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"Achoo!"

Midoriya didn't pay much mind to the sound. It was probably just Eijiro sneezing in his sleep.  He didn't want to wake the redhead up. He knew it was his day off and Kacchan was already out for the day and on patrol. Midoriya decided to make breakfast as a little thank you to his pro hero boyfriend in the other room.

A thank you that Midoriya gave out quite a lot in many ways, actually. He thanked his boyfriends in a lot of different ways. For being them, for loving him and taking care of him, and for treating him like an equal.

But today, he was thanking Eijiro for his hard work as a hero.

He hummed a little, swaying his hips a little at the music he had playing softly off to the side. He focused on his cooking, not wanting to burn the food like last time. He was considering making a meal just for Eijiro. Midoriya's own meal could wait. Not that he needed it much, he bitterly thought to himself.

He shooed the thought away in an instant, trying not to relive old memories from his school days. Eijiro and Kacchan told him he was fine just the way he was, anyways. He was still having a rough time getting used to it but he was slowly adjusting and seeing himself in a more positive light.

"...kuuu..."

Midoriya heard a faint mumble, pausing in his cooking as he reached over to turn off the music. He turned the stove down and listened for the noise again.

"..zukuuuu Izukuuuuu...." It was Eijiro, but he sounded oddly exhausted for having just woken up. Midoriya turned to look at the food on the stove for a second before turning back to face the direction of their bedroom.

"I'll be right there, sweetheart!" He called out before tending to the food, making sure it was safe to leave it alone when he headed over to his boyfriend.

Kirishima quite literally felt like shit.

His head hurt, his nose was stuffy, and the aches and pain through his body made everything worse. Not to mention his sore throat. And that wasn't even the worst of it- his little bear of a boyfriend wasn't even in the bed to cuddle with.

Kirishima just wanted to snuggle into Izuku and hope that would make the pain go away. Because Izuku always fixed things, he was so good at it and taking care of people. Which is kind of why Kirishima was always oddly excited to get sick.

That is, until he was actually sick and felt like dog barf.

He heard footsteps coming from down the hall and looked up to see Izuku waddling in, a look of worry etched on his face.

Just seeing his round boyfriend made him want to pull him in bed and kiss all over his soft skin. He wanted to map out all of his freckles with his lips and connect them like constellations.

The bed dipped and Kirishima watched Izuku climb over to where he was at, sitting down beside where Kirishima was laying on the large bed. Izuku brushed away the red locks that had been covering Kirishima's forehead; the redhead was wearing his hair down.

Izuku's chubby hand was then placed on his forehead and Kirishima allowed it. He closed his eyes at the feeling of Izuku's hand on his head, saddened when it had moved away a brief second later.

"Eijiro you're burning up! Here let me-"

Kirishima watched Izuku move to get up but he grabbed him by his wrist. "No...please don't leave," Kirishima whined, feeling exhausted, "C'mere I wanna cuddle."

Izuku's face faltered a little before a small frown appeared on his face, "We need to get you some food, medicine, and water first, Eiji. And you're supposed to have cold stuff so that fever of yours can go down. You know all I am is warm."

"But I'm cold," Kirishima argued.

Though Izuku didn't listen as he pushed himself off the bed and headed out of the room to get everything prepared.

Kirishima pouted a bit, sitting a little away from Izuku as he ate the breakfast Izuku made. It was good, don't get him wrong, but it would've been so much better if Izuku was sitting tucked by his side.

He looked over, trying not to tilt his head too much so that the wet cloth on his forehead wouldn't fall off.

Izuku was texting someone, most likely Katsuki, on his phone. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, seemingly distancing himself from Kirishima.

Not even a second later had Izuku's phone gone off. The greenette turned his head to Eijiro before clicking the answer button, placing the phone on speaker.

"Hi Kacchan!" Izuku greeted.

"Nerd," Katsuki greeted briefly in his own way.

