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“You could have called me.” Ochako ran a hand through her freshly combed hair, settling herself on a barstool and motioning for him to do the same.
Bakugo, looking increasingly conflicted, did as told.
“Didnt wanna bother you. Not your problem and Nerd talked about the week you had. Figured you needed time off from this crap.” He said, impressively calm.
His eyes tracked her movements though, nothing invasive, just raw.
“He needs it just as much as me, maybe more. You weren’t there when he got back from that two week long recon mission in the UK recently, his injuries weren’t horrendous, still bad, but mentally? There’s still things he won’t tell me.”
Bakugo listened intently, looking down and nodding along to her words sans eye contact.
“He won’t tell me much about it either.”
“I get how important this mission is, but if it’s this dire, I know Kirishima and Todoroki would take his place and go with you. And it would be okay.” She mentioned the last part pointedly, knowing Bakugo would argue about logistics.
Instead he wouldn’t look up, something conflicting in the air about him weighing his head down and his shoulders tersed up.
“It’s guaranteed with him. It’s a percentage with the extras.” He said lowly.
Ochako hummed, “I understand that, but…“
Raising his head up, eyes alit, Bakugo let out a heavy sigh through his nose and sat up, straight and primed to fully put himself to this conversation. On the other hand, Ochako sat comfortably with a mild slouch as any would when sitting (not putting forth effort to sit proper) the polar opposite energy. Bakugo’s brows furrowed at her not following his lead.
“It’s important he's there, we’ve been working towards this for weeks overall! it’s a slap in his face if I took a different idiot with me, Kay?” He blurted, tone artificially held back.
She could respect how well he’d grown to acknowledge when it was much less appropriate to be his usual loud, crass self. Yet the withheld tone was disconcerting to her, made evident by the desperate look in his eye. What was going on with this mission Izuku hadn’t told her about? He’d run through everything he was doing to what she thought was without secret, now though she wasn’t sure she could believe that.
“I see where you’re coming from,” She scratched at the nerves prickling her arm.
Any argument left her as she took in detail after detail of Bakugo. He kept picking up the stray pen on the counter and setting it back down or rolling it, though an odd fact was his meticulousness in not being noisy with it. A thankful thing at least, Ochako might otherwise wrestle him into a chokehold. Gah! She needed to focus or else Bakugo might be the one disarming her.
“Just- im going to accept Deku being very important for this, that’s not an argument. I guess it’s the timing that’s being unfair. You probably did the right thing…as much as I hate to admit it.”
“Hunny- er Ochako- can you help me for a moment?” Izuku called out. He must be in the closet by how muffled his voice was.
Bakugo scowled in her peripheral, “Still so frickin weird you’re- hitched.”
Ochako shot an amused smile over her shoulder as she turned and stood.
“Still gettin’ used to it myself. Now sit and behave yourself, and please give us a minute. He needs to do things slow right now.”
Bakugo opened his mouth to argue but Ochako quickly clamped her hand together in a shush and made way into the bedroom swiftly. It had only been a number of months living here, but she could already map the place in her sleep.
(She couldn't. That was a fat lie, she ran into everything possible if it was the least bit dark. Just so happened this time she made a smooth journey without hiccup that had her ego boosted too far up the tree.)
“Izu?” She poked her head into the closet and sighed, more lovingly than the sight warranted.
With one hand tugging up at the hidden zipper, Izuku grunted and shuffled around half naked in the smaller space, grabbing a few items mindlessly and shoving them in the red containers on his belt. His attempt to unstick the zipper from its unbudging position was fruitless. Not yet acknowledging her presence, he stopped packing and gave another grumbling go at the zipper with no success.
She stifled a laugh watching his antics of trying to be self sufficient, but it came bubbling out when his thumb slipped off the zipper and pain flashed across his eyes. He brought up the thumb and sucked on the side of it with the most heart wrenching pout, stumbling upon noticing Ochako at the entryway.
“How long have you been there?!?!” He yelped, still sucking the thumb.
“Long enough to see why I married you.” Ochako smirked.
He blanched at her, pulled out his thumb and held it out as if to show off he wasn’t just sucking his thumb for the fun of it.
“I- It’s not what it looks like.”
