popped.
"You fucking—"
Izuku cuts him off by sealing his lips on his. Katsuki leaned into it and Izuku hummed, he could feel the nerd smiling. Not wanting to let go, Katsuki raised a hand to Izuku's nape and pulled him closer while his other hand slithers down to Izuku's lower back and grabbed a handful of ass. Izuku moaned against him.
They kissed for a while, exchanging chuckles and i miss yous until the cold shower was no longer felt between their shared warmth. Katsuki took the soap from Izuku's hands and began washing him.
"Just so you know I did kiss you on the lips when I returned last night, but you were so knocked out you didn't notice." Izuku said. Katsuki only grunted in response before instructing the nerd to turn around so he could wash his back and lower extremities.
"Anything I should know about the seminar?" He decides to ask instead.
Izuku hummed. "Nothing really. They're publishing a book about quirk counseling though. It'll be composed of all the theories and concepts on how to handle different quirks made by registered heroes and advisers alike. Ochako will be part of it."
This time it was Katsuki's turn to hum. "That's good to know. We wouldn't want another incident like Shibuya." Izuku's face grimaces.
The incident had cost more than 100 lives because of malpractice in aiding a meta quirk on a rampage. It led to the government facing another conflict again. This happened a year ago after Izuku got his suit, before their relationship started, and Katsuki had spent days on end trying to calm the nerd for not being able to save everyone, again.
Fortunately, Izuku found his resolve again, now fiercer, and stronger. Katsuki saw right through it. The oath in those beautiful, determined green eyes that he'll try harder to be here, there, and help. Not here to laze the day with Katsuki, though.
Katsuki rolled his eyes. With the rain pouring angrily outside, he's sure Izuku will have a long shift to go.
He can't just get that heroic stick out of the nerd's fucking ass, can he?
Katsuki rinsed Izuku off with care, threw the towel to his dumb face and shoved him out of the shower. "Go now before I start eating you out," he grunted. Izuku sputters.
"Y-you won't let me wash you?" Katsuki scoffed at him.
"Are you saying you'll be absent?"
"No, Kacchan."
Katsuki pointed at the dent of his soaked boxers. "I'm gonna take care of this." Izuku followed his finger and his face pinked. "You go get dressed 'cause you'll be late. I haven't cooked anything but there are leftovers in the fridge, just heat 'em up."
Katsuki expected Izuku to get going, even expected him jolting and sprinting and tripping on the way out, but instead, he took a step closer into the shower again. Katsuki almost missed that sly smirk playing on the nerd's lips. And because Katsuki Baguko underestimated the ability of Izuku Midoriya to be both an asshole and a tease, he almost exploded when the nerd licked his lips and went, "goodluck, baby," like it'll make it easier for him.
He had been sure he stared off at their opened bathroom door minutes after Izuku's ass went out of sight. Maybe he even took a couple more minutes than intended under the shower trying to finish some business, if his pruned fingers were anything to go by. God, Katsuki doesn't know anymore. His whole senses were just jarred up with numbness and frustration trying to get his dick down. He thinks he may have heard Izuku calling him out and their front door closing. Katsuki sags like a wet tissue as he tries to dry himself off. He got out of the bathroom, making a beeline towards their closet when he almost missed it.
A mop of green hair peeking under the covers.
Katsuki snorted. Little shit.
He immediately finds his phone and took a quick snap for their groupchat and types who says I won't be getting cuddles now you assholes.
Tossing his phone to the side again, without waiting for replies, he dived towards Izuku and wrapped his arms around him. Katsuki laughed heartily.
He feels genuinely happy.
"You fucking tease." He felt Izuku shuddering beneath him, stifling his laughter. "Do you think you can get away, huh, 'zuku?" He kissed the small exposed skin of the nerd's nape, completely missing the lack of freckles. As Katsuki ruffled the mop of green hair, it went along with his hand until it was detached from the yellow hair it was attached to.
Denki fucking Kaminari comes to show under the covers. Staring at Katsuki with the exact pale expression as the latter.
"D-do you wanna cuddle with me, Kacchan?" Denki tried to smile.
Katsuki saw two things.
Red.
And a fucking white flash from Tape Ass and Shitty Hair's phone before he blasted Dunce Face to coma.
(He may or may not be exaggerating)