Chapter Text
“Hey so, you ever think about kids?” Eijirou asked as the two sat casually on the couch together.
“In what context?” Katsuki replied continuing to scroll through social media. He wasn’t one to normally care for it, but it did update the news the fastest and he did enjoy, though never would admit to, the instant gratification he read regarding articles covering his activities of the day.
He worked hard and sometimes he just wanted to read pointless posts from random strangers claiming how amazing he was. Because he was.
“In the context of like—us,” Eijirou continues and Katsuki looked away from his ego-boosting comments.
“Us as children?”
“I’m just going to say no,” Eijirou said, quickly backing out of the conversation, but Katsuki reached out and grabbed Eijirou's hand going for his own phone.
“No, what do you mean?” He demanded, noticing the hesitation Eijirou had and giving him his full attention. “Explain what you mean, I'm listening.” Katsuki clarified and Eijirou fidgeted staring down at their hands.
“I mean like us having kids. Getting kids, rather since we both—you know, can't have kids obviously. Raising children. Being parents.” Katsuki felt his grip of Eijirou loosen and Eijirou glanced to the side chewing on his bottom lip. “You know, have you ever thought about it?” He added on in a mutter.
“No,” Katsuki replied honestly with little thought. “Considering we’re both guys, I never thought about it. I figured I wouldn’t have to. Not like either of us can surprise the other with an unexpected pregnancy.”
“Yeah, alright,” Eijirou mumbled and Katsuki sat back against the couch.
“Why are you bringing it up? Have you or something?”
“I—Yeah. A bit. It’s just, you know, we’re going to get married in a couple of months and we never really talked about it. Seems like we should.”
“Does it?” Katsuki wondered. He supposed it would be should one of them be female but like he clarified, that wasn't the case and there were no reasons Katsuki could think of that it would come up on its own. “It’s not like it’s a good idea. I just assumed we both understood that.”
“Why is it not a good idea?” Eijirou asked with a frown.
“We’re both heroes, Ei. There are a handful of heroes in the top 50 pro heroes that have families. Those families only work because the spouse isn’t a hero. Almost all two hero parents end up with the one dying, forcing the one remaining into retirement to support the kid, or they both die. In the event both parents die, the kid is left an orphan. Just look at Kota, fortunately for him, his parents had siblings. We're both single, which is even worse. For people like us, kids are a career ruiner or a death sentence. Parents heroes are 68% more likely to die or be forced into retirement, you know.”
“For someone who says he’s never thought about it you sure know a lot,” Eijirou noted.
“Because we had to learn about it in school, you idiot. Midnight had that fucking week-long talk about parents, kids, those ‘fans’ who try to force a kid on you, all that shit.” Somehow that was more awkward than the sex-ed. Having Midnight and Mountain Lady up in front of the class teaching all about stalkers, perverts, creeps, and weirdos who are desperate for glory, fame, money, or god knows what else. It was a heavy class that left everyone feeling drained and hesitant with every civilian interaction for a while. All Katsuki took away from it was to keep his life private and his weaknesses small. The larger the targets, the more they know, the worse off it is, especially for a hero like Katsuki who antagonizes a lot of villains.
Eijirou's frown grew as he remembered the class himself and Katsuki sat up.
“Oh…”
“Yeah, oh. By the end of it, I just said no kids. Makes it easier. Again look at that Kota kid or even fucking half and half. After the whole Endeavor scandal, no one even wanted to get him as an intern.”
“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” Eijirou muttered, though his solemn expression wasn't one Katsuki reveled in.
“Hey,” Katsuki called nudging his sad fiancé. “You want a kid so bad go see Deku’s once it's out.” Eijirou did perk up at the mention of Deku's child. Ochako was weeks away and ready to pop at any moment it seemed. Everyone was busy fawning over her and Deku could barely stand to leave her alone despite Inko by her side, once helicopter parent soon to be helicopter grandmother.