"You're on speaker, by the way," Izuku hummed, looking at Kirishima. His little giddy mood had turned a bit solemn when looking at the redhead. Kirishima could tell in the way his eyebrows furrowed the tiniest bit and his lips were fighting the urge to morph into a frown. "Eijiro's sick," he continued.

"Well I'm coming home," Katsuki declared. Kirishima was about to interject when he opened his mouth, because Katsuki shouldn't just abandon his hero work just like that.

It seemed Izuku thought the same when he started to sputter, "Kacchan! It's fine I have it handled you don't need to-"

"No, it's because I'm sick too, nerd," Katsuki cut in, "The agency is making me go home."

"Oh," was all Izuku said in reply.

Now that Kirishima thought about it, Katsuki did sound a little rough. His voice was all worn and it never really got like that, surprisingly. Even with all the yelling it was usually fine the next day. Not to mention the way Katsuki sounded a bit tired.

"So Shitty Hair you can't fucking hog him the whole damn time," Katsuki snapped.

As much as Kirishima loved his boyfriend, he hated him at that moment. He was looking forward to having Izuku all to himself and convincing him to have a movie marathon with him. Just them two while they sit on the couch and cuddle. Kirishima would have the chubby male in his lap and the redhead would be able to adore his body as the movies played, squeezing and rubbing all the softness of Izuku's body.

And Izuku would be happily snuggled up to him, munching on some popcorn while they found comfort in each other's company.

Sure, Katsuki would have to come home eventually and join but Kirishima's been deprived of Izuku time lately. Mostly due to his hero work and Izuku's work days not aligning. Kirishima just wanted to spend some alone time with Izuku.

As much as he loves being with Katsuki, being in a relationship with Izuku is still new to him.

"Yeah yeah..." Kirishima murmured dejectedly.

Fuck Autumn.

Bakugo doesn't care if he had to fight satan himself, he just wanted shitty weather like this to go away. Because it was fucking with his hero work! He's trying to go up in the ranks not be down in the slums when he gets fucking fired!

Okay. Maybe he was being the tiniest bit dramatic bit that's not the point.

The point is that Autumn sucks ass. And don't even get him started when winter rolls around. His quirk isn't at its peak performance because of his lack of sweat and everyone is all happy and shit because of the holidays.

But then his brain reminded him of the thought of Deku having a little more weight on him because of the colder months.

Well not because it was getting cold but rather he would work from home more and stress eat a lot.

And all of a sudden Bakugo couldn't wait to get home.

The queasiness settled in his stomach started to make another nasty appearance and Bakugo covered his mouth with his hand, almost halfway done taking his hero suit off in the locker rooms.

Fuck. He just wanted to get home and rest his head on Deku's plush thighs. He swore those things had healing properties or drugs because Bakugo was always so relaxed and in bliss after biting, rubbing, squeezing, or laying on them.

And that wasn't even the best part.

Bakugo loved laying on his chest; Deku had a soft one. Not to mention that glorious ass of his too. One of Bakugo's favorite places to be was laying on his thighs while his face was smushed in that huge, soft gut Deku had. It was the most comfortable place Bakugo could think of and that's all he wanted to be right now.

That is, if he could make it home without vomiting out the breakfast he had earlier.

Bakugo huffed out a breath, watching as the people filed out of the bus, himself following shortly afterwards when he was able to. He just wished these people would fucking walk faster because he felt like he was going to vomit.

And he did. Right in the garbage can that was thankfully near the bus.

He didn't acknowledge the people giving him disgusted looks, because he was too preoccupied with looking for Deku's number on his phone. He didn't call him. Instead, he just sent the nerd his location while he sat on the bench by the bus stop. Maybe he would keep walking but right now the overwhelming heat he could feel spreading through his body made his brain turn to mush to the point he couldn't do much.

He didn't know how long he was there, but soon enough a car pulled up. There weren't any civilians nearby, so Bakugo looked up when he heard someone say "hey".

