#AKJDKA THIS WAS SUCH A CUTE PROMPT THO. WANTED TO WORK ON IT FOREVER

[alienaiver]

Hihihihhihi can I please join with Deku and prompt 56? Have fun!!

lunaaa!!! <3333 of course you can!

with number 56 you got: “You owe me a kiss.” which just gives infinite scenarios, doesn't it? very fluffy for my very own fluff-specialist <!!!33333 it's 818 words and no real warnings!

send me an ask with a random number between 1-210 and a character and i’ll write you a little story!

When you get home from work, you’re exhausted to the bones. It’s been some rough weeks, the office demanding more and more menial tasks that doesn’t require much effort per say, but when they pile up, they drain the will out of you.

You don’t expect Midoriya to be home when you toe off your shoes by the entrance, so when you hear something being dropped on the floor from the kitchen, your breath instantly hitches and you freeze for a few seconds, straining your ears to hear if there really is someone there or not. You hear steps and something being placed back on the kitchen counter. You mentally go through the exercises that Midoriya has taught you. Dating the number one hero comes with dangerous side-effects and while your address is hidden, you’d never underestimate the cunning of villains. You silently reach for your purse you placed by the dresser, reaching for the pepper spray lodged in there somewhere before you toe your way through the hallway and into the kitchen, more tense than you’ve been in a while.

So when you turn the corner and see none other than your boyfriend whipping something in a bowl, you groan out loud to release the tension. He whips around with one of his bright smiles plastered to his face – together with flour and something sticky. You bend down with your arms resting on your legs, trying to laugh out the fear.

He worries instantly, “what’s wrong?” he asks as he hurries to put the bowl on the counter and come to you. You shake your head and lift your right arm to show him the spray, “I thought we had an intruder. I thought you’d be at work until midnight.”

He coos at you as he runs a hand through your hair, massaging your scalp, “I’m sorry for startling you. I must’ve forgotten to send you a text.”

He goes back to the batter on the counter and you follow, “what are you doing?”

“I’m making some chocolate-chip cookies. Kacchan showed me this really easy recipe!” he’s beaming proudly but the kitchen is a big mess and the batter in his arms doesn’t seem to entirely cooperate with him. You laugh, “did you pre-heat the oven?”

It’s something he always forgets. A mumbled “shit” lets you know he did it again and you laugh as you reach over to turn it on, taking out the tray so he can prepare the cookies on that. Silently, you start helping him, tidying up as you go around, handing him the ingredients he asks for and preparing a big pot of coffee.

“So,” you begin and out of your peripheral vision you see him freeze by the tray, a glop of batter dripping haphazardly between his hands and the baking paper. “What made you come home early to make cookies?”

He winces, “is it really that out of character for me?” he counters you and you laugh at him, resting your hip against the counter, crossing your arms, “Izuku, you didn’t become the number one hero because of your interest in baking, so… out with it.”

He leans back up, his full height and bulk seeming so big in the tiny kitchen of yours. He scratches the back of his neck but you see the regret in his eyes the instant he feels the dough catch in his nape hairs. You snort at him but await his explanation.

“I wanted to do something nice for you.”

Your expression softens at his confession but you can’t help but raise your eyebrow with a teasing glint, “making me help you clean up here is nice?”

He knows you’re making a lighthearted joke and that you technically don’t mind organizing after his tornado of a mess (he also argues in his mind that he’d happily have done it himself before you got home, but this is actually the third batch he’s been trying to make so time ran from him) but it still sits badly with him that he wants to help you feel better and unload some stress but instead makes you work. You near him and let your hands travel over his arms up to his shoulders, “I like seeing my strong hero in the kitchen though. My apron suits you, Handsome.”

He blushes at your flirting banter. It’s amazing, how you’ve been together for almost seven years but he still can’t look you in the eye when you compliment him.

“But this help doesn’t come free, you know.” You argue and he looks at you with confusion written all over him. You smile triumphantly, “you owe me a kiss.”

He chuckles at your request before he wraps his arms around you, careful not to let his hands touch and ruin your clothes with batter, “how about two?”

You smile and lean up closer, squeezing his shoulders, “we can do that.”