#boompunch

“ KACCHAN! ”  izuku’s shoulders come up to nearly touch his ears as he feels the wet pasta slap down on top of his head, some of the noodles dangling in front of his eyes mockingly before dropping down to the floor or onto his shoulders. “ that was our dinner … ”  he mumbles, feeling equal parts frustrated and surprised. it had been so long since he’d seen kacchan’s playful side, he’d nearly forgotten it existed — well …. playful for kacchan, that is.

an idea hits izuku then, a spur of the moment decision that he doesn’t think about much before he sets it in motion, and he digs a hand into the bowl of ground meat, grabbing a hearty handful —– before mushing it into bakugo’s face.

“ oh … that may have been too much … ”  because now bakugo looks like something straight out of a horror movie. or like halfway to becoming one of those meatball things himself that shishikura-san from shiketsu was able to make.

 he’d been halfway to apologizing before stopping himself — turnabout was fair play, right? and kacchan had started it, so … he couldn’t just back down!   “ are you okay, kacchan? ”  he asks instead, reaching up to pick a lump of meat off and looking a mix of concerned and amused.

       he waits. ----- with exhaustion creeping in his bones & eyes sharp against the kid’s rounded face. he waits. a breath in & shouta adjusts the grit of threads into a more comfortable & less taxing position on around his neck. “alright.” he starts. hand lowering & deadpan lifting. “explain to me what that was.” 

      “if you keep making faces like that, it’ll freeze.” it’s open-natured. light. a joke to break the palpable tension radiating around the kid like a storm. the moment breaks, & toshinori lumbers to sit across from him all while prompting the other to an open, listening audience to whatever’s on his mind. 

❝  Wha —-  Who ?  ❞     Who was knocking on her door like that ?  She was in the middle of something very important !  The main girl in the drama she was watching almost got hit by a car !!  With a small frown spreading across the curvature of her cheeks, she gravitated towards the door :  with hesitation weighing on her hold, she slowly opened the door to peek at the thunderous nebula hovering outside her abode.     ❝  Bakugou-kun…?  ❞

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