"Ugh, what the hell are you doing here, half and half?"

The Candy Cane fucker just looked at him from the car. "You're lucky Midoriya is so sweet, otherwise I wouldn't be here. Hop in. He called me and told me he was worried about you. He said he couldn't come because he was already taking care of Kirishima," Icyhot rolled his eyes.

As much as Bakugo didn't want to accept help from him, the thought of being home with Deku and Eijiro was very tempting. Bakugo gave in, because it would be fucking hilarious if he managed to throw up in Half and Half's car.

Fortunately- and kind of unfortunately because Bakugo would've found it entertaining to see Icyhot's reaction- Bakugo didn't end up vomiting in the car. And he nearly collapsed into Deku when he saw him waiting in front of the house. Bakugo wanted to try and pick him up but he's not sure that was a good idea right now, so he settled for hugging Deku's head.

"Thank you, Todoroki!" Deku mentioned to Half and Half, "Let me know if you ever need anything, I wanna pay you bac-"

"You don't owe that fucker shit," Bakugo hissed, "I don't want you charming someone else and making them fall for your cute ass."

"Kacchan..." Deku whined. Bakugo barely heard Half and Half's goodbye. The only reason he realized Strawberry Shortcake was leaving was the fact that Deku said something about it. His attention went back to Bakugo soon after, though.

Of course it would, why wouldn't Deku have his eyes on him?

"...I'm lucky to even have you two," Deku murmured when he started to pull Bakugo inside.

"What the fuck do you mean?"

Deku didn't answer his question, pursing his lips as if sealing them tightly. Bakugo wanted to complain and push further but his nausea kicked in. He almost slumped in Deku's hold but stayed upright. He just wanted to cuddle into Deku on the couch. He wanted to sleep everything off and wake up ready to go on a date with his boyfriends.

Deku seemed to notice his lack of energy, ever the observant nerd, and guided Bakugo over to their shared bedroom. "You go lay down with Eijiro, 'kay? I was making breakfast. Did you have breakfast, Kacchan?"

Bakugo grumbled, "I did but I choked it up before I got here."

Deku hummed. "I'll make sure to make something lighter for you, then. And I'll give you a bucket just in case." Deku guided Bakugo to the bed and the blond felt a mix of warm mushy feelings and a sense of worthlessness.

He knew- he knew it was okay to rely on others for help but in moments like these he couldn't help but feel like he wasn't good enough. He never felt good enough for either Eijiro or Deku. Because they were them. They were both what he wasn't.

They were kind, he was mean. They were humble, he was brash. They were...so much more.

Bakugo knew. Deku was way beyond him. He would keep fighting. He would always keep giving and giving, fighting and fighting until he was nearly passing out from exhaustion. He would give until he couldn't. He would put others miles before himself. He...he was Eijiro and his own hero.

He would pull them out of their darker days, like when Eijiro felt a bit depressed after an injury kept him away from hero work. Deku was there and made sure to care for the redhead all while balancing his own work. Deku was so determined to help Eijiro that the nerd had fainted. Though, they promised not to let Deku get to that point of overworking himself again.

Eijiro and Bakugo promised themselves that they would make sure that Deku wouldn't end up like that again. But then they were at another point, where Bakugo got injured and was left in the hospital. Eijiro couldn't do much in helping because he was off on a mission for that week.

Deku ended up staying there the whole time, waiting there for the three days before Bakugo woke up and the rest of the time that he was there. The only way they managed to get Deku away was when Eijiro came and hugged Deku until he fell asleep. From there, the redhead had to carry Deku home.

And now it looked like he was failing again at being a good boyfriend. Eijiro got sick, maybe it was because of him, and now Deku has to take care of them. Worst part is, Bakugo knew that Deku didn't get home until five in the morning. He knew that the nerd didn't get a full eight hours like he's supposed to, either.

Bakugo knew that Deku worked today, too.

