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Kirishima woke up with a pillow to his head.
The impact was brief, and he groaned as it bounced off his head and landed to the floor with a soft thud. He peeled his eyes open and blinked through his bleary just woke up vision, his ashen blond counterpart giving little leeway before his next attack. “Get up, Eijirou,” Katsuki grumbled as he clapped his hand onto the redhead’s back, snickering as the other curved his spine and hissed.
“Ow, c'mon!” Eijirou groaned, nose scrunching as he cut his eyes over his shoulder to glare at the blond. Katsuki smiled at him, gaze soft and endearing, body encased in a subtle, ethereal glow of gold from the rising sun pouring light into their window. Eijirou blinked again, his irritated facade crumbling entirely; his lips parted slightly in a noiseless gasp. Kat pats his back, smoothing his hand over the area that was a screaming flush of red. “We got shit to do today, Ei,” the blond vaguely reminds him as he lifts himself from the edge of their bed.
Kiri hums, pressing his cheek into the mattress with a sigh as he closes his eyes again. He hears the blond shuffle out of the room and follows the fleeting sound of his footsteps to the kitchen. He stayed as is for a moment, delighted in the brevity of calm as his body slowly tingled awake, his breathing steady. He could faintly hear the sound of pots clattering against the stove, and it wasn't until that settled down that he finally forced his eyes open and sat upright in the bed. The sheets pooled to Katsuki’s side of the bed and spilled onto the floor, pillow missing in action, fitted sheet wrinkled where Eijirou assumed the blond had sat for a bit before getting up himself. His glasses were abandoned at the bedside, adjacent to the digital clock, which read a quarter past six. Eijirou stretched himself across the bed to grab the frames, meticulously folding the temples together before he finally lifted himself off the bed.
The wooden floor was cool under his bare feet. He padded to the kitchen, rubbing his scarred eye with a free hand. He grumbles, “Are you really walking around without your frames, Suki?”
Katsuki was engrossed in preheating the skillet, a bowl offset his left, and upon closer inspection, the redhead realized it was a scrambled egg bowl. “I don't need them to cook, Ei,” was the blond’s argument, falsified by the fact he was already squinting down at the pan as he buttered it with a stick of butter. Eijirou buffed, coming behind the blond to precariously set his frames on the bridge of his nose. Katsuki huffed, properly adjusting the frames to his face before muttering a thanks.
The redhead pressed a kiss to his shoulder and backed off, stalking towards the bathroom. He already knew what was up; The Hero Billboard Chart JP was coming up this weekend and the couple had yet to pick up suits for the occasion. Katsuki hated last-minute things, but the redhead had pleaded with him to defer from suit shopping until he got to do his final weigh-in for the month; he had spent it trimming down after spending a considerable amount of time fluffing up over the winter and this month was the last of his shredding schedule.
Droplets of water dripped from his hair, and he favored a towel around his waist as he stepped into the scale. He poured at his numbers, quickly getting into his clothes before returning to the kitchen. “Babe, can you believe I actually gained a pound since last month?”
The blond huffed, sliding a plate of eggs and rice his way as the redhead sat at the kitchen island. He gave the redhead a look over before starting at his own plate with a pair of chopsticks. “You look fine to me. It's probably just muscle, after all. ‘S not like you stopped liftin’ or anything.”
“Yeah, I guess you're right.”
“Hey.” Eijirou looked up from his plate. The blond brandished his chopsticks at him. “I am right.”
Eijirou huffed a chuckled.
They chatted over breakfast and by the time t bey left their apartment, the sky was a picturesque blue. Traffic was surprisingly light and the air itself was tranquil. It didn't take them long to arrive at the suit shop they frequented, rightfully owned by Japan’s Best Jeanist--or formally known as Tsunagu Hakamata in the fashion industry. The bell chimed to announce their invasion, and Hakamata responded immediately, emerging from his back room with a measuring tape strung around his neck. He was dressed comfortably in a chunky cowl neck sweater, face obscured to the nose by the collar. He had on his best jeans, of course, and he steepled his fingers together as he met them halfway into the room.
“You're just in time, you two, I was just adding the finishing touches. Hakamata waved them over. Katsuki huffed, shoving his hands into his pocket as he grumbled, “Let's get these measurements over with.”
