Four thirty A.M. That was when Izuku woke up, because someone had decided to put their fucking cutlery in the microwave. He wasn't salty about it at all.
"What did you expect, Neito? You put a fucking fork in microwave, no wonder it blew up." He sighed, desperatly wishing his friends had shared more than half a braincell between them, when his father came downstairs.
"Kid? Wha... What's wrong?" He asked, a yawn breaking up his sentence, showing how tired he was.
"Ito broke the microwave again, don't worry," Izuku grinned , and his father looked about ready to slap him.
"Damn it Ito... Just fix it then!" Monoma whined at Yamada's annoyed voice, and started complaining.
"Hey, Ito, how 'bout you come over and I make us some katsudon, and then we'll play a board game together, okay?" Izuku attempted to compromise. Monoma thought for a short while, before agreeing.
Five minutes later, a very hungry Monoma stood outside the Aizamada household, with a box of monopoly under his arm.
"I call dibs on being the dog." He smirked, knowing Izuku was always the dog. Said boy grumbled annoyedly, before returning to the kitchen.
"The katsudon is done soon. You can begin setting up the game, Pops' making us hot chocolate." He yelled from his spot in front of the oven.
A few minutes later, he stepped into the living room, with four bowls balanced on his arms, eliciting a frown from the Monoma.
"Why do you have four bowls? We're only-" He was cut off by a looming presence behind him.
"I love my son's cooking, Neito, and the mere smell of it can wake me up from the deepest slumber." Yamada laughed at Aizawa's antics, and patted the sofa next to himself.
"I made hot chocolate, and Neito brought monopoly!" Aizawa silently sat down, and grabbed the cat, placing it on the board, next to the dog, hat and shoe already there.
Half an hour later, Izu was trying to hold back a smirk as Neito, who only had three one-dollar bills landed on his dark blue square with two hotels. Glaring at his best friend, Monoma scowled.
"I despise your very existance." Izuku only laughed, and took another bite out of the katsudon.
"Does anyone want to watch a movie? We could watch I Wanna Eat Your Pancreas, I've heard people talk about it." The others agreed, and soon, they were turned towards the television.
Circa two hours later, they were all undone, sobbing messes. Surprisingly enough, Aizawa seemed to be the one most affected, as he was bawling his eyes out, and muttering about "That poor girl's mother! And her poor friends!" Izuku quietly got up, and rolled up four futons next to each other, turned to the others and gave them a simple command.
"Sleep."
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Arigato, Kacchan. {A DADZAWA FANFIC}
FanfictionON HIATUS, CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN In a world where 80% of the population possesses some kind of uncanny ability, there is a young boy, barely above 13, with an ability like this, although his was a weak one. His smile shines - Literally. One day...