The blond wanted to get up and drag Deku back to bed, but he felt so sluggish and drained. Maybe he would convince Deku to come to bed after breakfast. While Bakugo waited, he could just rest his eyes. It wouldn't be long....it's not...going to be....long.......

His eyes fell shut.

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Kirishima felt himself stir.

He groaned a little when his eyes peeped open, squinting at the sunlight that poured in through the curtain. His eyes turned away from the brightness of the sunlight, moving to look towards the space on the bed instead.

He then took the time to register a warmth laying there, only to see Katsuki tucked into his side. Kirishima was about to start playing with his hair but a noise down the hallway made him close his eyes and pretend he was asleep. Well, he didn't close them all the way; he still needed to see somewhat.

Izuku walked into the room, pushing the door open quietly. Kirishima almost felt his heart burst when hearing how the green haired male chucked softly and smiled. Kirishima almost wanted to scream in his pillow when Izuku had gotten to the side of the bed and leaned over to give Kirishima a light kiss on the forehead, just to attempt to do the same to Katsuki but failing when seeing what position he was in.

Izuku looked a little put off by the observation, but he just reached over and lightly ran his hand through Katsuki's hair, blowing him a little kiss afterwards.

Kirishima was going to die here.

Izuku stood back up fully, reaching over and tugging the blanket up more to cover Kirishima and Katsuki. Izuku went out of his vision for a minute and Kirishima noted the way that the curtains closed, because the room got dimmer.

A yawn came from Izuku shortly after and Kirishima wanted to frown. Did Izuku not take a nap? He probably should've done that; Kirishima knew he was up earlier than he was and Kirishima remembered getting home just to find that Izuku still wasn't there.

He needed to take a nap. Izuku always worked too hard. He was always so hard on himself and pushed himself too much, even harder than Katsuki, and Katsuki was a very hard worker.

He pretended to grumble the way that he did when he woke up, opening his eyes a little more.

"Hmm..." he blinked a bit before his eyes landed on Izuku, "Come here. Cuddle." It was a simple command that Izuku would have no qualms about, usually complying and happily pushing his way between Kirishima and Katsuki.

But this time Izuku just waved him off with a small smile, "Kacchan's sleeping. Besides, I have work."

"Work?" Kirishima frowned as he moved to sit up, aware of Katsuki at his side. His eyes shifted to Izuku's clothes, only to see him in pajamas...were those the same ones he had on earlier...? Kirishima could've sworn he had on different ones. "Are you going to get ready...? Or- no. Izuku just call off today. Please? Then you can come and cuddle," Kirishima begged him.

"I did call off," Izuku mentioned, "...kinda."

"The fuck you mean kinda? If you're fucking working from home again then call your boss and tell him you need an actual day off," Katsuki hissed from Kirishima's side. The blond sat up groggily, his hair messed up and unbrushed. Kirishima thought it was kind of funny how fast his hair can get messed up when he's sleeping. "So go call off and get the fuck back over here. It's not warm enough."

"I-...I'm sure Eijiro's plenty warm. You were doing fine just a minute ago," Izuku frowned, "And I can't, Kacchan. I have a couple things I have to type up. I'll go get your breakfast."

Kirishima was confused by Izuku's behavior. Izuku was usually cuddly. Sometimes he wasn't overly cuddly some days but other times he wouldn't leave the bed if it meant it would break their cuddle time. Kirishima had to wonder if something else was the problem.

"Izuku?" Kirishima called. The green haired male turned around at the door to face Kirishima. "What about you? Did you eat breakfast?"

"Yeah!" Izuku just smiled.

"No you didn't. You're doing that thing with your hands," Katsuki pointed out. The blond gave a look to Izuku that Kirishima knew well. It was the look that Katsuki gave when he knew something was wrong.

"Kacchan-"

"De- Izuku if you don't fucking go turn your computer off, make yourself something to eat, and eat with us in this bed then I will fucking do all of it myself," Katsuki glowered.

