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It had been two weeks since Yuga had pointed out the strange closeness between Blasty and Mido and she had to admit, now that the possibility was in front of her, she could see the potential.
It took her three more weeks to see the actual phenomenon for herself, though.
She was going to visit her parents this weekend so she was downstairs early—beelining for the kitchen so that she could down some cereal and maybe some coffee if Katsuki had left any in the pot before his ridiculous training regimen.
She stumbled into the kitchen, backpack over her shoulder, only to come face to face with Katsuki himself. "The fuck are you doing up this early?" he groused.
"Going home for the weekend," she replied sleepily.
He gave her a cursory once-over before scowling. "You look tired as shit. Sit down."
She complied easily—not wanting to incite his ire this early in the morning. She had some sense of self-preservation. Not a lot, but some. "I need to eat breakfast, though," she remembered, moving to get back up.
"I'm already making breakfast," he snapped. "I'll just make more."
"Oh! Thanks," she grinned, chest flooding with warm affection. "You're the best."
He scoffed. "Fuckin' obviously."
"Modest, too," she teased.
Katsuki cooked while she waited, fiddling on her phone. He was one of the few people she felt comfortable being silent around—one of the few people who didn't need her to be at full energy to be appreciated. Just let her be in whatever state she came in without any judgement beyond his baseline level of superiority.
"Oh, good morning Mina!"
She flinched at the sudden volume change, head snapping to the door. Izuku stood there in...oh. Her eyes widened as she scanned him.
He was in Katsuki's long-sleeved skull shirt and pajama bottoms. Looking sleep-rumpled and soft. What the hell? "Morning Mido," she replied. He was already sauntering over to Katsuki, peering over his shoulder.
"Aw, are you making pancakes?" he asked, voice a little rough from sleep but sounding excited anyway. "Can I have some?"
"Why the fuck else would I be making them, shithead? I fucking hate pancakes," Katsuki barked, placing a hand squarely over Izuku's face and shoving him away. "Make yourself useful and go get plates."
"Okay, okay," he laughed. "But what do you mean you hate pancakes? You loved the ones my mom made—"
"I was being polite—"
"Then why'd you have three servings—"
"Shut the fuck up. Grab a plate for Pinky, too."
Mina watched the entire exchange with wide eyes. It was all so domestic. Izuku was wearing Katsuki's clothes while Katsuki made his favorite breakfast. Teasing and bickering like an old married couple. Like it was just...something they did regularly. Like, sure they argued all the time, but about...breakfast with their parents? What the fuck was happening?
Was Yuga right?
Izuku set the table while Mina stared at them, completely oblivious to her shock and awe. "Do we need to go grocery shopping?" he asked.
"Yeah," Katsuki replied, flipping a pancake that he was making for Izuku specifically. If he'd just been cooking for himself he'd have made an omelet or something, even if he had a secret love of pancakes. He was just so disciplined. "We're almost out of veggies. We have a carrot and an eggplant left."
Mina's mind stalled again. We? As in communal grocery shopping? Shared groceries? Groceries that they were going to SHARE?
"Didn't you also need to pick up one of your ten-thousand face goops?" Izuku asked, a teasing smile playing across his lips. Were his eyes actually hooded right now? Was he flirting?
This had to be a fever dream.
"Yeah, because I'm sharing with you now, asshole."
They shared face products.
As they continued to bicker, Izuku finished setting the table and then dove straight into performing auxiliary breakfast functions, like slicing fruit and brewing coffee. All the while, he was working alongside Katsuki in seamless harmony, like they'd done this a thousand times.
Finally, they sat down with her. Katsuki forked pancakes onto her plate and Izuku passed her syrup and fruit salad—all while basically ignoring her to bicker with each other.
She watched, perplexed, as Katsuki forked the strawberries from his plate onto Izuku's. "Kacchan, you like strawberries too—"
"Not as much as you do, nerd. Shut the fuck up and eat them."
She watched as an honest to god blush bloomed over Izuku's features. This was the most adorable bullshit she'd ever seen. Because she was pretty positive they weren't actually dating. Neither of them had any poker face at all. But damn it, they might as well be dating.
Her heart leapt to her throat a moment later. Izuku tried to push some strawberries back onto Katsuki's plate, and Katsuki smacked the fork out of his hand. Then he grabbed Izuku's hand. And just...held it.
"Eat them!" Izuku whined.
"No. You've lost your dominant hand privileges now, dork. Eat and suffer," Katsuki barked, threading their fingers together as he stabbed his own pancake and started to eat. Izuku pouted but followed orders, picking up the fallen fork with his lesser dominant hand and digging in.
While he simply...held Katsuki's hand over the table.
She needed to document this. She had to. Because she was still kinda sleepy and not entirely convinced that this wasn't some sort of dream-state hallucination.
She picked up her phone, pretending to text someone. She still didn't want to get murdered with an explosion. She wasn't that out of it. And—making sure her phone volume was completely off—she snapped a picture. A picture that was going to make it into their future wedding slideshow. She'd make sure of it.
Both boys, eating pancakes with rumpled hair and pajamas on. Izuku wearing Katsuki's shirt. Eyes smiling even as they bickered. Holding hands.
She stared at the picture for a moment too long and clearly zoned out on it, because:
"MINA!" Izuku yelled. She jolted, looking up with a wild look in her eye. Had she been caught? "Didn't you need to catch a train? That's why you're up so early, right?"
Mina glanced back at her phone, only to panic. "FUCK! I gotta go," she blabbered, stuffing the last forkful of pancakes in her mouth and grabbing her bag. "Thanks gays! GUYS! Thanks guys!" she screeched before sprinting away.
Fuck, that had been a close call.
But now that she'd escaped, she knew what she had to do.
First, she had to start a betting pool when she got back. Second, she had to make sure they got together before graduation.
Third, she had to help Eijirou soundproof his room.