"I'll win! That's what it means to be a hero!"

Katsuki’s eye twitched multiple times. “Dominos, we need to have a fuckin’ talk…”

“OI! IT’S MY BOYFRIEND’S BIRTHDAY! GO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIM OR I’LL KICK YOUR ASS!”

@heterochromatica

“Hm, I’ve never been kareoking before… I wonder if I’d have a good singing voice… Do I even sing like…?”

Katsuki had been on his way to the kitchen when he overheard Ponytail speak. “…hahh?? You’ve never had to be dragged to karaoke before?” he snorted rudely. “Would’ve figured Raccoon Eyes or Ears would’ve taken you by now.”

Unprompted Asks [Always Accepting]

@explodcor asked:

Katsuki glared at his brother for laughing at him before quickly forming a snowball and lobbing it towards Nats’ face.

Natsuki was too busy cackling to end up avoiding the snowball Katsuki sent at him, getting pelted with a yelp and toppling over.

Oh, it was war now.

He immediately rolled back to his feet, scooping up snow between his hands and hurling it back at his twin brother. “Two can play that game, Kats!!”

Now that Katsuki knew his brother would retaliate, he snickered and already went to dart behind a tree before Natsuki could hit him. “As if I’ll let you win, otoutou-chaaaan~!” he taunted as he bent down to quickly make a few more snowballs.

He stuck his head out from behind the tree and threw the snowballs back at his brother before ducking back behind the trunk.

@heterochromatica said: He brushes some snow from Katsuki’s hair and kisses his cheek, it’s his way of asking for forgiveness for starting this~ <3

“Oi, the snow’s fuckin’ cold–!” Katsuki huffed loudly as he let Shouto fuss over him. He couldn’t stay mad at his boyfriend for very long, especially when he got kisses out of the situation.

“Wanna drink hot tea…”

Anonymous said: All out of the sudden a snowball is flying his way, aimed to hit him straight in the face ;D

Katsuki hadn’t reacted in time and let out a loud shout when he was pelted in the face. His eye twitched multiple times before he snarled, “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Due to his Quirk and hot-headed temper, it wasn’t long before the leftover snow was dripping down his face as it melted into water. He lifted up his arm to furiously scrub the rest of it away before bending down to scoop up a snowball of his own.

He frantically searched around for any sign of the greyface. Unfortunately for the anon, Katsuki was also holding a bottle of water. He suddenly fell eerily silent as he began pouring cold water over the snowball. It began hardening into ice under the chill of the weather.

Prepare yourself, greyface. You were going to die for that.

Anonymous said: “What are the last five search results on your browsing history?”

“Heh. Wouldn’t ya like to know~?”

5. “Top ten best soba restaurants in Japan.”

4. “Drum music book for post-alternative metal.”

3. “Extra spicy mapo tofu recipes.”

2. “Ryokan resort get aways near me.”

1. “Candy cane themed lingerie.”

Anonymous asked: “If your mother was willing to blame her sixteen year old son for getting kidnapped by villains, how on earth did she react to her fourteen year old son getting almost killed by a living slime monster?”

“My mom’s not fuckin’ heartless, ya know?” Katsuki huffed as his eyes darkened. “She reacted like any parent would do if her only kid was nearly killed by a villain.”

“The first thing she did was ask if I was okay. She even called Izuku’s mom to make sure Izuku was okay cuz that dumbass ran into that mess too.”

“Though, I didn’t tell her much of how I really felt about that whole incident at the time,” he murmured. “I wasn’t able to verbalize it then, but the hypocrisy of the Pro Heroes on the scene praising me for panicking and causing collateral damage while berating Izuku for trying to save me pissed me off to no end. All cuz I had a Quirk and he didn’t, I got praised while he got lectured.”

He may have sought his mom out for some comfort that day, but no one needed to know about that.

“Merry Christmas, I guess. Don’t burn down the damn kitchen or I’ll kill you.”

Katsuki overheard the question Eri had asked Pikachu and immediately choked on his water. Suddenly, he was coughing loudly and flushing bright red.

“Okay, I may have had some tsundere moments in my life, but I ain’t that bad!”

“Oh okay…” he grabs his chopsticks and picks up a few noodles, taking a quick bite. Chewing, frowning, shaking his head.

“You’re right it’s…not good.” but it was worth a try! You never know!

Katsuki huffed loudly. “Fuckin’ obviously! Plain apples have no business being in ramen! You can’t make ramen into a dessert!”

“Kacchan, I highly doubt you won’t make Todoroki-kun soba. All he has to do is ask and you’ll make it for him.”

“You don’t fuckin’ know that–”

“But I want to try it?”

Shouto really wanted to pull his arm, didn’t he?

Katsuki went silent for a few moments before heaving the heaviest of sighs. “Fine, you can try one bite,” he huffed. “It’s probably gonna be gross though.”

Adding apple powder to his unflawored ramen noodles.

