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The view from her shop window was still just as breathtaking - the sun was setting, bleeding into the horizon, the air thinning in anticipation of a cool night. She heaved a sigh, leaning on the counter as she filled out the spaces in her neatly organized notebook. It had been the first slow day the shop had had in months.
Not only had it been busy since day one - a consequence of the two top heroes' attendance at the opening, she'd assumed - but a couple of months back, when her fiancé - the number two hero - had insisted that he would be the hero to endorse her shop and its many delicacies, even though she'd hoped to get a cute girl's face on the front windows such as Uravity, Creati or Froppy's - business had picked up again and to the point that she'd had to increase the amount of ingredients the shop was ordering from their suppliers weekly just to keep from everything being sold out before noon.
Her eyes darted towards the shop window again, his face along with a message and stickers of different pastries they sold were covering a part of it. At the meeting about having a hero recommend their shop she'd given in when he'd demanded he be the one, mostly because he was number two and that was almost as good for business as a cute girl. His reasoning was just as shallow - even though their engagement was public knowledge he still felt the need to glare at the men entering her shop to remind them of that, if not in person, then in sticker form from the front window. Shaking her head at his silliness she continued her work, there was still a bit of time before closing and she'd already dismissed her part timers.
Working in a patisserie was a thing of habit for her at that point - having spent most of her teenagehood and all of her adulthood so far doing exactly that. The only novelty was that the shop she worked at now was her own. Even though she'd opened a while ago the thought still brought a broad grin to her face.
The owner and pastry chef moved about the elegantly decorated space, wiping down the glass surfaces once again, even though the part timers had done a good job of that. Looking around her shop always stilled her breath for a moment. It was a dream come true and no matter how much time passed the sole act of being in that space she called hers brought about joy. In fact, the only thing she'd been happier about than finally opening her own patisserie was getting proposed to.
Glancing at the ring on her fourth finger as that thought crossed her mind, the pastry chef couldn't help but feel a bit demure. The man of her dreams down on one knee, holding her hand so gently as he asked her to spend the rest of her life with him - the image was still fresh in her mind, although it had happened almost a year earlier. Even he, with all his arrogance and confidence, had almost stuttered in that moment. She later found out from Izu-kun that he had been nervous about it for a whole month before their romantic evening which ended with the aforementioned proposal. The number two hero - a nervous wreck over proposing to his girlfriend of many years - one would've thought it impossible, yet Izu-kun swore it was the truth. He even had stories to tell of how distracted her boyfriend at the time had been during work as he wracked his brain, trying to think of the right way to ask and the perfect ring to get. He had nailed both, in her humble opinion.
Looking around the front one last time with a childish twirl she padded to the back to get her things. The sun had set completely and street lamps took over its role of providing light, it would soon be time to go home.
As she checked everything in the back for the third time and came out from behind the counter, the owner noticed a familiar figure outside by the front door. Her eyes sparkled, heart fluttered as she hurried, turning off the lights and scribbling down a note for her full timer who would be opening in the morning, before exiting to greet him.
"Katsuki! Good evening. Done with work already?" She inquired, locking the door and finally turning to look at her future husband.
"Yeah." He answered evenly, a bit of displeasure showing on his face as he took in the rather large sticker of his face and the speech bubble with a cringy phrase - which included a pun - about how delicious the pastries in the shop were, on the front window. No matter how many times he looked at it, it just didn't seem right.
She looped her arm through her fiancé's, smiling at the familiar sight.
"Don't frown, you were the one who insisted on doing that." She said gently, stifling a giggle behind her other hand when he threw an annoyed glare her way.
"Of course I did! I don't want any extras getting brave around you just because you're nice to them as customers." He growled as they started walking.
"I'm sure none of my customers have such intentions. Actually, no men at all - not since the not subtle, not even thinly veiled threats you made when you announced - unprompted - that we were dating back at that conference years ago." She almost smiled at the memory.
It had been this huge press conference, journalists from all over coming to interview the blond hero about his key role in bringing down a whole villain organisation. Wanting to support her boyfriend, she'd attended, but stayed hidden backstage as they asked their questions. Nearing the end of the conference the questions got more personal and of course, at some point the very expected question of whether the popular hero was single came up.
"I did what was necessary. Because I was being sent out a lot I couldn't spend much time around you and don't think I didn't notice assholes around the agency trying to flirt every time you came to bring me something or help out the business department. I had to make sure they wouldn't get gutsy with me away." Katsuki grumbled, blood pressure spiking at the thought alone.
