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Artist: Misa

Author’s Note: "The peak of winter and the Oak King smiles fondly at his husband, taking the lead in their year-long dance once again. The Holly King is filled with the warmth of love and the approaching spring as they continue their seasonal waltz."

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Preview # 6: Never Gonna Run Around (And Dessert You)

Pairings: Toogata Mirio/Amajiki Tamaki, Todoroki Shouto/Midoriya Izuku (minor), Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou (minor)

Warnings: Referenced Social Anxiety, Slight Panic Attacks

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Comments from the writer, Cherry: Yatta! I’ve made my food fic dreams come true! I’m really excited to see Tamaki shine in the upcoming season, and I hope I do his character and relationship with Mirio justice in this hilarious, lighthearted story. Working with Ninjaspoi and Misa have really inspired me! Their artworks and belief in me has kept me going, so please give them love!

Comments from the first artist, Ninjaspoi:  Finally I had a reason to draw Tamaki and Mirio! I love them so much and this AU give me so much love ♥ hopefully there will be more fanart soon!

Comments from the second artist, Indidere: This bang was such a blast!! Working with my friend on something like this was a great stress relief. I hope y'all enjoy our work!!

Artist: Misa

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Author: Misa

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A well-known fact is that Izuku’s fiancé is not a morning person. A lesser-known fact is that said fiancé can barely form a single coherent thought in the morning before he has his morning coffee.

Waking up to the gentle streaming of light through the thin curtains of their window, the freckled boy takes a moment to enjoy the peaceful sleeping face of his lover before planting a chaste kiss on the top of the other’s head. A grumble erupts from the lump of red and white fluff and Izuku giggles.

“G’morning, Shou-chan.”

“Nnnnngggh.”

The green-haired boy ruffles the other’s hair playfully. Leaning in again, he gives a butterfly kiss to the other’s temple before whispering to Shouto.

“I love you.”

Shouto lets out a breath of air as he smiles sleepily at the other.

“Mmm luf you...coffee…”

Izuku chuckles at his fiancé’s muddled reply.

“Do you love me? Or do you just love my coffee?” He teases before he feels the weight of an arm wrap around his waist. Pulled closer by the other’s warm embrace, he feels his stomach flutter as the other boy buries his face into his chest comfortably.

“...you.” The green-haired boy hears the reply muffled through his shirt as he tousles the other’s hair.

“I know, I know. I’m just teasing.” He feels the other pull tighter, another muffled whine.

“So mean…”

“Yes, yes. I’m a giant bully. If I make you some coffee will I be on your good side again?”

“Maybe, but...want to warm…”

“I see.” Izuku blushes at how affectionate his fiancé can be in the early hours of the morning. “What about if I make you some coffee and then we cuddle afterward?” Shouto hums in approval at the proposal but does not budge, his arms still firmly wrapped around the other’s waist.

“Shou, you know I can’t make the coffee if you don’t let go, right?”

“Noooo...make it from here...”

“My arms can’t reach that far. Unlike my mom, I didn’t gain minor telekinesis.”

“Fiiinneee.” The arms loosen just enough for Izuku to pull himself out of the warm bed and the other’s embrace.

“I’ll be right back, gosh.” With another light chuckle, the freckled boy pads his way towards the kitchen. It’s become a habit, but he can’t help but smile happily to himself as he measures out the ground coffee and pulls out the other’s favorite mug.

Humming to himself, he pours the freshly brewed coffee. Reaching into the fridge, he pulls out the half-and-half, filling the mug the rest of the way to the top before stirring and carefully walking back to the room, the pleasant aroma tickling his nose as he holds the mug in both hands to keep it steady as he makes his way to Shouto’s side of the bed.

Shouto, already sitting up on the edge of the bed, legs swung over haphazardly at the sight of coffee, holds his hand out to take the cup, leaning in to graze a peck on Izuku’s cheek during the exchange. The bed dips slightly as Izuku sits next to him to watch the sunrise in their daily routine.

Finishing the last chug of coffee, Shouto plants a much firmer kiss on his fiancé’s cheek. Setting the empty mug down on the bedside table, he looks over at the other before finally speaking clearer.

“G’Morning, ‘Zuku.”

“Come on, sleepyhead. We gotta get ready soon.” Izuku gets up from the bed but is stopped by a warm hand gently grabbing his wrist. Looking over, he sees Shouto pouting.

“You promised cuddles, liar.”

“We can do that after we get home from patrol but we need to get ready.” The freckled boy grabs the blue costume draped over the chair and throws it towards the other.

After a long day of hero work and patrol, the two finally arrive home. Tearing off his costume, the green-haired boy immediately throws himself into a hot shower before curling up into the comfort of their bed. The other soon follows suit, both freshly clean and exhausted, they fall asleep quickly in the other’s embrace. Late morning arrives and one opens his eyes groggily at the bright light streaming through the thin curtains of their window.

Looking over at the other boy sleeping soundly beside him, he lets a tired smile slip from his lips as he quietly sneaks out of the bed. Carefully shifting his weight so as to not make the frame creak, he hisses quietly to himself as the freezing cold tiles of the floor make contact with his feet as he pads his way down to the kitchen.

Reaching for the container of ground coffee, he pulls out two mugs. Setting a kettle of water to boil, he scoops the grounds into the filter before he begins to brew coffee for one as he rummages through the pantry.

He pulls out a variety of ingredients, messily arranging them on the counter before he stops to pour a cup of coffee into one mug. Reaching into the fridge, he grabs the half-and-half. Taking a sip from the mug, he winces slightly before adding more of the cream and sipping once more. Perfect.

He flinches as he pulls out a mixing bowl, the sound much louder than he anticipated. Measuring out the ingredients, he dumps them all into the bowl, whisking carefully before he pours out the mixture bit by bit onto the griddle, a tall stack of fluffy pancakes slowly starting to form as he goes through the batter. Satisfied with his work, he nods to himself.

The whistle of the kettle pulls his attention away from the delicious looking tower of breakfast. Sticking a tea bag inside the other mug, he gently pours hot water over it. As he lets the tea steep, he grabs a tray and a plate, loading it with pancakes and topping them all with plenty of syrup. Taking the teabag out of the mug, he pours some honey into the cup, stirring it quickly to help it dissolve. He sets both mugs onto the tray before carefully gripping it from both sides as he makes his way back to the bedroom. His fiancé is still sound asleep when he reaches the foot of the bed and calls out to him.

“G’Morning, ‘Zuku.”

“Nnnn…” The green-haired boy stirs awake at the sound of the other’s voice, stretching and yawning before he looks at the empty space on Shouto’s side of the bed. His eyes trail from the spot the usual mess of red and white fluff is towards the sound of the voice and his eyes light up.

“Shou-chan, Good Mor-- Are those pancakes?”

“So it would seem.”

“Did you make those yourself?”

“I did.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“It’s because I love you.” Shouto smiles with certainty as he brings the tray to the other boy, taking his mug of coffee. Blushing brightly, Izuku grabs the tray, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed as he sits up. Sitting next to Izuku, the other takes a sip from his mug, watching as the freckled boy digs into the fresh stack of pancakes.

He hears the frame creak as the bed dips slightly at the shift of the weight and Shouto feels a firm kiss against his cheek.

“I love you, too. Thank you, Shou-chan.”

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