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#dkbk 🔞 sickfic ; fluff and smut ; dry humping They’re cuddling in the common room, enjoying the peace and quiet of the empty dorms. Like most Saturdays, the majority of their classmates were out somewhere, and the few that remained were hanging out in their rooms.
Which gave them total freedom to contentedly snuggle on the couch. They decided to stay in because Kacchan wasn't feeling his best (not that Kacchan would ever admit it, but Izuku immediately knew his grumpy boyfriend needed to rest after a glance at his puffy eyes and
adorable red nose that morning). Izuku coaxed him into having a lazy day by saying he didn't really feel like going out because of the cold weather. Kacchan immediately agreed because, according to him, “the nerd gets cold too easily and I'm ain't giving him my damn jacket!”
Izuku tried not to look too smug about it, but their friends' knowing stares made it very hard not to seem clearly satisfied with his Kacchan management techniques. When everyone left after the breakfast rush the two guys were finally able to relax.
Earlier, Izuku put on the old All Might cartoon show that Kacchan and him used to watch in their sleepover as kids. Every time, Kacchan was out like a light before the first episode even finished, and this one was no different.
Izuku threw a blanket over them and Kacchan immediately snuggled to his side, falling asleep no more than 10 minutes into the show. Izuku kissed the top of his fluffy hair and smiled against it. Kacchan was so clingy when he wasn't feeling well.
He would never tell him (he appreciated his life, thank you very much) but the way the blonde needed constant attention, kisses, hugs and affection when he was feeling off was the most adorable thing ever; Izuku almost felt bad for loving it so much.
Of course he didn't like that Kacchan was sick, but having full permission to pamper him without Kacchan pretending to hate it was like heaven on earth for him. It was an unspoken agreement between them. A sick Kacchan meant a needy Kacchan, and Izuku was more
than happy to give him anything he wanted and more. Currently, Kacchan just had a bowl of steamy soup —brought to him to the couch so the princess didn't have to get up from his spot in the warm blankets— and is sleepily dozing off again in Izuku’s lap.
At first, he was very embarrassed to initiate any kind of contact between them. But now? The moment Izuku sits back down after doing the dishes and putting the leftovers away, Kacchan is all over him demanding his full undivided attention. No shame whatsoever.
“Kacchan,” Izuku softly laughs, “let me arrange the blanket so I can cover us both.” “What the hell took you so long?” Kacchan angrily murmurs against his chest, quickly settling down in his righteous place in Izuku's lap, embracing him like a koala and finally resting his head
over his shoulder, tickling his neck with his cold nose. “I waited forever for you to come back, moron.” Izuku wraps his arms around him and gently rubs his back over his shirt and under the blanket. “It was barely 20 minutes.” “Too damn long,” he stubbornly repeats.
Oh well, who's he to deny him anything anyways. “Im sorry, Kacchan. I'm here now,” he mutters, his other hand coming to cradle through his hair. His blunt nails delicately scrape over his scalp, making Kacchan shiver in response. He takes the opportunity to let his crooked
fingers pull softly at small strands of hair in the way he knew it made him relax. Kacchan melts against him, nuzzling his face impossibly closer to him and releasing a pleased sigh. “Are you feeling better?” Izuku asks, turning his face to place a kiss on his boyfriend's
warm cheek. Kacchan unconsciously leans into it, making Izuku's heart squeeze inside his chest and speed up at the cuteness overload he was having. Kacchan grunts. “I told you I'm fine.”
“I'll take that as a yes then,” the other boy replies, kissing him again for good measure. His other hand sneaks under Kachan's shirt to stroke his back and feel his soft, milky sking under. And if Kacchan had the ability to do so, he would be purring.
“Dont think I don't know what you're doing,” he mutters, trying to sound angry but without any heat in his words. “Taking care of my sick boyfriend?” Izuku playfully retorts. The blonde glares at him. “More like getting your fill of me now that I'm too week to stop you.”
“You don't want me to?” the boy asks, already knowing the answer. “I can give you some space if that's what you want,” he innocently says, taking his hand off Kacchan's shirt and pulling the other one away from his hair. The panicked, sad look Kacchan gives him at the loss of
contact is enough for Izuku to instantly regret his actions. Kacchan likes to whine and complain about Izuku fussing over him whenever he's sick, but his tolerance for Izuku teasing him back in those moments is so low it's almost funny.
Izuku's hands fly to where they were before at the sight of his boyfriend's plaintive face, and all Kacchan does is give him an offended glare before going back to hide his face on the curve of his neck.