“Ochako sent me a picture of their nursery. You want to see?”
“No.”
Eijirou showed him anyway.
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Katsuki didn't linger on the conversation. It faded from his mind completely as more important things took over. Work, his wedding, more work. Eijirou supported Katsuki's endless efforts to remain the top hero which was no easy task. Eijirou worked just as hard, but his goals were smaller and he was just as satisfied with 10 as he was 5, 15, or even 4,000. Not that Katsuki would let his husband's rank slip so low. He appreciated his husband's support, though. Katsuki knew more often than not he was the reason plans changed or why Eijirou was already passed out on the couch by the time he got home and he worried sometimes that Eijirou would be upset with him or demand he slow down but he never did.
“This is important to you,” he said wrapping his arms around his frowning husband's shoulders. “This is your dream, of course I'll support you. And you support me back. We're a team.”
Katsuki was happy Eijirou understood his perhaps selfish dreams. He was glad Eijirou too was more devoted to work than other personal aspects of his life. While their friends and former classmates rankings sank because of children, forced time off, and endless other reasons, Katsuki and Eijirou remained constant and Katsuki was proud of that. He took pride in their duo teams always making headlines. Katsuki was number one and he wasn't going to just give up that spot because he was tired. No, he wanted to be beaten. He wanted the next generation to come and dethrone him. He wanted some snarky, bad-mouthed, brat of a kid just like him to rip the crown from his head.
They had to get through Eijirou too, his wall. Though he lacked the offense Katsuki had, he could take his strongest hit with a grin and Katsuki waited to meet the brave fools strong enough to punch through his husband's unbreakable form.
He worked hard for them, that generation. Because times were harder, as heroes diversified so did villains. With a symbol of peace divided amongst many, many needed to rise up to fill gaps but they had to be worthy. Katsuki felt like the final test, the symbol of victory. He couldn't just retire, give up, or step down. He had a status to keep. A title to uphold. He had to be the best, at least until someone better came around.
“Katsuki?” Eijirou called as he entered the home. Katsuki grunted from the kitchen not pausing as he diced the onions. Katsuki felt good waking up this morning. It was his day off and he spent it watching the news, sleeping, and then watching his husband on the news kick ass and take names. Eijirou sank down to number 6 in the ranking but Katsuki had no doubt after today he'd be back up at five. Even if he wasn't it was fine. He was still The Unbreakable Hero.
It was Katsuki's favorite way to see his husband with his title scrolling across the screen, number glowing in the corner. A status of pride and joy and strength. Katsuki was proud of him, endlessly so and he always made sure to show it. The most common was, and Eijirou's favorite, by making him dinner.
“You cooking anything?” Eijirou asked and Katsuki set down the knife.
“Prepping.”
“Can they wait? I want to show you something. Can you sit down?”
Katsuki glanced over his shoulder seeing Eijirou shifts nervously from foot to foot holding some papers in his hand. Katsuki washed off his hands and took a seat at the table. Eijirou pulled a seat closer and sat down giving his husband a timid smile before setting the papers down. Katsuki looked the first one over spotting a hero agency at the top. He noticed all the packets had the same one.
“Mother Hen,” he muttered unfamiliar with it. “This a partnership or something?”
“No,” Eijirou answered and Katsuki turned the page of the first packet greeted by a word he wasn't expecting to see.
“Adoption?” He read out loud before setting the paper down and looking at his husband. “You adopting something for the agency?”
“No, it's—adopting. Like adoption something into...into our lives.” He quickly clarified spreading the packets out. “Look there’s even more than just adoption. We could do fostering, visiting, even a weekend stay programs that—“
“For what? What is this for? A pet? A person?” Katsuki questioned his head spinning already by the bizarre information Eijirou was spewing.
“A kid, Katsuki. It’s for kids.” Eijirou pointed to the agency on the packet. “Mother Hen is the child care hero of Tokyo. She handles just about everything involving heroes and children, fostering, orphans, family loss.”
