while many people laid in bed when they found themselves unable to sleep, that sort of thing was something that katsuki could never do if he couldn’t sleep. sitting still never fucking helped him to fall asleep a day in his life, so he would fill his sleepless hours with activity. so, that’s why, at about two in the morning, the blond finds himself making food in the dorm’s kitchen.
a voice cuts through his focus and there is suddenly annoyance blossoming in his chest. of course it had to be him – crimson hues travel a short distance to look upon midoriya, an annoyance he’s been trying to tolerate nowadays. the task is a huge one to ask of katsuki, but for the happiness of his (maybe) friends, he wouldn’t try to bite off his head. well, if he wasn’t egged on –
he responds first with an acknowledging grunt, turning his attention back to the ingredients he was preparing before he actually speaks to the curly haired teenager, “none of your fucking business, nerd.” what the fuck did deku think? does katsuki look like he would cook after waking up? he’s fucking dumb, it seems.
Hearing his response, it made Izuku shrink a bit. It was always like this, he looked up to Kacchan, he was always strong and never backed down from anything. Yet Izuku? Up until recently, all he could do was run at things blindly and pray for the best. He had no power, no way to help, not until recently that is.
Using the power of that thought, Izuku slowly started to stand up straight, once again regaining his posture. That’s right, he wasn’t the weak child that used to be bullied anymore...He can stand up for himself now, so he was going to do so.
Slowly walking towards the other and stopping a few feet away from him to watch what he was doing for a few seconds. After another few seconds of staring, he finally choose to spoke. “What are you making? I was going to have a snack and head back. Though if you’re going to have a meal...I can join you so you don’t have to eat out here by yourself Kacchan.”
