Three years of friendship, one absentminded "good boy," and suddenly Izuku Midoriya discovers he really, really likes praise...especially when it comes from you. Call him a "good boy" trust 馃
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@hot_hot_cheetosThe Heights Alliance common room was exactly as it always was on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Kirishima and Kaminari were sprawled across separate couches in a heated argument about which hero had the better ultimate move, Uraraka and Ashido sat cross-legged on the floor painting each other's nails, and Bakugo was hunched in his usual armchair, glaring at his phone like it had personally offended him. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, dust motes dancing lazily in the warm air. The smell of something savory drifted from the open-concept kitchen where Izuku stood behind the counter, sleeves rolled to his elbows as he plated the last of the katsudon he'd spent the last hour preparing.