It makes sense why Katsuki didn't recognize the name. He rarely dealt with kids, and even the ones he's saved he quickly hands over to his sidekicks so he could go after villains still at large.
Something felt wrong about all this though. Like how or where his husband got all this information, all these packets. They weren't just laying around their agency.
“Did you just go into this place by yourself? Ask to sign up?”
“I went in, yes. And I asked for some information, yes,” Eijirou answered and Katsuki slapped his hand down on the table over the packets.
“So you could just spring this on me like it’s some scripted shit? You didn’t even mention it! You didn’t bring it up or even ask me!” He snapped and Eijirou remained composed as if expecting this outburst. It only made Katsuki more irritated. Eijirou clearly thought this all over but never decided to mention it at all?
“I am now, Katsuki. What do you think all this is? It’s not like I got some kid outside waiting to come in. I wanted to be informed. I wanted us to talk about this. I want you to know I was serious,” Eijirou explained calmly and Katsuki glared at him.
“I would have taken you seriously without all these fucking packets and shit!”
“Fine!” Eijirou says gathering them together and dropping them onto the floor before turning back to his husband. “I want a kid. I want us to consider fostering one.”
“Why?” Katsuki asked and Eijirou seemed taken aback by the question.
“What do you—Because I do, Katsuki. What do you mean why?”
“I mean, I don’t think you’ve thought about this. We talked about this,” Katsuki exhaled and Eijirou ran a hand through his hair.
“We did years ago. Things—If you would read the packets—“ He muttered gesturing to them but Katsuki glared.
“It’s numbers, but those don’t mean anything, Eijirou. Our lives aren’t compatible for children. We work the same shifts, share the same agency. What if we both end up being hospitalized, huh? Uraraka had to take a year off from work after her kid and she still hasn’t reached where she once was. Deku’s rating dropped. That affects income.”
“They both manage fine and you know it. We will manage fine.”
“We’d have to change everything!” Katsuki stressed. “Fucking—Everything! Our entire lives, the apartment, the agency, our hours, our schedules, our fucking fighting styles. We both can’t be out working. We can’t be a team.”
“Is that so bad?” Eijirou asked and Katsuki bit down on his tongue. “Change can be good. We might have to adjust ourselves but it’s for a good reason. We aren’t changing for nothing. We are changing for a child. For a child I—we, want. I can understand it’s overwhelming to think about but this isn’t a bad thing, Katsuki. It’s not going to happen in a day either. It might take a year just to get all the paperwork done. I know you like things to stay the same but this could be normal. This could be the same.”
“It’s not,” Katsuki said. “It won’t be. This isn’t some schedules meeting or even a damn pet. Children grow, they change, it’s constant. It’s an all-day all-night job all the time. I don’t think you are considering that. We’re exhausted by the end of the day and you think a kid is going to help?”
“I do,” Eijirou admitted. “We are exhausted because we overwork. but we won’t be able to with a kid.”
“We work that hard to keep our ranks, to keep our ratings as they are, to support ourselves.”
“Sinking in rating or even ranks won’t wipe us off the map. The world won’t end because you decided to leave work on time for once instead of staying an extra six hours.”
“So what, we did all this work for nothing? We get this far and just throw it all away? All this work, all this effort is just what? A waste of time to you?” Katsuki barks.
“We do it for a kid, Katsuki,” Eijirou said sounding borderline exacerbated. “We do it because we chose it. Nothing is wasted we just evolve we adapt we change like we always do. It's only a waste and for nothing if you don't want a child and if you don't just fucking tell me and I'll drop this whole thing!”
“I said it was a bad idea already and you fucking grab informational packets!”