"Yes, I understand that, but don't you think pulling me out onto the stage suddenly and announcing that everyone should, and I quote - 'keep their filthy hands off my woman if they know what's good for them' was a bit overkill?" The woman still shivered every time she remembered the situation. The gaping mouths and excited grins of reporters, mortified expressions of staff members who'd 'tried to flirt', her own red face as Katsuki pulled her out from behind the curtain by the hand and introduced her as his girlfriend out of the blue. Standing on that stage with so much blood rushing to her face, so unprepared for the number of cameras and questions, she'd almost fainted. Thankfully, the people from his agency were able to control the situation as Katsuki - having made his announcement as well as his threats - grabbed her and left.
Instead of answering her question the hero shrugged, taking her hand as they walked. They'd recently bought a house near her shop - Katsuki had wanted to buy a house for a while, but decided to humor her and wait until she saved up to pay her half, despite having argued with her about it. She knew he hadn't meant to be mean or insulting when he'd told her there was no reason for her to pay for the house - he'd been mindful of her plans of using up her savings to open the shop and since she hadn't allowed him to chip in for it, he'd figured he'd buy them a house. Except the shop was her personal venture and career goal and a house was theirs, which is something she'd managed to make him see after a bit of bickering.
It was no secret that the number two hero earned quite a bit of money, but with the business booming as it was and her plans to expand it by two more shops she would soon be nipping at his heels even in that regard.
Although her fiancé was definitely the famous one of the two, she wasn't exactly a no-name. Having used her business diploma and knowledge at different companies and hero agencies before opening her shop, she'd created quite a network for herself. When the list of the top entrepreneurs of the year had come out with her name above the rest, the world got to know her face too. Well, the business world anyway. Not that many regular people were interested to know things such as the top entrepreneurs of the year. Still, with Katsuki announcing their relationship shortly after even the general public became a bit more aware of her.
Articles which came after the conference had called them the next hot power couple, though she knew that title would pass on to Izu-kun and Ochako-chan whenever they decided to finally go public.
"You're pretty quiet today." Katsuki observed, halting her train of thought.
"I'm reminiscing." She smiled, kissing his shoulder through his shirt. He hummed in response, squeezing her hand firmly.
"How was work today?" The woman asked, squeezing back as their neighbourhood came into view.
"Villains are getting weaker." He grumbled.
"Or you're just too strong." She countered, observing in pleasure the way his lips curled into a smirk.
"How was yours?" The hero inquired. They were almost home.
"Relaxing for once. I have never been this thankful for a slow day." The woman smiled, letting go of his arm to stretch her back out as he opened the gate. Her spine cracked as it realigned. Sighing in pleasure, she entered their front yard, closing the gate behind them as Katsuki got to the door and pulled out a key.
Unlocking the door he held it open for her, as usual, then got in, closed and locked it as she pulled her shoes off and pushed them into a corner. Slipping into her fluffy house slippers, she waited for her fiancé to do the same. When they were both done the pastry chef leaned in, kissing his lips gently. An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss.
She tried to pull away but the hero wouldn't allow it, leaning in to capture her lips again. Sighing into her fiancé's mouth the woman put her palms on his shoulders and pushed back gently.
"First shower and get changed while I make some dinner, then I'll do the same while you set the table and after dinner we can get back to this." She mumbled against his lips sweetly. He scoffed, but obeyed, pulling his shirt off as he headed upstairs.
The woman grabbed a hairpin off a shelf, putting her hair up as she entered the kitchen. Between the two full time working adults meal prep was a must, not only because it saved them time, but also because it made it much easier to keep track of their diet - which they mainly did for the hero's sake, since be had a body to feed and a fitness level to uphold - and eat clean most of the week. During the weekend they - her moreso than him - allowed themselves to pig out and eat whatever. New concoctions she made up for the shop were often on the menu during those times, especially for the hero who was still the first to try anything new she made and give his honest review.
The pastry chef pulled their air-tight containers out of the fridge, putting some rice in the rice cooker as she spooned the roasted veggies and tuna salad onto their plates. The table cloth, utensils and drinks she left to her partner, putting everything back as she waited for the rice to be done. Katsuki entered the kitchen just as the machine beeped and dismissed her with a wave of his hand, water dripping onto the towel around his neck from the ends of his hair still.
"I've got it, go." He said simply, approaching the device as she hurried upstairs. Katsuki was adamant about doing half of all housework always. He wanted a wife, not a servant - he would tell her when he took the vacuum from her or got up before work to empty all the trash cans and throw the trash out on his way to the agency.
The woman jumped into the shower, scrubbing her body quickly so Katsuki wouldn't have to wait long to eat. They'd agreed on a rule that they would eat together as often as work allowed. Patting herself dry with a towel she grabbed some loose cotton clothing she usually wore around the house and hurried downstairs again.
