《Growing Old》Two
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Bakugo burst through the door of his home, "Honey, I'm home~!"
"Don't ever say that again." Izuku said as he walked up to him and planted a kiss on his lips.
"Why not?" Katsuki pressed with a smirk, following the greenette to the kitchen. "You hate the name? How about babe?"
"No."
"Baby?"
"Kacchan-"
"Honey bunches!"
Izuku laughed, stirring the noodles in the pot, "We've never called each other with names like that before. What's got you doing it now?"
"Well," Bakugo started, taking off his mask, headpieces, and such. "Kirishima was doing it to Mina today and it made me realize that we don't... you know... call each other anything."
"Aw, your jealous." Izuku realized.
"Fuck you! No I'm not!" Bakugo countered.
Izuku snorted, "Go change, doofus."
Bakugo scoffed going to their bedroom and changing into sweatpants and a tank top. He walked back out and looked at Izuku making dinner.
"You're doing it wrong." Bakugo huffed.
Izuku gasped in defense, "I am not!"
"But you're not adding enough spice." Bakugo chuckled, moving next to Izuku. "I should cook more."
"You can if you get home earlier and not do arm wrestles after patrol." Izuku deadpanned.
"That was one time!" Bakugo exclaimed.
Izuku laughed, "And that one time you got hurt."
Izuku moved to plate their food and Bakugo followed, "But it wasn't even my fault! If I hadn't gotten electrocuted, I would have been fine."
"Fair point." Izuku said, placing their food down on the table. "Now, sit down and stop following me like a lost puppy."
Bakugo huffed with a grin, "Bark Bark, Deku~"
"Oh my god." Izuku snorted, his laughter filling the room. "Just sit down and eat."
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"I happily will." Bakugo chuckled, taking a seat.
The two sat down and ate, pushing each other to their limits with comments and jokes. Then they argued about a cat or a dog, and who the best hero was, Ground Zero or Deku.
They agreed on All Might.
"Give me the dishes, dipshit." Bakugo ordered, being handed the dirty dishes and going to the sink to clean them.
Izuku was quick to be at his side, "You need to shower. Let me do the dishes."
"Are you claiming I stink?" Bakugo asked.
"Yes." Izuku blurted out, but quickly covered his mouth.
Bakugo's jaw hung in an offended awe, "Your dead, Deku."
"I didn't mean to say it like that!" Izuku screeched, running from the blonde who chased him.
"But you did!" Bakugo yelled, pouncing on the greenette, which sent the two tumbling to the floor of the living room with a thud.
"Stupid." Izuku coughed. "That hurt."
"Well, you butchered my feelings today." Bakugo grumbled, laying his whole body weight on Izuku.
Izuku struggled to push the blonde off, "Kacchan, move!"
"No."
"Move~!" Izuku whined.
Bakugo rolled off of him, laying in his back next to Izuku, who was doing the same. The greenette murmured a thank you, but then rolled on top of Bakugo.
"I thought you said I stink." Bakugo countered, poking Izuku's cheek.
The greenette shrugged, "I'm living with this for the rest of my life, aren't I?"
"I mean, you better be." Bakugo snorted.
"I wouldn't think otherwise." Izuku smiled. "Two more days, you nervous?"
"Hell no." Bakugo proudly said. "You?"
Izuku shrugged, "A little. It's a big step, you know?"
"I get that, but we're doing it together." Bakugo informed.
"And that's what matters."
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