“Katsuki I fucking—” Kirishima stopped himself burying his head in his hands to exhaled his anger and paused for a few moments before running his hands down his face. “I…Look, I don’t know about all this. I’ll admit that. I don’t know if we are compatible for parenthood. I don’t even know if we will get approved. I just know that this is something I want. I want to try.” Eijirou reached for the papers on the ground and held them. “Mother Hen is careful and when I spoke to her she was very understanding. She said they offer classes and simulations and stuff so we could see if this is for us. So she can see if we will be good parents. I didn’t think it would hurt to try, but…” Kirishima folded up the packets. “This has to be something you want, that we both agree on. And if you really don’t want kids or anything to do with this than I won’t bring it up again. I’m not going to force you into something like this. It’s not fair for you or the kid.”
Katsuki stared down at the table.
“I thought you understood this wasn't for us,” Katsuki told him. “I thought you were better than this.”
This wasn't for them. Eijirou picked work over family. Eijirou supports Katsuki. Eijirou understood his drive and his ambition and his goals. He knew how important all of this was. So why would he just want to give it all up? What would Katsuki do? What would he aim for? What would be his purpose? How far would he slip? How fucking anticlimactic that the symbol of victory lost because he chose to. Battle after battle, brawl after brawl, through broken bones and ripped skin, what made the symbol fall? A child? No.
“Will you think about it?” Eijirou asked in a small voice and Katsuki frowned down at the table before he pushed himself away from it and got up.
“Order something for dinner,” he said as he passed by his husband and went into his office and closed the door.
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Eijirou took an unexpected trip up to see his parents. He mentioned it only as he was heading out the door with a bag and Katsuki pressed for answers but he got none. So he remained home for a full week with no news or reply from his husband. Wanting to ensure his husband was at least alive, Katsuki sent a text to Kirishima's mother who replied that he was fine and that was all.
Great, the lady probably hated him even more.
Katsuki loathed Eijirou's strong relationship with his mothers. He told them everything and their conversations went on for days. They'd know things Eijirou swore to secrecy and it honestly irked Katsuki how Eijirou was seemingly blind to his parent's obvious hesitation if not borderline dismissal of him. It's like they accepted the fact that Eijirou chose to marry Katsuki, but that's it. They hated who Katsuki was, how he was standoffish, reserved, private. They resented the fact that he wasn't apart or alike to their little family. And Katsuki isn't a part of their family, not where it matters because, he believes, he was never offered a chance to be. He might be their son in law but he isn't a member of their little club. They always asked about Eijirou, always talked about Eijirou, always lived for Eijirou's achievements and glory.
Katsuki wasn't jealous of this fact by any means. Katsuki just found this to be rude considering all his own parents could talk about was how darling and perfect Eijirou was and how excited they were to have someone so wonderful in their family. His parents weren't like Eijirou's but despite that they made him feel apart of the family.
Oh, did his parents make Eijirou feel right at home, but Eijirou's parents? Katsuki could barely get a hello out of them before they shoved him aside for their son. If he didn't know better, he'd say he was borderline jealous, but he had a good relationship with his own family, which is how he knew that his relationship with the Kirishima's wasn't that. He tried talking to Eijirou about it but it was always touchy and hard to do. How could anyone openly criticize their spouse's family without some retaliation? Eijirou was just as defensive of his family as the family was about any of their members.
It was like talking to a wall and Katsuki hated that he was being ignored. They both decided to keep family at a distance from one another. Eijirou took calls in another room and visited on his own. And although Eijirou joined in on Katsuki's calls and visits, they pretended like that was fair. It wasn't. It bothered them both. Yet, neither tried to repair this struggling corner of their marriage because it only seemed to get worse the more it was picked at. Somethings were better left to heal on their own.
Eijirou did eventually return from his trip though, a full week later. He didn't announce he was home, probably because he wasn't expecting Katsuki to be home when he did. The shock on his face was enough of a give away for that.
“I made lunch,” Katsuki said and Eijirou nodded, setting down his bag.
“I thought you worked today,” he admitted and Katsuki just shrugged, dishing out a serving of rice.
“Early shift,” he replied.