And Izuku only sighed as he mumbled a small, "Okay Kacchan..."

Yet, Izuku came back with only Kirishima and Katsuki's breakfast. When Katsuki sent Izuku a look, Izuku was quick to explain himself. "I will, Kacchan! I just have to make sure you guys are still alright," Izuku defended as he leaned Kirishima back a bit to place a colder rag on his forehead. "Kacchan do you need anything?"

"Yeah, I need you to get your food and get in bed," Katsuki sat with his bowl in his hands.

"Is your stomach still acting up? Do you feel like you still have to throw up?" Izuku asked instead. Katsuki reluctantly answered him and Izuku just nodded as he walked back out of the room.

"Code Fluff?" Kirishima murmured to Katsuki.

"Yeah, probably," Katsuki grunted in response.

Code fluff was a thing that him and Katsuki would use when they suspected that Izuku was starting to get down on himself about his body. Kirishima figured that Izuku was a bit self conscious based on the way that he was avoiding them.

Kirishima could've chalked it down to the fact that they were sick but Izuku was someone who wouldn't care if he got sick. As long as Izuku was helping them, he didn't care if he got sick. Kirishima also noticed how Izuku changed to baggier and looser clothes that would hide his body more.

Kirishima sighed before turning to wriggle out from under the covers, "We can watch a movie or something in the living room." He didn't wait very long before he looked to Katsuki, noting the blond was shuffling out of bed as well.

"If he doesn't realize how fucking cute he is, imma kill him."

"Kats," Kirishima scolded lightly, "Don't be dramatic, he can't help the way he feels sometimes."

Katsuki grumbled something in reply, which roughly translated to 'I don't like what you said but I guess I'll listen'. All Kirishima did was smile before standing up from the bed. His smile fell a little, the aches and pain throughout his body weighing down on him, trying to get him back into bed.

He wasn't pleased at the feeling but never showed it on his face as he sniffed in an attempt to stifle his runny nose. The cloth on his forehead flopped off and Kirishima decided not to pay any attention to that as he turned to grab the bowl of breakfast Izuku had made him and Katsuki.

"I call having Izuku in my lap," Kirishima told Katsuki, the blond trailing behind him as they made their way to the living room.

"Well I wanted to lay in his lap anyways, so you better not have your big hands covering his stomach. I got dibs on it," Katsuki announced, only for Kirishima to frown.

Kirishima wanted to squeeze Izuku's tum when they were watching the movie. Izuku was just so squishy and cute and Kirishima absolutely loved giving attention to his big tum. He loved to surprise him too and poke at Izuku's sides to make him giggle. Izuku was just so cute and Kirishima just wanted to have him to himself for once.

Though he guessed with Katsuki around, they would always have to share. Because Izuku was just that irresistible. Kirishima couldn't last a day without thinking of him, more or less an hour. His mind would always wonder to Katsuki and Izuku no matter where he was. He would always worry about Katsuki with hero work, or think about his gremlin-sounding laughs that would make Kirishima happy. He would think about running his hand through Katsuki's hair and giving him loving kisses as they cuddled in bed.

And oh don't even get him started on Izuku. Izuku was like a living god. Both of his boyfriends were. He loved the difference between how big and strong Katsuki was, with all of his manly muscles, compared to how short, squishy, and absolutely soft Izuku was. Kirishima especially liked to cuddle and touch him when it was starting to get colder out like now. Because Izuku was like a heated teddy bear whenever they would cuddle.

Kirishima especially liked it when Izuku would sometimes let him lay on his chest. The redhead knew Izuku liked laying on their chests, but Kirishima felt like nothing compared to laying on Izuku's chest and tummy. Well- actually Katsuki has a squishy chest too but the blond apparently didn't like when Kirishima teased him about it. He would usually have a fit about it but still let Izuku lay down on him.

Rude.

But Izuku didn't mind Kirishima laying down on him. Kirishima would take advantage of those kinds of situations as much as possible because moments where that happened were rare.

