Bakugo was home alone, finishing up cooking dinner. He looked at the time and frowned. Izuku wasn't home yet, but he should have been thirty minutes ago.

But, speak of the devil even though he isn't a devil, the front door handle jiggled and then opened. Izuku looked disheveled as he closed the door, instantly taking his gamma mask off with a frown.

"Deku." Bakugo caught the attention of the greenette.

Izuku's frown disappeared and turned into a soft smile. He ripped off his gloves and placed them on the kitchen counter before approaching the blonde, who brought him into an embrace. He turned the stove off with one hand, then cradling the greenette's head.

"What's wrong?" The blonde asked, making Izuku face him.

Izuku hummed, placing his head against Bakugo's chest, "Patrol sucked. A guy decided to whip a knife out on me because he felt threatened."

"Did he slice you?" Bakugo questioned.

"Nope."

Bakugo ruffled the green curls, "Go change and we can eat."

Izuku nodded, pecking his lips against Bakugo's before heading to their bedroom to change. The blonde frowned, wishing the warmth of Izuku's lips could have stayed longer. He smacked himself in the head, trying to get those kind of thoughts out of his mind. He plated the food and set it on the table just as Izuku came back out to the kitchen with shorts and of course one of Bakugo's skull tshirts.

"Nice shirt, nerd." Bakugo chuckled.

Izuku playfully rolled his eyes as he sat down, "Looks better on me than you."

The blonde scoffed, "As if!"

The two laughed before eating. Throughout dinner they had small talk like, how was your day? Anything interesting if so what? Kaminari did what now? Any villain encounters? Those simple questions.

When dinner was finished, Izuku grabbed their dishes and went to wash them. Bakugo watched him, standing up and hugging him from behind. The greenette smiled, scrubbing the plate he held.

"I have an idea~" Bakugo spoke out.

"Nope." Izuku was quick to say.

"You dont even know what my fucking idea is." Bakugo growled, placing his head atop of Izuku's.

Izuku chuckled, "With that tone of voice I know exactly what your idea is."

"Then why can't we do it?" Bakugo asked.

"Because I said so."

"That doesn't help your reason~"

Izuku ignored him, placing the plate down to dry it. Though, he was hoisted up,his legs dangling from the ground as his back touched Bakugo's chest.

"Kacchan!" Izuku screeched, thrashing his legs around. "Put me down!"

"Hell no! Now stop fucking wiggling!" Bakugo said as he dragged Izuku out of the kitchen.

Izuku tried to pry Bakugo's hands off him, "Kacchan, I swear! I said no!"

"But I say yes!"

A minute passed with Izuku thrashing around in the arms of his lover. Bakugo tossed the greenette on the bed, which about made him topple off of it.

"You're stupid." Izuku grumbled, crossing his arms and tucking his knees to his chest.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, pulling the greenette onto his lap, "Relax. You're stressed."

"I'm not stressed." Izuku shot back. "I just had a tough night."

"Well, let me make it better." Bakugo whined, planting a couple of kisses to his cheek. "Let me love you!"

Izuku huffed with a slight chuckle, "There's a difference between loving and making love. I hope you know that."

"Fuck you, nerd." Bakugo scoffed, bringing the surprised greenette in for a kiss.