#brown-rice

When Katsuki, at the tender age of four, decided that a career in pro heroism was his destiny, he always imagined it would consist of kicking ass, being featured on the daily news, and constantly being hoarded by annoyingly doting fans. While his past self was, to an extent, right, there was one thing that the media left out in the life of a hero—paperwork.

Mountains of it.

He lets out a groan, leaning back in his chair to stare into the ceiling of the office. Deku glances up and gives him a small, sympathetic smile before returning to his own incident report, undoubtedly jotting down every minuscule detail of their fight, pen rapidly scratching against paper. Even five years out of high school, the nerd still manages to take the most notes out of everyone he knows. It comes in handy sometimes, but still, it’s unnecessary—he doubts the police even read half the shit they’re required to send in after an altercation.

“How’s your novel coming?” He asks, gesturing to the form on Deku’s desk. “Think it’ll make the best seller’s list?”

“Ha, ha,” Deku says, deadpan, “You’re hilarious.”

“And you’re tired,” Katsuki says, standing up. “You only get sarcastic when you want to sleep.”

Deku frowns, dropping his pen. “Yeah, well,” He shrugs. “I need to finish this.”

“I can see the bags under your eyes,” Katsuki presses. “A few hours ago you bumped into a desk and apologized to it.”

“That was just reflex!” Deku protests, affronted.

Katsuki snorts, leaning over his partner’s desk. “Listen, Deku. We still have until Monday to finish these. We spent all of today fighting those bastards. It’s late. You’re exhausted. I’m exhausted. Let’s just say to hell with it and call it a night.”

“Kacchan…” Deku says, looking reluctantly tempted. “I should really get this done.”

“You’re so stubborn,” Katsuki complains, although the words come out fonder than he intends them to. “We can worry about it tomorrow. The paperwork won’t multiply overnight.”

At Deku’s troubled expression, he leans in further, brushing his lips against his neck, trailing soft, deliberate kisses up to his ear. “Come home with me,” he murmurs, pleased at the little shiver the words elicit.

“You’re terrible,” Deku says, standing up, but Katsuki can hear the wobble in his voice that betrays the lie. “I can’t believe I fell in love with such a bad influence.”

“It’s not my fault you’re easily seduced,” Katsuki says, grinning. He offers his hand. “You coming or what?”

9: what is the aesthetic of your current project?

bloody knuckles, bared teeth, locks and chains, low red lighting, and tired, desperate eyes. 

Y’all have the same taste.  And that is, Very Good.

Katsuki came home to the smell of cooking food.  He wandered towards the kitchen where Deku was standing at the stove moving something around in a wok.  An apron was tied around his waist and framed his butt in a way that drew Katsuki’s attention.  He was also humming and swaying side to side to the tune.

Katsuki approached on silent feet and wrapped his arms around Deku’s waist in an embrace.  Deku startled, but calmed when Katsuki dropped a kiss on his shoulder.

“Oh, Kacchan, you startled me,” Deku said.  Kacchan glanced over his shoulder to see him mixing up some fried rice.

“Looks good,” he said.  Deku turned around in his arms and smiled up at him.

“Really?”

“Really,” Katsuki said.  He gave Deku a smile.  Deku froze and stared. Katsuki dropped the smile. “What?”

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

Katsuki scoffed and turned Deku back around to face the stove.

“Don’t burn the rice, you nerd,” he said.  Deku laughed at him as he returned his attention to the rice. 

david blease where are you buying this (if i was on my phone there would be the eye emoji right here)

Pairings

1. Luke x Tear

2. Asbel x Cheria

3. (Yuri x [Estelle) x Flynn] 

4. Asch x Natalia

5. Zelos x Sheena

Characters

1. Luke fon Fabre

2. Cheria Barnes

3. Emil Castagnier

4. Spada Belforma

5. Flynn Scifo

6. Zelos Wilder

7. Sorey

8. Cress Albane

9. Chloe Valens