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Eijirou is awakened by the softest of kisses to the nape of his neck. Katsuki’s lips stay there, pressed lightly to tanned skin, and he lets out a huff of warm breath that makes Eijirou shiver. An arm is thrown over his middle and he loops his own around it, drawing Katsuki impossibly closer and lifting their joined hands to his own lips to press soft pecks to the gold rings they wear on their left hands.
“G’morning,” he yawns and turns under Katsuki’s arm, shuffling closer and burrowing his face into Katsuki’s neck.
“Morning, Red.”
“God, I love that nickname.”
"I know.”
Eijirou cracks a smile and sighs happily into Katsuki’s skin. His husband’s heart rate picks up the slightest bit and he can’t help but find a small thrill in the reactions he can still pull from his best friend, even after all these years.
He spends a moment just basking in the intimacy, so thankful that he got to wake up in his husband’s arms today unlike most days.
It’s a rare day off. They are few and far between, even fewer and farther between are the days that both of the heroes are off at the same time. Running a hero agency and being top five heroes leaves little time for peaceful mornings such as this.
“What are the plans for today?”
“Well, it’s your birthday, so whatever you wanna do. It’s just us today. Our idiots had a whole fuckin’ day planned, but I told them you’re mine until dinner.”
“That’s sweet of them,” Eijirou sighs and presses a kiss to Katsuki’s neck, “but thank you. I don’t think I’m up for that today.”
“I know.”
“Can we just stay like this a little longer?”
Katsuki grunts his agreement and buries his nose in silky red hair, kissing the crown of Eijirou’s head. They stay like that for what feels like an eternity, just embracing and appreciating the proximity and much-needed time together, before Katsuki mumbles into Eijirou’s hair, “I love you. More than anything.”
“I love you too, Katsuki. So much that it’s hard to wrap my head around sometimes.”
Eijirou feels more than hears the soft chuckle that rumbles in Katsuki’s chest, already anticipating the quip that leaves his husband’s mouth, “Well, that might be because you’re a dumbass.”
“Hey, asshole, I graduated 6th in our class!” Eijirou snorts, playfully nipping at Katsuki’s neck, “But I did have a super hot tutor beating the knowledge into my head, so that might have had something to do with it.”
Katsuki clicks his tongue, “’Super hot’, huh?”
“Oh yeah, the hottest,” Eijirou hums, “I wonder what he’s up to these days.”
He can’t see the blond’s face, but Eijirou knows Katsuki is rolling his eyes good-naturedly, “I heard he’s married to some red-haired idiot and they’re stupidly happy now.”
“Damn, sounds like I missed out.”
Eijirou bends his head back to press his lips firmly against his husband’s, putting all the happiness and love he’s feeling into it. The kiss is unhurried and sweet, affectionate without being heated. Simply a kiss to express their love. Eijirou’s heart is full to bursting, overcome with emotion. He’s so in love, so totally and completely in love even after so many years together that it makes his eyes sting and his chest burn.
A soft, happy sigh escapes his lips as he brings Katsuki even closer, kissing him again.
And again.
And again.
Eventually, Eijirou’s smiling so hard he has to pull away and goes to resume his previous position, but Katsuki shimmies backwards and presses a firm hand to the juncture where Eijirou’s neck meets his shoulder to keep him away.
Eijirou lets out a whine and scrunches up his face, lips forming a pout. Before he can protest, he’s silenced by Katsuki leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw. “You are stupidly strong.”
“Katsuki, wha-”
A kiss is then pressed to the sensitive spot near his ear as Katsuki all but purrs, “You are manly.”
Goosebumps break out on Eijirou’s skin and he feels his face start to burn as his brain starts to shut down, static filling his head. He’s not exactly sure what Katsuki is doing right now, but far be it from Eijirou to complain. He’s melting under the gentle hand on his neck and the soft lips on his skin, warmth flooding his entire body and butterflies filling his stomach.
A kiss to his cheekbone. “You are determined, even when a challenge seems impossible.”
A kiss to his temple. “You are way too fucking kind, even when assholes like me don’t deserve it.”
A kiss to his forehead. “You are really damn smart, even though I like to call you a dumbass.”
A kiss to the tip of his nose. “You are unbelievably selfless, which makes you a better hero than anyone else out there.”
And finally, a kiss to his lips. “And you are the best fucking thing that has ever happened to me, Eijirou.”
