Katsuki had been sat at the table in the temporary dining room for at least half an hour waiting for Izuku. With each passing minute his scowl deepened and his brow furrowed to the point that by the time Izuku's fluffy green hair poked around the corner his entire face was scrunched into a ridiculous pout. Midoriya supposed it was probably supposed to look threatening but from his point of view it was far to reminiscent of the portraits of that 'grumpy cat' that one of his friends used to show him to be anything other than funny and he struggled to stifle a giggle in the crook of his left elbow. Instantly Katsuki's eyes zeroed in on him.

"You gonna stand there all day or are you coming in." Bakugou snarled, defensive as ever, lip curling as he gestured to the seat next to his.

Izuku instantly scurried out from behind the door and Katsuki had to suppress a slight wince of guilt at the sight of his right hand wrapped tightly in bandages and bound to his chest. Izuku didn't seem to notice and strode towards him, awkwardly pulling out a chair with his good hand and falling heavily into the seat.

"So...?" Midoriya began, slouching in his chair. His eyes were trailing around the room, looking every which way except towards Katsuki, and his lips were pursed.

"I-" Katsuki began, voice gruff and threatening. He cleared his throat. "I mean, I wanted to apologise...I guess."

"You...what?"

"Don't make me repeat myself Shitty Nerd."

"No I heard you but I'm the one who should be apologising. I mean I barged straight into your house and sure you insulted me," Katsuki had to suppress another wince. "And you were trying to goad me to fight. But...But I didn't have to react and it's your hou-castle and I mean I destroyed your dining room."

"We both fucking destroyed my dining room, but it wouldn't be destroyed if I didn't insist on being such a jack-ass ok. I thought you were a weak-ass overconfident nerd, but your not, your fucking insanely good a fighting. If you'd issued an official challenge, this would be your castle right now."

Izuku looked at him wide eyed and gazed around the room.

"Seriously!?" He asked.

"That's how it works." Katsuki replied, dejected. "Honestly, I won't even try to stop you if you try to take the damn thing from me."

Suddenly Izuku was folding in on himself, dragging his gaze from the room around him.

"What no...I'd never...it's yours." They fell into a sort of uncomfortable silence after that, only broken when one of the more skittish of Katsuki's soulbound scurried through the door with a tray of food, spewing apologies. Their hands shook as they set out plates of steaming hot food all while Katsuki glared daggers from his eyes.

"It's really no wonder they're all scared of you Kacchan, with all the glaring you do."

"Haah!?" The soulbound jumped two feet into the air with shock at his voice, very nearly spilling the water they were pouring right into Izuku's lap. They apologised profusely, backing swiftly out of the door with the silver tray in one hand and the empty jug of water in the other.

"I'm only saying it couldn't hurt for you to smile every once in a while, or even just not frown. Honestly anything would probably be better than your normal glare."

"This is just my face fucker." Katsuki exclaimed in indignation. Still, over the next few minutes, Izuku watched his brow furrows and his mouth wobble, the corners switching between twisting skyward and dipping towards the ground. Finally, Katsuki's mouth settled into a sort of painful half smile that was honestly more terrifying than any glare he could have sent Izuku's way and yet he couldn't help but smile, then burst out laughing at the sheer hilarity of the expression.

"What's so funny blockhead!"

"Have you-never-smiled-before-or something." Izuku gasped out between great bouts of laughter. Katsuki could practically see stars twinkling mirthfully in his eyes as he followed the creases at their corners. Oh fuck that was kind of cute.

"Not-Not everyone's stupid enough to laugh at everything." He spluttered out in retort, but that only made Izuku pout.

"Yeah well you shouldn't make such stupid faces then I won't be able to laugh at them." He playfully stuck out his tongue and then it was Katsuki's turn to pout. He grabbed his fork and stabbed it violently into his food, fishing out a great chunk of chicken from the curry and shoving it into his mouth. As he chewed, his expression seemed to go from angry to vaguely annoyed and he began to glare down at his bowl.

"What'd the curry do to you?" Izuku asked, playfully cocking his head slightly to the side.

"This shit's bloody plain. Not even half the spice there should be." Bakugou turned up his lip, preparing to yell out the a soulbound and give them a good berating. Then suddenly Midoriya surged forward, spoon in hand and with only a quick "lemme try" before his spoon was dipping into Bakugou's curry, scooping it straight into his waiting mouth. Bakugou watched as Midoriya fell back into his seat and followed the heated red flush that was creeping up his cheeks, he smirked.

"What is it too much for you?" Katsuki asked condescendingly.

"Nope," Izuku managed to choke out through the burning in his mouth. "S'delicious", and then he was desperately fanning his mouth and downing great gulps of water.

"Ha! You can't even handle a tiny bit of spice."

"A tiny bit...that curry probably contains...more...spice than I've ever eaten...in my life." Izuku forced out between gasps of air and mouthfuls of water. "You must be some kind of monster."

Katsuki leaned right over the table. As he moved in he could see Izuku's eyes widen in confusion and he smirked, not stopping until his mouth was right by Izuku's ear.

"Some kind of demon you mean."

And the he was on his feet, cackling with his bowl of curry in one hand. Katsuki stalked to the door. Honestly, that cook better be glad that Izuku had put him into a better mood because it might have just about saved them.

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