"Hmph," Kirishima answered with a little pout.

"Okay okay! I got-...What are you two doing? You need to be resting!" Kirishima watched as Izuku entered the room, quickly setting down the items he had on the dresser. Kirishima felt his heart squeezing when Izuku went to lead Katsuki back to bed.

But Katsuki stopped and that made Izuku stop as well. The green haired male looked as if he was going to say something but he was stopped when Katsuki started to tug on him, pulling Izuku into him by his thick waist.

Izuku gasped in surprise and tried to scold Katsuki. Kirishima spoke up, knowing the ash blond wasn't very good with communicating through his words but rather actions. Apparently Izuku didn't understand the intention behind Katsuki's actions so Kirishima would have to clarify.

He walked over with fast and long strides, stopping once he reached both of his shorter boyfriends. Not that Katsuki wasn't tall; he was above average height but Kirishima was still taller. And Izuku...Izuku was cute and very short. He barely reached Katsuki's shoulders.

"Movies?" Kirishima asked, "I know it's weird to have a movie "day" but we wanna spend time with you."

"That wasn't a question," Katsuki corrected before Izuku could answer. Kirishima watched the ash blond maneuver Izuku around so he could tuck him into his chest for a hug. "You are gonna watch a movie with us and cuddle."

"But Kacchannnn," Izuku whined.

"No, you're not pulling those fucking puppy dog eyes on me. You're probably the reason we got sick anyways," Katsuki grumbled.

"Me??? How?" Izuku was pouting.

Kirishima was almost as lost as Izuku for a brief moment, but he quickly pieced things together. His lips turned upwards and started to reveal his sharp teeth. "Because someone," Kirishima teased, "Didn't let Katsuki have access to someone with magical healing powers."

"You fucker-" Katsuki hissed.

"It's my fault you can't see Recovery Girl...?" Izuku looked confused.

"No," Kirishima laughed as much as he was allowed- a cough cut him off. "-Katsuki here thinks you have some sort of magical healing powers." It was true. And it was so cute and heartwarming to read.

Katsuki had a journal for his feelings. Since he couldn't express them verbally, he often wrote them down. Kirishima liked to think that he picked up the journal writing habit from Izuku but Katsuki always refused to admit that.

But maybe Kirishima stumbled upon the journal. Him and Izuku always knew not to touch it unless they were told they could on the rare occasion Katsuki would shove it towards them so he could express some feelings to them. Kirishima had read a rant written by Katsuki about him and how "those extras have no idea what they're talking about when they say your teeth are weird."

But this specific time, Kirishima accidentally knocked over the open book, losing the page Katsuki was on. The redhead was just gonna leave it on what looked like the page Katsuki was filling up, only to see keywords about Izuku that caught his eye.

Katsuki ranted on about how cute "Deku" was and how he didn't understand why "Deku" couldn't understand how much he meant to Katsuki and Kirishima. He went on to talk about his personality and appearance, one of those things being the "magical powers" Izuku's squishy thighs and gut had.

"Me? How?" Izuku questioned.

Kirishima was going to speak for Katsuki, seeing the way the blond's ears started to tint pink with embarrassment. Izuku's little yelp made Kirishima hold back, noting how Katsuki pulled Izuku back towards him- he was facing Kirishima when they had talked- and gave Izuku's big tum a little squeeze or two.

"This," Katsuki's hands lowered a bit to squish thick thighs, "and these. Magic. Since you didn't want to share the antidote to our sickness earlier, you're gonna have to pay double time and let us replenish with cuddles from the magic source."

"Me??!!" Izuku repeated again, squeaking as his face turned redder by the second.

Kirishima could only smile fondly. He loved when Katsuki got comfortable and confident enough in the things he wanted to say, confident enough in his ability to judge Izuku or his feelings to joke around. Katsuki wasn’t good with figuring out people’s feelings from their body language and such. Well, at least not when it came to him or Izuku. Especially Izuku. Katsuki claimed he was difficult to figure out. He was unpredictable yet Katsuki could see everything that happened from a mile away. Or, he should’ve.

