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ˡᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉˢᶜᵘᵉ ᵐᵉ

A/N: this is just filler but I hope you enjoy the fluff ❤️

"I think that we should do it." 

Shota had seen it coming from a mile away and yet, the moment that Masaru says it, it somehow still manages to nearly take the wind from his lungs. He heaves a suffering sigh, resting his head against his palm from where he's slouched over the kitchen table with an immensely painful headache. 

"Masa...can we just really sit down and talk about this for a while, honey?" 

"What's there to talk about, Shota?" The omega counters, still buzzing around the kitchen with the intention of finishing dinner. "It's not as if we have days to contemplate this. We've already wasted enough time; we need to use what we have left to make proper preparations. Honestly, I can't believe that you waited three days to tell me about this." He chides, leaning down to check the cookies in the oven. He hopes that Katsuki and Eri like the new recipe that he's using. 

He'd been rather excited to find that Katsuki would be staying with them for a day or two; he wants to make sure that he's comfortable. Touya had said that they usually have spaghetti on Thursdays---a tradition started by Inko Midoriya that Katsuki had grown quite fond of---so Masaru's been adamant about making sure that he'd cooked it as close to perfection as he could hope for. 

Anything for his pup. 

Shota folds his arms across his chest with a sharp look of annoyance. 

"What we don't have is the luxury to just blindly follow the captain on whatever suicide mission he wants to throw the two of you on---this isn't your fucking job. " 

"Maybe it isn't my job but it's my life and quite frankly I'm ready to start living it---"

"If even the smallest thing goes wrong in that godforsaken house then you might not have a life to live in the aftermath!" 

"But we have to take this chance, Shota." 

"No, we fucking don't!" 

"Baby, I can handle being knocked around a little from Mitsuki if that's what you're worried about---" 

"Do you even fucking hear yourself?! Why are you willing to endure even that much for this stupid fucking plan?! What if it's not just Mitsuki, hm? What if the lot of them decide to beat you to fucking death right then and there?! What if they fucking do something worse?! All for this incredibly dangerous fucking plan that could easily backfire and get us all killed?!" 

A pause. 

"It's just a risk that I have to take." Masaru replies, jaw tight in an attempt to keep his own temper in check. The last thing he wants it for this to turn into a screaming match. 

But Shota isn't willing to give up so easily. 

"What about Katsuki, then? Is he supposed to just go along with this?" He presses, hands shaking as he curls them against the table in an attempt to will them still. Masaru sighs, turning to face Shota in exasperation. 

"He would. Because Katsuki doesn't know the real danger of what's meant to happen at that ball."

"Then what if something happens to you? Who's going to protect him, then?"