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Eijirou rushes towards the alley and accidentally bangs his head against a big trash container while he’s busy looking up.
He goes ouch, thanks his good reflexes, pats the spot where his hardened head dented the poor container, and makes a mental note to do something about in the future.
Not now, he really really really can’t now because he has a lunch date to get to, and he’s late enough already.
He takes out his phone, clicks on Izuku’s name, and lets the call ring a couple times. He doesn’t even get to hang up before familiar black tendrils have already snatched him up – they feel very touchy today, which Eijirou takes as a sign that he’s not in too much trouble. Hopefully.
He’s pulled up to the rooftop in a matter of seconds. Blackwhip deposits him in front of a smiling Izuku and a frowning Katsuki, both sitting next to each other with their backs against the railing. Of course, they’ve already secured the best spots for themselves. It’s only fair.
“You’re-”
“Late, I know, and I’m so sorry! There was this huuuge line at the checkout, and you know I refuse to use the Hero privilege to skip it- oh, and then this old lady’s bag ripped and spilled so much stuff right outside the entrance, I was impressed she was even able to carry it all on her own-”
Eijirou’s compelling tale gets interrupted by a bento box flying towards him. He catches it with a woof and smiles at the familiar shark pattern, instantly remembering how hungry he is.
He almost forgot that it’s lunchtime! His second favorite time of the day – after breakfast and before dinner, and yes, he always gets kisses before and after each meal, so it’s not just about the food.
He wastes no more time leaning forwards and delivering a forehead kiss to Izuku and Katsuki, who giggle and swat at him, respectively, and then plops down in front of them – it’s not like he can disrupt the triangle formation, as much as he’d like to rest his back on the railing. Some rules cannot be broken at any cost.
His tummy goes glorp blorb gurglorp and Eijirou’s like I got you buddy, but he needs to take a good look at his boyfriends first! He hasn’t seen them in hours!
Katsuki’s leaning against the wall with his legs spread out, like he always does, but his mask has been pulled over his forehead and he’s a little red in the face. One look at Izuku - sitting cross-legged right next to Katsuki and has a knee touching Katsuki’s thigh – confirms that his boyfriends found a way to entertain themselves while waiting for him, and Eijirou is happy about that.
If they eat quickly enough, maybe Eijirou can sneak in some romantic rooftop kissing before they have to get back to work, each to their own agency. It shouldn’t take too long, anyway, since it’s just the bento, some fruit, and the-
“Oh, right- almost forgot!” Eijirou rummages inside the bag he forgot he brought with him. “I was too busy admiring your beauty but- surprise! I bought snacks! Tiny little snacks!”
Eijirou is so excited and proud of himself that he might accidentally fling himself off the roof by flailing his arms.
Oh man!
Katsuki and Izuku are great cooks, and they take care of most of their meals. Izuku is the breakfast expert and baker, Katsuki is a know-it-all in general, and apart from letting Eijirou arrange everyone’s bento or occasionally demanding an extra hand when they get too ambitious – which doesn’t happen often, since they’re usually too stubborn to admit they need help and end up figuring out a solution all on their own – well.
Eijirou is Eijirou. He’s a great househusband – minus the husband part, but he knows all three of them are working on that. The kitchen is too dangerous a place for him, but he’s the smoothie guy, as well as the errand boy – and he’s great at both tasks, thank you very much! His smoothies are thick and tasty, and he has a whole shopping system that works wonders! He’s become a coupon master, too! He’s got his special shopping pants with wider pockets to fit his coupons. He’s a beast.
And today- hehee, today Eijirou is a pioneer! Well, he’s technically not, since he didn’t invent any snacks and simply bought them, but in the context of his relationship with Izuku and Katsuki and all the meals they’ve shared – so many – he is definitely bringing something new to the table. Er, ground. They don’t really have a table here, do they.
Eijirou is about to blow his boyfriends’ minds today, and that’s all that matters.
“You gonna show us, or you wanna keep going ho ho ho and humming to yourself until lunch’s over?”
“Hehe, sorry.”
“I know you’re not?!”
“Hehe, yeah. Sorry.”
Before Katsuki can growl anything else – he gets significantly pricklier when he’s hungry – Izuku nearly spills his water bottle on Katsuki’s leg, thus becoming the new target of Katsuki’s annoyance.
Eijirou knows Izuku probably did it on purpose to help him out, but Katsuki’s death glare is sexy, and Eijirou misses it already.
“I’m excited to see what you bought!” Izuku exclaims, and everything is forgotten. “You said there was a special Hero themed sale, right? So it’s all Heroes?”
Eijirou accidentally rips the top of the bag with how excited he is, and then decides to just spill all its contents in the empty space between them all.
“Yes, and I saved up so many coupons! The sale was announced months ago in a newsletter, so I was ready! And- listen, they have these tiny little drinks, and each Hero is a different flavor. Look at them!” Eijirou half yells, holding the small juice box between his thumb and index finger to show them, desperately trying not to crush them.
“They’re so tiny,” whispers Izuku.
