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shou!
you’re going to meet me every morning before school
i don’t know what we’ll do about sundays but we’ll figure it out
me
i mean not that i’m complaining
i love spending time with you shou
but why
shou!
i am going to feed you breakfast every morning for many reasons
one: you are one of my two favorite people and i can’t let you go hungry
two: i love spending my dad’s money
three: think about how mad he would be if he knew he was feeding one of his arch nemesises
four: you deserve the world but since even endeavors black credit card can’t buy that breakfast will have to do
me
shouto ahhhhh
i’m
q///////q
okay anything to bully endeavor
you are so nice to me
shou!
yeah cause you deserve it
got to go, endeavor’s back
see you in the morning, pick a good place to grab something and i’ll meet you there
me
okay be careful
see you then
<3
———
“I noticed it was supposed to rain tonight, so I got Fuyumi’s permission for you to spend the night since the Old Man won’t be home anyway.” Shouto’s got that small little smile on his face that’s only Izuku’s and Toshi’s.
These little things are why Izuku loves being with Shou so much. Shouto understands that Izuku can’t just turn to the system for help. Best case scenario, he ends up back with his mother, his dream ripped away and he slowly withers away — he’s no longer himself. Worst case scenario, they throw him to someone who ruins him in the worst of ways, or sells Izuku and Izuku is never seen again. The system isn’t safe for people like Izuku.
Shouto knows the system is broken, has seen the worst of it and knows this intimately. So instead of trying to push Izuku into asking for help, he helps in all the little ways he can.
Yeah, Izuku loves and appreciates Shouto every day.
He gently bumps his shoulder against Shouto’s, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Thanks, Shou.”
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peppermint tea
my dad’s out all weekend
weekend long study session?
lavender tea
i’d have to ask my moms but they’re usually just so excited i have friends they say yes anyways
so probably yeah
peppermint tea
imagine having supportive parents lol
matcha tea
lol yeah
i’m in
lavender tea
moms said yes and gave me 2500 yen for food
i think they forgot shouto is rich
or maybe they just are doing the social convention things
i’m just gonna keep this for a cat cafe for later
matcha tea
as you should
peppermint tea
lol like i’d pass up a chance to swipe endeavor’s card
who wants pizza
matcha tea
pineapple on mine pleaseeeeee
peppermint tea
wise choice
lavender tea
why are my friends heathens
matcha tea
heathens_twentyonepilots.mp4
lavender tea
you are a menace
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“We need to get you some better gloves,” Shouto murmurs, taking Izuku’s hands in his left hand and slowly warming him as he massages the joints. “You’re always so stiff in the mornings these days. I’ll see about ordering you some hand warmers too.”
Izuku laughs, resting his head on Shouto’s shoulder. “What do I need hand warmers for when I have you?”
Toshi groans dramatically, flopping his head on Shouto’s other shoulder. “Hey, you can’t hog our hand warmer all to yourself!”
“I don’t know... I think I’m doing a pretty good job of it,” Izuku says mock-thoughtfully.
Toshi threatens Izuku with a tickle war at that, at which point Izuku is forced to surrender, because he values his life.
———
Shouto pays for two hours at their favorite cat cafe after they toe off their shoes at the door, and the three of them order drinks. This is the only time and place Izuku doesn’t order something highly caffeinated and sweet. He always orders a chamomile tea with a touch of honey, and whatever sandwich appeals to him that day — today he’s ordered an egg salad sandwich. Shouto looks at him, and Izuku can already tell he’s decided that’s not a sufficient dinner, as he usually does when they’re not going to be able to go get a proper dinner. He’ll probably have something else ordered for him on the way out the door whether he likes it or not to take with him, so he orders the shrimp tempura onigiri that’s in the display case in the hopes that it appeases Shou’s wrath somewhat.
It seems to work, because it stops that narrowed eyed gaze that Izuku gets a lot, but he knows he’s still going to end up being forced to take probably another onigiri at a minimum with him. It’s probably for the best. He does a lot of physical activity during the night. He probably could use the extra calories.
Shouto places his order, a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and drizzle on it, and a piece of strawberry cake — he must be in a mood for sweets. Hitoshi orders his cold brew with three espresso shots and an insane amount of vanilla and sugar syrup in it, and like Izuku, goes after the egg salad sandwich. They sit down at one of the chabudai, and Izuku goes ahead and starts munching on his onigiri since it was already prepared. Two of the cats come right over — there’s a fluffy orange old cat that’s half blind named Pumpkin who always goes straight for Shou’s left side, and then there’s Angel, who’s a dreadful brat of a brown tabby, but likes Izuku for some reason. The running theory is it’s because all he does is eat, then he passes out and doesn’t move until they leave, making him the ideal seat.
The sandwich is brought to Izuku just as he’s finishing his onigiri, and he’s actually glad Shou had him get something else, because once he started eating he realized he was hungrier than he thought. He eats that sandwich in record time and between having a nice meal and the tea to sip on — and just being regularly tired, he finds himself ready to sleep. Hitoshi’s lap is still miraculously cat free, so he’s quick to claim it for his pillow, too tired to be embarrassed — and honestly, at this point, they do this all the time. Hitoshi reaches down and pets his hair even though it’s not soft anymore.
Izuku can’t imagine why he’d do that when there’s surely nothing enjoyable about it now and there’s cats that are surely much softer to the touch, but between that and the cats that are starting to gather and the way Shouto’s guided his feet to rest near his warm side, he’s out like a light in minutes, and the thought is lost.