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You were sprawled across the couch, scrolling on your phone while half-watching a show.

Izuku sat nearby grading paperwork, occasionally mumbling to himself.

"Kacchan, where did the scissors go?"

"I dunno."

"You were the last person who used them."

"And?"

"That means you know where they are."

"No, it means I was the last person who used them."

you didn't even look up.

"They're in the kitchen drawer."

Both adults turned toward you.

"How do you know that?" Izuku asked.

"Because I live here."

A few minutes later, Izuku found the scissors exactly where you said they were.

"Kacchan, they were right."

"Yeah, yeah."

you smirked.

The peace lasted all of ten minutes before Katsuki walked into the living room carrying a basket of laundry.

"Oi kid."

"No."

"I didn't even ask anything yet."

"You were going to ask me to fold laundry."

"...Maybe."

you point at Izuku.

"Why don't you ask him?"

"Because he'll somehow turn folding towels into a life lesson."

"I would not!" Izuku protested.