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A/N: Filler ✨

"Touya." 

The tattooed alpha grunts, eyes still closed and heavy with drowsiness. The voice is so distant to his ears, easily forgotten as he rolls over onto his side with the decision to ignore it altogether. If he's lucky, maybe it's just a dream and he's not actually being woken up at God knows what hour. 

He startles awake at the foot being shoved into his back, cursing loudly as he shoots upright to glare at his attacker. He's not even the slightest bit surprised to see Izuku standing over him with that fucking smug ass look on his face. If Touya wasn't worried he'd break all of Inko's nice furniture, he'd take Izuku right the the fucking staircase. 

"I'm gonna take that foot and I'm gonna fucking break it, you little shit. I know your mother taught you not to put your feet on people." 

"Quit whining and get up, you lazy shit. It's already almost noon and dad says you're supposed to be helping me with the yard. The longer we wait, the hotter it's gonna get and I'm not tryna die of a fuckin' heat stroke." 

"I hope you trip on the porch steps and swallow your front teeth." Touya hisses, tugging a hand through his hellacious hair with a sigh. He can smell something heinously greasy being cooked up in the kitchen and his stomach growls, to which he decides to relent and throw the blankets off in favor of dragging himself to the kitchen table for some of Inko's cooking. He goes to stand when a white piece of fabric is thrown onto his head. 

"Put a shirt on." 

"Why?" 

"Because Kacchan is here and you need to at least be halfway decent, you goddamn dumpster fire." 

"I'm wearing pants; that is halfway decent." 

"Put the fucking shirt on."

"You put the fuckin' shirt on. What, you worried that Katsuki's gonna fall in love with me after he gets a look at these guns?" Touya teases, flexing his muscles. Izuku just stands there glaring at him, unmoving and obviously not going to leave Touya alone until he agrees to wear the shirt so Touya hisses at him and pulls the shirt over his head but not without flipping Izuku off first. Satisfied, the freckled alpha turns and leaves for the kitchen. Touya bristles and rolls his eyes. "Fuckin' dramatic bitch." 

"Heard that." 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Touya grumbles, dragging his feet and scratching at his abs as he makes his way to the kitchen. 

He's a little surprised to see Shouto standing at the stove and not Inko. He's got his hair tied back, yellow apron over his clothes as he makes what Touya assumes to be hash browns. Izuku is practically glued to his back, hands at his waist and lips kissing at his neck. Shouto giggles, craning his neck and squeaking when Izuku's lips graze against his mating gland. 

Touya wants to vomit. 

"Get a fucking room, would you? People eat in here." 

Shouto promptly flips him off with a laugh, shrugging Izuku off of him and asking him to get some drinking glasses down to set the table with. 

He slants his body just enough to watch Touya come staggering into the kitchen like a drunkard. "Brother. You look like shit." He greets the alpha, gesturing for him to sit down at the table. Touya huffs haughtily, plopping down into the chair at the end of the table. "Gotta love those good Todoroki genes." 

"I was talking about that bruise that got bitch slapped onto your jaw last night." 

"Don't start, Sho."