Her half dressed, stuttering, frazzled, pouting husband made her hormones spike worse than the day before her ovulation. Let it be known she’s the horniest living creature for roughly 3 days, bad enough they both make sure their schedules allow time to er…alleviate the symptoms so that both she and Deku (he's almost worse than her, almost. The hormones of her ovulation quite literally affect his own and amp up his already high libido if you’d believe it) can actually focus during patrol.
“I saw you cut your thumb, don’t worry,” She giggled. “I still see what I saw when I knew I wanted to marry you.”
Her husband's eyes turned hungry in response instead of shy and shocked like she’d expected. Abandoning the zipper, he marched over to her with a bare torso and hero suit half on, top half flopped over his utility belt limply. Things were happening so fast Ochako didn’t realize she’d subconsciously backed up until her shins hit the lip of the small ottoman they had in the (frankly huge) closet, shocking her and sending her straight down to sit against her will. Izuku’s eyes narrowed, a suggestive glint in them as he prowled up.
Her toes curled, abdomen and thighs contracting tightly in anticipation. She’d forgotten about the urgent matter of the mission—by the way her husband picked her up and set her farther back so he could straddle her—it was just as far gone from his mind.
Or so she thought.
Cupping her face with the devils smirk, he fanned his hands up through the silky strands of her hair. He focused on smoothing the wild baby hairs in thoughtful strokes until all that would obey being tamed allowed themselves to be. Ochako rested herself back on her hands to simply enjoy this moment before he inevitably remembered and risked himself in yet another mission without her.
His smirk fell, his eyebrows furrowed together. He sank into her lap and wrapped her into his strong, scarred, arms.
“O-oh.” She blurted. She pressed her cheek into the hard, supple, muscle of his pec (not a bad place at all, mind her). One of his hands ran through her hair again as the other held her tightly to him.
“I’m sorry.” He rasped.
Huh?
“Izu, what are you sorry for?” She glanced up, alarmed at what she’d find from that tone.
Her vision obstructed when he sighed and hooked his chin over her head.
“That I’m leaving again.”
“Oh Izu,” Keeping his gaze focused on her for as long as she could with constant touch, that being her running hands on his thighs as he often did to her, she added, “I knew this coming into our marriage. And you try, you do. You’ve gotten so much better knowing what missions you could skip out on to spend more time here.”
His response took her by surprise, “I could have missed this one, but I think Kacchan needs me more than the mission needs me.”
“Huh. You think so?” It was a genuine question.
“I do- oh and…thank you…for what you said.”
Her heart fluttered like it was their first date all over again, reaching her lips spread wide and cheeks hurting (for some reason).
“Course, what are wife’s for?” She lilted, curving her body just enough to grab his attention there.
“Er- a lot of things-“ He stammered, eyes honed right where she wanted. Then gingerly, hesitantly, gripped her small hands and placed them off himself.
He shimmied back and stood to his height, shoving his arms into the proper locations as he kissed her on her lips so passionately she lost the air in her lungs in just the span of the 3 seconds the kiss lasted, and in one attempt zipped up his suit. He grabbed needed items in his path out of their oddly luxury closet, but not before raking his eyes down Ochakos form more lewd than anyone ought to ever perceive of him and gave her one last glance exiting the doorway of their room removed of anything sexual.
His eyes were so kind, loving, they were bright but pulled into a sad smile. She lifted her hand into a half of a heart too late for his vision to see. However, the hand closest to her bent back into view, his last foot stepping out, and formed the other half.
***
Hours later, long after she’d fallen asleep and well into the ungodly hours of the morning, the bed dipped beside her.
“I’m back, honey. I love you so much. So…so much,”
Her fitful dream quieted into a regular nonsensical plot straight after a warmth enveloped her and a sweet, busted lip kiss pressed to the edge of her soft ones.
“Let’s enjoy the time we have, for as long as we have,” He mumbled in her ear knowing she couldn’t hear him. It was that fact that put his mind at ease, the darkness and guilt of what's to come easier to pour out through his hushed voice.
Her divinely peaceful resting face was too much to resist, so allowing his impulses to take over, he reached a hand littered in scrapes and bruises (none broken thank you very much) and caressed her cheek in such reverence it would be a sin to disrupt them.
Take URGENT note Kacchan!
“No matter what happens Ochako, I'll always come back, always , even if death has its way with me,” He chuckles sadly. “I'll beat the system and come back to life like a phoenix would.”