Maybe anyone else would be surprised to see Bakugou Katsuki so vulnerable, so open and willing to offer assurances and affection, but Eijirou isn’t. He knows this side of Katsuki and has known it since their first year at UA. It showed itself in a confidence in their classmates’ abilities, in an invitation to an Expo, in a hard squeeze to an outstretched hand, in words meant to inspire Eijirou to push past his own limits. Katsuki has always been willing to offer these things and Eijirou was always willing to meet him halfway to accept, just as he does now, letting the words wash over him.
In that moment, Eijirou feels like his lungs are filled with sticky sweet honey, drowning as he’s overwhelmed with the love that Katsuki is showering him in. He can’t help the tears that well up in his eyes and spill out, streaming down his face. Katsuki gently moves his hand from Eijirou’s neck, bringing it up to cradle his face and swipe at the fat tears, before leaning forward and pressing his lips firmly against Eijirou’s soft, freckled cheek.
“I love you so damn much that it scares me.”
Eijirou can do little more than give him a wobbly smile before clutching hard at Katsuki’s back to bury his face in his husband’s chest, unleashing the happy sobs he’s been holding back.
After the tears finally start to subside, eyes dry and only the occasional sniffle or hiccup escaping Eijirou’s mouth, the two settle into a more comfortable position. Eijirou’s cheek rests against Katsuki’s chest, arm wrapped around his best friend’s toned waist. One calloused hand cards through Eijirou’s soft hair while the other traces soothing patterns on Eijirou’s arm.
At some point, Eijirou must doze off because the next thing he knows, he’s opening his eyes and more sunlight is streaming in their window. It must be about midday now and Eijirou almost feels guilty for wasting what little alone time he has with Katsuki until he hears soft snores from above him, making him chuckle softly. His lips lift in a small smile as he takes a moment to admire his husband. Soft, smooth skin is a warm golden in the afternoon light. His spiky hair is getting a bit unruly and his undercut is starting to grow out; they both are in desperate need of a haircut. There’s a small pout on his slightly chapped lips and the little wrinkle between his eyebrows is present. Even in his sleep, Katsuki is furrowing his brows and Eijirou knows he’ll never tire of that adorable fact.
After a few moments of simply appreciating just how pretty his husband is, his stomach lets out a low growl and Eijirou decides that they should probably start their day.
“Katsuki.”
His husband grumbles and removes the hand still tangled in Eijirou’s hair to scrub at his face, “Hm? What time is it?”
“I have no idea, but I’m starving.”
Katsuki hums, “Me too, let’s make some breakfast.”
Reaching behind him to feel around for his phone on the bedside table, Eijirou nods, “Sounds good.” When he finally finds his phone, he unplugs it and checks the time, “Or not. Katsuki, it’s 2:34PM. It’s way past breakfast time.”
“I don’t care, we’re making breakfast.” Katsuki flicks Eijirou’s nose, making the redhead scrunch it in response, before sliding out of bed to go to the bathroom.
Once Katsuki closes the door, Eijirou flops onto his back and scrolls through his messages. The Bakusquad group chat has been flooded with birthday wishes for him, hundreds of messages containing far too many exclamation points and heart emojis, and Eijirou’s chest fills with warmth. He feels a bit guilty for avoiding his friends for most of the day, but he really just needed a day to spend alone with Katsuki to recharge after a hard couple of weeks. He sends a flurry of hearts in response and exits the chat to check his other messages.
It seems that his moms, along with some other former classmates, have also sent him loving messages, so he types out some quick ‘thank you’s and ‘I love you’s before locking his phone and dropping it onto their fluffy blanket, content to ignore it for the rest of the day.
The bathroom door opens and Katsuki steps out, nodding his head towards the door. Eijirou takes a moment to stretch his arms above his head, then swings his legs off the side of the bed with a small groan. Pushing himself to his feet, he heaves a content sigh then follows his husband into the kitchen.
They maneuver through the kitchen with ease, falling into patterns formed over years of companionship. Even before they started dating, the two would cook together in UA’s dorm kitchen and even now, all these years later, they find solace in the peace of the activity. It’s grounding in its familiarity, a comfort after even the toughest of battles or the hardest of days.
When Katsuki is done preparing his part of the meal, he comes up behind Eijirou and wraps his arms around the redhead’s waist, settling his head on Eijirou’s shoulder to check on the food. Comfortable silence settles between the couple as Eijirou stirs the food, quietly humming a song that Katsuki doesn’t recognize.
Once the meal is ready, Eijirou grabs a pair of plates to distribute their portions and sighs, pout evident in the noise, as he has to pull away from the embrace to grab utensils. Before he finally detangles himself from his husband with a huff, Katsuki presses a soft kiss to Eijirou’s bare shoulder,
“Happy birthday, Ei.”