“…………….”

He squinted at his boyfriend. “If you eat that, I ain’t making you soba for dinner.”

“What apples and Ramen isn’t even that unhinged. It’s not like I said add chocolate and marshmallows or something crazy. I bet apple powder would make the ramen taste sweet.”

“……”

Katsuki thought to himself for a moment. “I mean if apples are part of a savory sauce, then that’d be one thing,” he murmured. “But just straight apple syrup or powder on ramen is just fuckin’ wrong.”

She’s taking another slurp.

“It comes with the powder. Don’t knock it till you try it.”

“No fuckin’ thanks,” Katsuki snorted. “For me to try food, it has to at least appetizing to look at. That shit looks like toxic sludge.”

Anonymous asked: “Why are you so judgmental about people’s tastes in food? Can’t you just let people enjoy what they want?”

“If you decide to eat some weird shit in front of me, I have the right to judge you for it! Some shit just doesn’t go together! The flavors clash too damn much!”

“It’s hot Cheetos Ramen.” She slurps up more noodles out of spite and squints.

“You enjoy your noodles your way, and I enjoy them My way…”

“Hot Cheetos ramen…??” Katsuki echoed before shivering at the thought of it. “Does it come with powder or did you just crush up Cheetos and boil them into the ramen?”

“What the hell are you teaching her, Fireball?!” Katsuki exclaimed in disbelief. “Just cuz you like weird ass food combinations doesn’t mean you gotta teach her too!”

Rima stops and stares. Mid slurp of her hot Cheetos Ramen.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes immediately. “…what the fuck is that? It looks fuckin’ radioactive.”

“Can Americans stop making weird ass ramen flavors? Some flavors have no business being around ramen!” Katsuki shuddered in disgust. “Who the fuck would wanna eat pumpkin pie flavored ramen?!”

@heterochromatica said: “Katsuki?” he waits until he’s got his boyfriend attention: “Someone said I should ask you this.” he pauses, glances at his phone, which is the first sign that something unimaginable stupid is going to come next. Katsuki can take a wild guess who gave his boyfriend this splendid idea. Shoto’s voice remains dry as sand as he continues: “Since I didn’t grow up with a proper father, do you want to be my daddy?”

As soon as Shouto said “someone said to ask you this,” Katsuki knew he was in for it. A shadow crossed over his features. He knew he’d hate this.

The question made him short-circuit. Katsuki’s entire face went the shade of a bright red cherry. “………………”

“………………………………….”

It took him a good minute to remember how to speak words again. “HAHH!??!”

“Who the fuck put you up to that?!” he asked with an eye twitch. “I swear if it was fuckin’ Pikachu, I’ll kill him–!”

He notably didn’t give a clear answer to Shouto’s question.

He pulled the bottom of the shirt off of his head and let it fall back in place. “OI– I like it! Besides, it was more clever than his usual shirts.”

It took Katsuki a few more seconds to calm down before he flashed a teasing smirk at his twin. “I guess it’s kinda cute,” he relented. “Though given that you’re wearing it cuz Izuku got it for you is gay as fuck.”

Anonymous said: “Your mother has been talking about you and your brother pffft, it’s so god damn annoying how she keeps going on and on about how ridiculously strong and wonderful you two turned out despite her shortcomings as a parent. She’s very proud of both of you.”

Katsuki felt a mess of feelings when he heard this. They still had some ways to go before he could fully forgive his mom for the way she’d treated them, and particularly, Natsuki, but it was nice to hear regardless.

“Heh,” he snorted. “She better be proud. We worked our asses off to get to where we are.”

“Something that doesn’t have this–” And with that he pulled up the front of his shirt to put over his head, where there was a decal with eyes so it looked like an actual ninja.

“………..”

Katsuki stared in stunned silence at the dumbass shirt trick before abruptly breaking into a fit of snickers.

“H-HOLY FUCKIN’ SHIT! THAT’S SO FUCKIN’ STUPID!” Even while exclaiming this, he was cackling. The shirt had successfully had its intended effect.

@heterochromatica asked: “Katsuki, can we play some more Minecraft together?”

“Yeah, sure,” Katsuki replied with a shrug. “We still gotta build that castle in the mountain anyways.”

“Maybe.” At least he hadn’t seen what was on the inside of it yet. “It’s a better version though.”

“I know I’m gonna regret asking this shit, but what the hell’s a worse version of that shirt?”

“A T-shirt, what’s it look like?” Yes, he was allowed to sass his brother.

Natsuki just got a flat stare. “No shit, Sherlock,” Katsuki huffed. “I’m talking about what’s on the damn t-shirt.”

“Looks like some shit Izuku would wear,” he added, shaking his head. “Did he get it for you?”

Natsuki came back out of his room, currently wearing a shirt that says “Ask me about my ninja disguise.”

Katsuki gave his brother one look-over before snorting loudly in amusement. “What the hell are you wearing?”