Eijirou didn't say anything to that, simply going to the kitchen where the leftover lunch was sitting in Tupperware on the counter. Eijirou studied it for a moment before he started to fill the electric kettle up with water and make himself some tea. Katsuki set the rice aside for his husband and set the rice cooker pot in the sink to soak.
Neither spoke as they moved about, for a solid two minutes only the sound of bubbling water and steam could be heard until the kettle clicked and the pot was scrubbed clean.
“We’ll have it your way,” Eijirou said breaking the silence. He set his full cup side and emptying out the extra water in the kettle. “We’ll do what you want, no kids.”
“Don’t say it like that,” Katsuki muttered with a frown and Kirishima exhaled.
“I’m agreeing with you. Why can’t you just accept that and move on?” He exclaimed.
“Because you’re making it sound like your trying to guilt-trip me,” Katsuki replied.
Kirishima exhaled again, hanging his head as he stared down at the counter before pushing away from it and facing his husband.
“I’m not Katsuki. I’m not trying to, but I also won’t pretend like this choice doesn’t upset me because it does. If the situation was reversed you’d be the same way.”
“This is for the best, Eijirou,” Katsuki argued and Eijirou looked at him.
“For you.”
“No, for everyone.”
“It’s not the best for me. It’s not the best for the child we could be saving.”
“So we get some orphan somewhere then die in battle then what happens, Eijirou, huh? We save one child just to make them an orphan a few years later? How the hell does that make sense? You aren’t thinking this through!” Katsuki huffed, putting the rice cooker away.
“Just shut up!” Eijirou shouted and Katsuki stiffened, snapping his attention back onto his husband who slapped his hands down on the counter. “Fucking Christ! I’m agreeing with you! I’m doing what you want. What the fuck else do you want from me?! You want me to fucking smile and fucking grovel and how right you are and how wrong I was for wanting this? How much of a damn idiot I was being for having one fucking desire? Just shut up already! It’s done! It’s over! You fucking won! I came back and let's just move on! Just let it fucking die and let us go on!” Kirishima screamed at his husband, shaking by the end of it. Katsuki and the house were silent. Kirishima turned away looking down at his freshly made tea before grabbing the mug and all but throwing it into the sink.
He walked past Katsuki and straight to their bedroom where he shut the door and the house remained silent for the rest of the day.
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Katsuki did drop the topic but things were rocky at best. The two lived around each other which was painful to do given how much time they honestly spent together. Rides to work were silent with both staring out windows, business with work was done so professionally, even their sidekicks felt too awkward to be in the same room, and at night their backs were to each other with far too much space between them.
Sometimes they'd talk, if they needed to schedule something or if it involved the other, but Katsuki found himself staring at his husband and he never felt his husband do the same back.
Katsuki felt as if he was somehow in the wrong. He didn't believe so, he was so damn fucking sure he wasn't, but maybe his lack of empathy got him in trouble again. Maybe he should have humored Eijirou's crazy baby talk. Even by just looking over the packets, thinking it over for a second. Maybe he could have found a way to convince Eijirou not to do this, or to see how bad they were for it.
It certainly wouldn't be the first time Katsuki's lack of empathy and brutal honesty got him in trouble. But it also wasn't the first time Kirishima's stubborn head refused to budge. It was up to Katsuki to find a way to persuade Kirishima to see the light so to speak. He had to be delicate, nicer, wiser. Kirishima fought with emotions which Katsuki often dismissed as a whole. He didn't understand, but if Eijirou really wanted a child as badly as he claimed, Katsuki ought to at least take a second to humor his husband, because he would do the same for him.
“Do you have the case file for Hydrax?” Katsuki asked his husband who was putting away their laundry in their bedroom.
“Should on my desk.” He replied without looking up and Katsuki went back into the office they had divided for them both. Eijirou's desk was clear so he pulled open the top drawer finding the folder he needed and pulling it out. He moved to close the drawer but paused seeing brightly colored packets that were underneath.