“They are! I got both of you All Might, obviously, then a Fat Gum one for me, and then I couldn’t resist so I bought all the others flavors anyway.”
Eijirou shows them all the different juice boxes, then the cute little bags of chips – they probably have like 3 chips inside, comments Katsuki, ever the hater – and the sour candy packs. He almost forgets the tiny pencils, but he proudly presents them too.
Izuku’s eyes are practically glimmering, Katsuki looks as unimpressed as ever – though Eijirou noticed the subtle quirk of his brows at the mention of Miruko candies, so he’s fooling no one – but Eijirou isn’t even done yet.
“Okay- I kept these in my pockets to surprise you even more- ta-da!” He shows his hands. “So, they even had tiny card decks, so of course I bought some- and listen, there was a Shouto one!”
Izuku gasps.
“I know- I obviously bought that – it’s half blue and half red, the design is so cool- and then and all the available ones – whoopsie! But listen, the Eraserhead one comes with a tiny elastic inspired by his capture weapon! And the owner said that-”
“Both of you have giant fucking hands, how are you even planning on holding those tiny ass cards?”
Silence.
“I guess we’ll just watch you play solitaire with your dainty little hands, then,” Eijiro says eventually.
“What- my hands are not- they’re agents of destruction!”
“But Kacchan, you can’t deny how smooth and neat they-”
“Shut the hell up. I’m never touching those stupid cards.”
Eijirou and Izuku look at each other and smirk. Sure.
(Katsuki’s gonna inquire about them in a week or so, in an extremely casual and disinterested manner. Something like hey, where’d you put those shitty cards? you better not mess up my system.
He’s gonna take them out and use them like a thief while the two of them are out of the house, then put them back exactly how he found them. He might even wear gloves, so that the smell of his quirk can’t give him away.
He does that regularly and with most fun things – Eijirou pretends he doesn’t see the family named Fuckertron in his The Sims 4 save file, and Izuku says nothing about the fancy figurines and merch that mysteriously appear on their office-slash-merch-room shelves.
Eijirou makes sure not to let his own sims engage with the Fuckertrons, since he doesn’t want to mess with Katsuki’s legacy, and Izuku keeps dusting and polishing the shelves without uttering a word.)
“I’m sure we can figure something out,” Izuku says.
“Maybe we can look up someone with a shrinking quirk and ask them to make us smaller,” Eijirou suggests.
“Can’t we eat?” Katsuki opens his bento loudly. “Let’s eat, yeah?”
Eijirou and Izuku share another look – Izuku seems to be on board with the shrinking quirk plan, but they agree that Katsuki’s getting mad mad, and although a mad mad Katsuki is a hotter-than-usual Katsuki, they sadly don’t have enough time to deal with him.
So, after the usual round of thanks and blown kisses – which Katsuki makes a whole show of exploding, with super intimidating red cheeks – they eat.
Once he’s got enough food in him, Katsuki starts grumbling that Izuku and Eijirou always do this shit, we sit down to eat and you gotta talk about ten thousand different things first, look at this cute thing here and look at what this Hero did there. Eijirou giggles with his mouth full, which earns him a glare, and Izuku just hums into the delicious food Katsuki prepared for them.
Eijirou and Izuku know that Katsuki will get mad if they don’t talk about their day or the dogs they saw, or – even worse – anything hero related. There’s no avoid bringing work home rule, which includes the times they eat on rooftops.
Eijirou finds out that pear juice doesn’t pair well with chicken, eggs, potatoes, or even the greens that Katsuki smartly sneaks inside his meals – damn him, seriously, because they always taste amazing. Pear also happens to be a flavor Eijirou would have never associated with Pro Hero Wash, but it does taste fresh and clean. The tiny Wash doodle with smiling bubbles all around is also extremely cute.
Izuku collects the empty juice boxes in his belt, saving them from Katsuki’s rage – I don’t want literal garbage on my shelves! – and Eijirou’s clumsy fingers that keep squeezing them a little too hard.
They also get to indulge in one of their favorite activities: throwing food at each other’s mouths. Katsuki almost makes Eijirou choke on a bunny shaped candy, and Eijirou can’t even be mad about it because it was such a perfect throw.
Eijirou gets to stick his tongue out and tell Katsuki he was wrong – aha! there are four chips in there, you miscreant! – and they split every pack, trying out the different flavors. They find out that there are Hero cards in them.
“Oh my- is that Hawks? Trade with me-”
“No fucking way!”
“Please, Kacchan! Look at this-”
“No! I don’t want your derpy Present Mic card!”
“But they got his new shoulder pads right!”
Katsuki’s mouth closes, and he squints. “Let me see.”
Eijirou sips on the remaining juice boxes – plural, because he’s a big boy with big boy needs – and watches them discuss the terms of their trade with more detail than when they signed their current lease.
Their lunch date gets interrupted by some thug wreaking havoc not far from their spot, so the kissing will have to wait until they get home after work.
Eijirou is secretly happy that they get to spend more time together, that the usual see you at home will be shared a little later, and that Izuku will pull him along with Blackwhip one more time.