Hakamata paused, blinked, and quirked his head to the side. “I don't need your measurements.”
“You--” Ei squeezed the blond’s shoulder as he brushed by. It took another second for Katsuki to piece together what was going on while the redhead shucked off his jacket. “You already have my measurements? But I--”
“He doesn't know?” Hakamata asks Eijirou, completely disregarding the ashen blond’s unfinished inquiry. The redhead shrugged sheepishly in reply and the taller blond rolled his eye to Katsuki. “Your husband came by a week ago to inform me of your measurements, but he wouldn't tell me his own.”
“I wanted to weigh in first!” Eijirou recalls. Hakamata sighs, reeling the measuring tape from around his neck. He signaled for the redhead to raise his arms with a tap to the shoulder. “He was very colorful with his estimates,” Hakamata commented as he loops the tape around the redhead’s waist. “I munched preferred not knowing what goes on behind closed doors, or closed bedroom doors, for that matter.”
“A-ah, right…” Eijirou blushes. “Sorry!”
Mortification aside, Katsuki went into the dressing room Hakamata vaguely gestured to and noticed a garment bag he assumed his tailored suit was in. He shut the door behind him, grumbling to himself as he took hold of the zipper, pulled it downwards and wow Eijirou really went all out on the suit. It was his preferred slim fit, navy blue in color and a glen plaid in design. His vest was taupe, crosshatch, low at the breasts and paired well with a plain white dress shirt, a black pocket handkerchief, and a silk tie.
A silk tie he was not going to wear.
“Katsuki, you have to wear the tie.” The ashen blond frowned as he buttoned up his shirt, leaving the last one undone. He huffed, shaking his head. “Like shit I am.”
“C’mere.”
“Fuck off.”
“You're wearing the tie.”
“Make me!” the blond hissed, snapping his head at his last known direction, quickly realizing it to be a mistake since the redhead was already at his front with the silk tie in hand. They were currently in the bathroom, a bit breathless and sweaty from sprinting for their car after the Hero Billboard ceremony concluded. Their suits hung awkwardly on the stall door, and they had since shrugged out of their well-worn hero costumes and traded them for pressed cashmere and silk ties.
A silk tie Katsuki was fighting off his neck.
Eijirou kissed his teeth, clearly annoyed with the ashen blond’s stubbornness. “Katsuki.”
“If I wear the stupid tie, they won't see my wedding band.” Katsuki demonstrates how buttoning his top button obstructs the chain wielding his wedding band from view. The redhead may have rolled his eyes, but his overall expression read that of amusement. “It was your idea to keep our marriage under wraps and now you're backing out?”
It was the blond’s turn to roll his eyes. “Yeah fucking yeah, ‘under wraps’ from the media . You say it as if nobody close to us knows. Besides, I wanna fuck with the paparazzi for trying to peep into our apartment last month.”
Eijirou snorted, then presented the tie. “Fuck with them later, please. I'm trying to match with you.”
“‘Match,’” Katsuki sneered, gesturing at Ei’s less extravagant suit. It wasn't as fitted as the blond’s, but was rightfully snug in all the right places. His double-breasted tuxedo matched in pattern to the blond’s, though the lapels of said jacket were black as were his trousers.
And the tie, of course.
A tie that he'll maybe consider wearing now only because his husband's face was inches from his and his hands felt nice against his chest, so the blond let him the battle and lolled his head to the side, sighing as Eijirou fixed his top button and worked on tying the tie around his neck. He smooth his hand down the silk fabric, cat-like eyes cutting up to his. “See? That wasn't so bad.”
“It fucking sucks.”
“Maybe this would change your mind.”
Eijirou tugs at his tie hard enough to bring his head down and seal their lips together. It was chaste at first--a statement really, but the redhead refused to loosen his grip. Katsuki met him halfway the second time, indulging him in a languid string of soft kisses with little breaks in between. Their noses brushed against each other as they pulled back to press their foreheads together, and a small chuckle passed through Katsuki’s lips. “Okay, okay, you win.”
“Wanna bail on the party after ten minutes?”
Katsuki hummed, gaze falling to Ei’s lips, hands smoothing over fine cashmere. He grins. “Definitely.”