Katsuki was sitting at the table which was set - plates, utensils, drinks, napkins and all - scrolling through his phone patiently. He had a habit of checking his emails or the news when he waited for her to join him for a meal.
"Thank you for waiting." She said, taking a seat across from him, even though it was a matter of course. Katsuki only nodded, both muttering their 'itadakimasu' before digging in.
"You're free this Saturday, right?" His fiancée inquired after a few minutes, lifting a glass of homemade iced tea to her lips as she glanced at the hero.
"Yeah."
"I was thinking we could go for a hike in the morning, if you're up for it." The woman mumbled, returning to her food.
Katsuki nodded, taking a sip of his tea. He wasn't too picky about their weekend activities. As long as he got to spend time with her anything was fine. Well, except that one time she'd dragged him to a double date with fucking Deku and Round Face. Never again.
Looking at his fiancée for a moment he really considered the possibility of her fondness of the round-faced girl stemming from the fact that she liked when the hero used her quirk on her. It was one of Round Face's better qualities, his fiancée's face lighting up with childlike joy the first time she'd been made weightless by the quirk - even Katsuki had smiled at the sight. Anything that made her happy he couldn't hate, so it was alright that Deku had chosen her. Round Face was tolerable, especially when she made his beloved happy.
"Reminiscing?" The woman in question asked, smiling knowingly.
"Something like that." Katsuki answered, downing the rest of his drink just as she had. She was done with her dinner and he still had a few bites left.
"Movie, games, books or sleep?" The woman inquired, rising from her seat with a yawn.
"Sleep." He could tell she needed some. With all the early morning meetings regarding the expansion of her business and the afternoon work at the shop combined with the weekend baking she did at home, his fiancée was clearly exhausted.
She nodded, glancing around the table.
"Should I go make the bed and leave the dishes to you?" The woman asked, barely stifling the second yawn.
"Yeah."
Nodding again she turned and headed upstairs.
Having finished his dinner, Katsuki gathered the dishes and loaded their dishwasher, before turning the lights off and checking to make sure he'd locked the door.
When he was done he headed upstairs and into their room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, already in her sleeping attire which was an old T-shirt of his. His eyes lingered on the bit of her inner thigh and striped panties he could see as she stretched one leg out, braiding her hair the way she usually did before bed so it wouldn't tangle too much. Looking away he pulled his shirt off, leaving his pajama pants which he'd put on after the shower. He wanted her always and she wasn't difficult to rile up - especially after so many years of learning all her sweet spots - but she was exhausted and Katsuki wasn't far from it either.
"Could you get me a glass of water? I feel like my throat itches for some reason." She mumbled, clearing her throat. By the look in her eyes he could tell it didn't help.
Katsuki nodded and headed into the bathroom, by their toothbrushes were the two cups. Red and blue - a couples' item she'd insisted on buying when they moved in. Ironically his was red and hers blue. He filled it with cold water - warm could make her nauseous and it was too hot to drink lukewarm still - and brought it out into the room.
Taking the cup from her fiancé with a smile, the woman muttered a 'thank you' and took a gulp. Relief showed on her face as she swallowed and Katsuki left her to it, heading back into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.
Having finished his night routine the hero returned to their bedroom. She was still sitting on the bed and he raised an eyebrow at that. A corner of his mouth curled into a smirk when her eyes fell to his toned chest and stayed there shamelessly for a moment.
"Come here." She called softly, patting a spot on his side of their bed. "Lay down." Katsuki obeyed wordlessly, intrigued.
Having laid down on his stomach as she'd requested, Katsuki felt her straddle his hips and looked at her over his shoulder, cheek pressed to the soft cotton sheets.
"A massage." She explained, starting to knead his tired muscles. God did he love her massages.
"I'm fine." Katsuki muttered. While he did love a massage, it wasn't ideal for his tired fiancée to spend an hour basically working out as she pressed and kneaded his sore muscles.
"Don't be stubborn. You said sleep because of me, right? I can at least do this. I'll stop if I get tired, promise." The woman mumbled, bending down to kiss his shoulder before going back to the task at hand.
Sighing softly, Katsuki relaxed, enjoying her heavenly hands as they traveled all over his body, releasing tension as she worked silently. He moaned once or twice when she really hit the spot, working out the kinks and knots from his busy day. It was something that had started rather randomly.
They were just dating back then and he was still pretty new to the pro hero work. He'd come over to hers after a long day, beat and sore and grumpy. She'd offered to help by giving him a massage and the massage had been okay at best. He'd told her that but it hadn't discouraged her. After years of practice and thanks to his honest commentary and input the woman now had the act of massaging a Katsuki Bakugo down to a fine art.