“Well who else could it be?” Kirishima joined in, his voice wearing out at the end, just for him to start a coughing fit. “Oh no,” Kirishima rasped between coughs, “Izuku we need-.. the antidote….” He wanted to joke around with it, but Izuku frowned at his genuine coughing fit.

“Well, I guess…” Izuku murmured. It wasn’t quite the joking response Kirishima was looking for. Plus Izuku sounded hesitant but at least he agreed. Usually Izuku didn’t like to go back on his words. “You two can set up the movie and I’ll get your medicine and bucket and food.”

“Alright,” Kirishima managed while Katsuki grunted in reply.

Izuku left the room shortly after, most likely heading to the bathroom in order to get things from the bathroom, most likely.

Katsuki turned to him, whacking his arm harshly, “First off, stop reading my things, asshole. Or else I’m gonna be writing about how such of a nosy shit you are. Two, when I give the signal, we attack.”

The redhead laughed at the first part and gave a thumbs up for the second. “Only on your command,” he pretended to salute with a serious look on his face.

Katsuki near-snorted while he hit Kirishima’s back to leave the room, “You’re such an idiot.”

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“Where’re you goin?”

Midoriya froze a little at Kacchan’s question, seeing him laying down on Eijiro’s lap. Eijiro was going through different movies to watch when Midoriya was last over there to place down some things that they might’ve needed. When everything was set down, Midoriya made the excuse that he would be there to watch the movie with them after he got himself something to eat. His plan was to just head back to his laptop to work, though it seems like Kacchan caught him trying to sneak off.

“Um..-”

Midoriya began to panic a little when the ash blond got up and headed in his direction. Though Midoriya did the same, trying to tell his boyfriend to lay back down and rest. A yelp made its way out of Midoriya’s mouth when Kacchan picked him up and plopped him down in Eijiro’s lap.

“If you move, no more Katsudon for a month,” Kacchan warned.

“But-!”

“Two months.”

Midoriya couldn’t do anything but click his mouth shut when he watched the ash blond head over to the kitchen. He didn’t seem to waste any time in making something to eat, and Midoriya felt bad.

“Hey,” Eijiro called to him softly, “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. I know he’s as stubborn as you are and he’s definitely not going to let you overwork yourself and not take care of yourself. And while we’re talking about it, neither am I.” Midoriya felt a fluttering feeling when Eijiro tilted his head to give Midoriya a little kiss on the cheek.

“But I’m supposed to be taking care of you guys,” Midoriya whined out in complaint.

“You can’t take care of us if you can’t take care of yourself,” Eijiro pointed out, “Now come on, let’s just eat and watch some movies together, hm?”

Even if he wanted to, he’s not sure he could say no, with Eijiro holding him tightly in his lap or the way that Kacchan looked at him when he finally came back, as if he were challenging Midoriya to leave. To which Midoriya had to suck it up and finally agree, his mind working so hard to fight back negative thoughts that came at the thought of eating. He would likely have to go on a run or something later in order to work it off, especially when he noticed how much food Kacchan had come back with.

His self doubt and worry only increased when Kacchan settled his head on Midoriya’s lap for the movie. Again, the green haired male would just have to suck it up.

He couldn’t have been fully conscious.

Midoriya always knew he was bad at staying up during movies, and that was proved once again when he was blinking blearily, trying to stay even the slightest bit awake as the movie progressed. Staying awake was even harder since he wasn’t hungry anymore and his stomach was full; Kacchan and Eijiro made sure he had all of the food until the bowl that Kacchan made him was empty.

The heater was on and their place was relatively warm, even more so when Midoriya had his boyfriends cuddling with him. Everything was all nice and cozy, and Midoriya could feel himself dozing off.

