moreee Tdbkdk farmhand AU lol
As their new farmhand, Izuku’s works from dawn till dusk, running around making sure everything on the property is in working order.
He scribbles his work schedule, notes and findings into his seemingly endless stockpile of notebooks. & while it may annoy Katsuki to no end, they can’t deny its effectiveness.
Izuku is on top of everything and the farm has never been more organized. When Katsuki or Shouto manage to catch Izuku in one spot long enough to comment, it’s only praise.
So they can’t help automatically feeling like shit when their wandering eyes get the better of them when Izuku’s just doing his job.
Usually they’ll disperse and leave Izuku to his work when they catch themselves staring a little too long, but they’re at their wits end with how often it happens.
More recently Izuku’s dedication to his job and nearly non-stop work ethic has been resulting in him showering and sleeping over at the house.
The latter of the two doesn’t really bother them since they have the space and they both know how hard he works.
“I'm sorry, but could I use your shower again? A bag of fertilizer got away from me and could use a good rinse.”
Shoto mimics the human embodiment of what a 404 error would look like. Katsuki pinches his nose.
“Forfucksake, yes just do it quickly.”
“Great!” Izuku chirps then disappears into their bedroom bathroom, and reappear shortly after sans a shirt.
“S-sorry can one of you come and show me how the shower works?”
Shouto takes one look, then faints like a victorian ingénue.
Now it happens so much that Katsuki and Shoto start to have discussions about whether they should let him go for courtesy’s sake.
He’s by far the best hand they’ve had, but the pinning and the guilt were eating them alive.
…at least until Shoto comes downstairs to prep so Katsuki can cook breakfast and catches Izuku jerking off on their couch.
Clearly the greenette didn’t see him, but he swears he’s close enough to see the morning light sheen of sweat on Izuku’s tanned skin. Near enough to hear his voice catching with every breath as he strokes himself closer to his release.
Shoto freezes and backs off before he’s caught when he hears his little breathy frustrated moans start to form words.
“..h-haa-s-shouc-chan…k-kacchan..ah-!”
Shoto times out for a couple seconds then snaps out of it and creeks back upstairs to the safety of their shared bedroom.
Shoto leans over and starts waking a resistant blonde, who groans and refuses to lift his sleep mask.
“I swear to god, this better be fucking good..”
Despite having already left the living room, and walking up Katsuki, Shoto speaks in a hushed tone.
“I think that Izuku should stay for dinner tonight.”
Even with his sleep, mask still on, Shoto can tell when Katsuki looks confused. 
Already in the midst of rolling back over as of what Shoto he just said didn’t affect him or his sleep right now. Mostly because it doesn’t.
“??-sure? Like I fucking care, but why?”
Shoto purses his lips together and then whispers in the still sleeping blonde’s ear.
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