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[Katsuki come to fairly easily, a small catnap good enough for a fair recharge. he sits up and frowns at the other things.]

I know you didn't get that much sushi. The fuck's all this?

I picked up changes of clothes for us.

[ Don't expect fashion, but it's comfortable and at least not a hospital gown? ]

I figured you'd be more comfortable that way.

[Well, he manages to get get one past him without blowing up. So long as he's not wearing a shirt that reads "Bewbs" on it tomorrow or something...]

Better than running around in the bloody crap from before...

[ Nah, he got Katsuki sweats and a sleeveless tank like he frequently wears to train. Figured it would be fine for sleeping and also leaving tomorrow. The sweats might have a logo on the seam? But they're not high fashion...just not absolutely terrible either. Picked up a pack of boxers too just in case Katsuki wanted to change those or wear any.

He got pretty much the same shit for himself, only not sleeveless. He gets cold easier. ]

Yeah, it was pick something up or you go home in hospital gift shop clothes tomorrow...

[Good. He's slept in those clothes plenty of times. tanktops are his preference around the house and such, t-shirts being close second. No bitching about the logo cause really, he doesn't care if they're comfortable and not trash. he's not a haute culture snob when it comes to clothes, even if he does go out like a punk model half the time.

No wonder. You grew up a noodle with no meat on those bones. A spring breeze would freeze you. Nerd.]

Great. Cause I just love wearing the fucking toothpaste green aprons.

[He's kept his pants one cause fuck them for thinking he needs to take those off to treat a side and arm wound.]

Change before we eat then.

[ He sorts through the bags to hand Katsuki his stuff, but won't help him unless asked because he doubts Katsuki wants the help. ]

I'll unpack the food while you do that.

Why do I have to fucking change? I'm sleeping in this damn bed and can't get out of it except to take a piss.

[He can sit up and stretch a little, but supposed to stay put for the rest of the night till morning. Give his body time to heal.]

Oh, um, you don't have to. Just if you want to.

[ Izuku always kind of hated having to be in hospital clothes for long stretches of time, but if Katsuki doesn't mind, he doesn't mind either.

He starts doling out Katsuki's food order. ]

I don't.

[He's only in half hospital clothes. And he's taking the stupid "shirt" off as well. Nurse'll yell at him later, but whatever. He's bandaged and it's not coming off.

Sitting in just his pants and bandages, he takes what Izuku offers him.]

[ He got them drinks, too. Water or bottled tea, whatever Katsuki wants from the selection.

Izuku digs in, having dragged a chair over. ]

[Water's fine, but he'll keep a tea on the side just in case. Probably going to run through both of them because he feels pretty parched.

Chopsticks broken and he goes into the food. Hey, this is pretty good.]

[ It's definitely higher quality stuff, though not insanely so. Izuku got some fruit sushi too because he...likes sweets and gimmicks. ]

[Fruit sushi sounds good. Katsuki's occasionally had it cause it's not the sweetest thing. Still, the things Izuku got for him were good. Spicy. Crunchy.]

[ Izuku definitely stays away from Katsuki's order. He can handle spice - especially since Katsuki cooks for them a lot - but he still naturally prefers things just a step less spicy.

He...didn't eat lunch today, so he's eating a lot, though. ]

[He's held back on the spice when he cooks for the two of them, not forcing Izuku to eat something he'll be sweating tears over. That or he'll make a spicy and a bland version.

Noticing Izuku chowing down, however, Katsuki arches a brow.]

What'd you do, starve yourself for groceries?

Uh, I skipped lunch?

[ If he sounds embarrassed about it...he is. It wasn't on purpose. ]

Why?

[Not sure why he's embarrassed about it either. A lot of people skip lunch.]

I just keep forgetting to eat recently.

[ A shrug. When he's really focused on not thinking about things he gets...

Really Focused ]

The hell are you focusing that hard on?

[There's hardly anything here that demands that kind of attention!]

It's... [ Well, partly their fight. Partly other things... ]

...I was just distracted?

Make a fucking schedule and stick to it. Sheesh...

[Why is that so hard for people?]

I normally do. I've just been thinking a lot about us, you know?

[ And he's bad at emotionally multitasking? ]

You do that all the time...

[Seriously.]

If I'm the cause of your death, I'll beat your fucking corpse up.

Okay, first of all you probably won't be [ Maybe ] and second of all it's different here!

[ He has new and exciting things to stress out about! ]

You're missing meals cause you're stressing over me.

[And yet he says "probably" to his face.]

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