“Eijiro, now.”

Midoriya let out a little, “Mmmnhh?” at Kacchan’s order to Eijiro. He was about to try and make his brain wake up more to form a question asking Kacchan what he meant, but Midoriya was sure he understood what it was as soon as two pairs of hands were on him.

He was more alert when both his boyfriends’ hands were all over him, squeezing and rubbing at him, kissing and biting him. Kacchan buried his face in his tummy, causing Midoriya to squeak in surprise. Eijiro was occupied with his neck, leaving little kisses or sometimes bitemarks wherever he pleased. Every once in a while there would be a little burst of quick kisses left in one area, and sometimes the redhead would lean forward to nibble on Midoriya’s cheek.

“You look so cute when you’re flustered,” Eijiro hummed, his voice low and smooth.

And then there was Kacchan, just going absolutely wild as he bit and squeezed at every inch of him that he could, alternating between Midoriya’s belly and thighs. Every couple of bites Kacchan would say something like, “Damn, I love you so fucking much, Deku.”

Eijrio looked like he was ready to give attention to Midoriya’s chest, but the green haired male watched the redhead’s hands lower. Midoriya felt his breath near his ear before he pointed out, “You don’t look too happy.” Before the freckled male could stutter out a reply, fingers danced along his sides and poked him, “Well why don’t we change that?”

Midoriya knew what Eijiro was trying to do, and he wasn’t budging. Or at least, not until Kacchan lifted his shirt up and started blowing raspberries against his exposed tum.

Midoriya burst out laughing at the odd feeling against his stomach. Kacchan kept going while Eijiro finally found Midoriya’s ticklish spot, making him laugh even more. It wasn’t until Midoriya laughed so hard that he almost peed that he had to push them both away from him. He was trying to catch his breath when Kacchan smiled, “Fuck you, makin me feel all mushy inside from that cute ass smile of yours.” The blond reached up from where he was laying on the freckle male’s lap and pinched one of Midoriya’s cheeks.

“It’s not that great, Kacchan,” Midoriya stated, a smile still on his face. He felt so loved and he just realized now how much he needed to be reminded that he was. That his boyfriends loved him so much, and that they’re going to be there for him no matter what.

“All of you is great,” Eijiro emphasized when he started peppering kisses wherever he could reach. When Midoriya thought he was done giving kisses, they locked eyes for a second before Eijiro went in for more, attacking his face with his lips, “You’re- so- so- beautiful- and cute- and sweet-” between every word or so, Eijiro would leave a quick kiss on his face. While he was doing that, Kacchan would trace the freckles on his belly.

“My own stars…” Midoriya heard Kacchan murmur under his breath. “I don’t know what it is, probably everything, but you’re just so fucking addictive,” the blond said louder, intending for Midoriya to hear what he was saying this time, “And you better remember that. You can’t get rid of us either because we’re both far too addicted to be letting you go. Otherwise we’ll go through withdrawal.”

Midoriya accidentally let out a snort while Eijiro managed to ruffle Kacchan’s hair. “Woah when did you start becoming all lovey dovey?” the redhead asked with a toothy smile on his face.

“Ever since I met you assholes,” Kacchan grumbled, though all it took was one look for Midoriya to see his smile and blush on his face. “Now just shut up and watch the movie.”

Midoriya knew sometimes he wasn’t kind to himself. His mind wasn’t very nice to his body at times, throwing in voices of doubt and making him self conscious. It might take years or even a lifetime for Midoriya to truly love himself and his body, but he knew his boyfriends were going to be there every step of the way. They were going to be there and talk to him when he felt doubtful and hold him when he was upset. They were both determined to be there every step of the way and Midoriya was more sure of that now.

They were always going to be there, even when they recovered from being sick and Midoriya caught whatever they had shortly after. They made sure to take care of him and be by his side.

They were always by his side, and Midoriya’s more than sure that they won’t be leaving anytime soon.