It was the highlight of any particularly strenuous day at work and while, at first, he wasn't too keen on asking her for a massage directly, she knew him well enough to be able to recognise when he needed one. These days he would just plop down onto their bed face first and grunt in discomfort to let her know what he needed.
"I'm gonna have to skip the front tonight, I feel like my arms are about to liquefy." His fiancée mumbled, getting off of him and crawling to her side of the bed. Pushing himself up, Katsuki scooted closer to the headboard she was leaning against. He reached out, caressing her cheek gently before sliding the fingers lower to grab her chin and pull her in for a tender kiss.
"Thanks." Katsuki mumbled, watching with affection as she turned her head to leave a kiss on the palm of his hand.
It was one of those little things because of which he knew she was the one. His palms which easily sparked with their nitroglycerin-like sweat and were the fear of many - villains and heroes alike - she kissed them tenderly and held his hand and drew random lines on them absent-mindedly while they watched a movie. She took his hands and guided them to her waist or her heart or cheeks and smiled warmly when he got a bit flustered at the contact. The woman showered him in so much love it was impossible not to love her back. Though he wasn't one to show it so easily and frequently, he did his best.
Be it doing some extra housework when she was tired or letting her drag him to any and all events and workshops during the weekend or helping her grow her company and switch up her menu - whatever he could do to make her happy, he tried to.
Leaning his forehead against hers for a moment, Katsuki stared into those lovely eyes he could never get enough of. Especially when it made her so bashful even after years of being together. She rubbed the tip of her nose against his, trying to draw attention away from her rosy cheeks, he knew. He knew more about her than she realised.
Even before they'd started living together he'd picked up on her habits. She tapped the pencil against her bottom lip when she paused while writing something, she chewed the inside of her cheek when she was trying very hard to remember something, she played with her fingers behind her back when someone showered her in compliments and she still blushed when he stared into her eyes long enough, then tried to distract him from it by doing something cute.
Resting a hand on her waist he sighed, warm minty air rolling over her lips before he leaned in again, for another kiss. And another. And a third one.
Pulling away even as she tried to close the space between them again, he cleared his throat and leaned all the way back.
"You have the meeting in the morning." Katsuki reminded her, leaning over to turn his lamp off. With a little pout and fall of her shoulders the woman did the same.
Wiggling into a comfortable position under the covers she released a heavy breath. She barely saw his arm reaching over her - eyes not yet adjusted to the darkness - when he threw it over her body and pulled her in. Though they did each have a side, most nights they ended up spooning in the middle. Katsuki liked to hold her close at night, even though she often worried he would be uncomfortable.
He insisted it was fine and stubbornly kept grabbing her and spooning her night after night until she finally gave in. The arm around her waist held her tightly pressed against his chest, the other she felt beneath the pillow under her head and briefly worried it would go numb.
"Relax about it, it's fine." She almost chuckled when Katsuki whispered into her ear, ducking to kiss the back of her neck and then her shoulder. Had they really spent so much time together that he could actually read her mind now?
Having grown up together, started dating in high school and stuck together long enough to get engaged and hopefully married - she guessed they had.
After all, Katsuki wasn't the only one who could tell what the other was thinking. Although a regular person would call his neutral expression angry and further back it up with his harsh tone, she could easily tell when he was frustrated, tired, sad, actually angry or anything else. Most times she could also guess the reason for the way he felt accurately - the most common reason for his anger being his rivalry with Izu-kun of course. Every night when he arrived she could tell by the sound of his voice when he announced that he was home, by the way he moved around the house, his microexpressions and little habits which revealed his mood to her easily, she could always tell what he was feeling. And usually the woman knew what he needed too.
When he was tired a bath and a massage seemed to do the trick, when angry her combing through his hair while he rested his head on her lap and occasionally ranted about the things which had irritated him was a good option, when he was sad warm food and cuddles were the norm and when frustrated kisses - lots and lots of kisses - though they were often only a precursor to a passionate night of a much more strenuous activity.
She covered the hand at her stomach with her own, sliding a heel down his shin as she got more comfortable in his hold. Finding just the right position the woman sighed, the warm breath of his exhales against the back of her ear was soothing.
"Goodnight, Katsuki. I love you." She whispered tenderly, sliding her fingers in between his at her stomach, revelling in the way he curled around her every time she said those words.
"I love you too." Katsuki responded, voice as soft and affectionate as it was every time he spoke of his love towards her.
The beat of his heart against her back was her lullaby, in the arms of her beloved she fell asleep smiling.
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