Katsuki set down the file and glanced at the door before he went over and shut it. They always knocked before entering the office, never sure what the other was working on so Katsuki wouldn't be caught redhanded looking over the packets.
He made his way back over to them and pulled the first one out. He sat on the floor and studied it frowning at the happy couple smiling with their adopted child.
Complete Your Family
Katsuki huffed at the words. His family was complete.
He flipped it open to the first page which went on about the agency. Katsuki noticed Eijirou underlined certain parts containing the most information. The middle area offered help and assistance for the process giving a rough guide of what to expect.
Katsuki set the pamphlet down and reached for another.
How we can help you be a super-parent!
Katsuki's eyes rolled back into his head as he flipped the front page away. Katsuki was greeted to lists of offered activities, classes, and simulations Mother Hen offered to 'help prepare anyone for parenthood'. Katsuki found each one more unnerving but he noted his husband's handwriting scribbled next to a few of them. Most were small comments of 'maybe', 'looks fun', or '?', but what caught Katsuki's attention was his own name written next to a few. Were those the ones he thought he'd be into? The ones he wanted Katsuki to try?
Katsuki felt a faint tug setting the packet down. Eijirou had put thought into this. More than Katsuki thought or realized only to have him completely reject the idea without even a moment's hesitation.
Katsuki's continued through each one, reading it over and even though he didn't exactly feel like his mind was changed, he did feel like he owed his husband an apology.
One of the last things was a list of notes written by Mother Hen explaining her regulations regarding hero parents. Katsuki was surprised how detailed she was, mandating several classes and simulations be done as well as frequent home visits, high expectations, and overall, underlined and bolded, a very unlikely chance of happening given the fact that both parents were heroes.
Already Eijirou knew his chances were slim to none, but he still tried, still wanted to try. Before he even got a chance though, Katsuki shot him down.
He sighed and set the packets back in their home and frowned down at them.
If Hen was as sensible as she sounded, there was no way she'd let them be parents. She'd see how terrible they were for it and deny them. Then Katsuki wouldn't be the bad guy. He'd have given it his best shot and Kirishima will move on. He wouldn't be the bad guy, Hen would be. Then maybe they could get a pet to fill the void somehow and Eijirou will move on and things would go back to how they were, how they should be.
Katsuki could do a few classes, a few seminars. For his husband, he could do anything and if trying out a few Parenting 101 classes would get his husband back in his good graces then he had to give it a shot.
Later that night the two laid down in bed, Eijirou facing away from Katsuki who was on his back. He barely got any work done today, too busy rehearsing what he was going to say.
“Hey,” Katsuki mumbled rolling onto his side to face his husband. Eijirou hummed and Katsuki felt hesitation and dread pool in his stomach keeping his mouth shut. Eijirou peeked over his shoulder at his husband.
“What?” He asked gently.
Katsuki gripped the black sheets.
“I don’t think parenting is for us,” Katsuki confessed. “I don’t think we’re…compatible. I don’t think it’s going to work out. I don’t think we’ll get anything out of this.” Eijirou turned fully onto his back. “But,” he added, “if these…simulations and stuff will show you and…let us see or whatever then fine. We can maybe look into it.”
Katsuki’s eyes lifted from the sheets to his husband’s who was beaming at him with glassy eyes.
“You mean it?” He asked, sounding so damn hopeful. “You want to?”
“I don’t think it’ll work,” Katsuki clarified, “but I’ll try because—”
Eijirou let out a bubbly laugh as he latched onto Katsuki cutting him off by peppering his face in kisses expressing his utter gratitude and love before rambling on about the simulations and classes.
Katsuki knew if he finished his sentence this joy would vanish. His excitement and glee would be replaced with such sorrow that Katsuki couldn't force himself to be honest. He did truly believe he could make it work for Eijirou's sake. He loved him and he loved how much Eijirou loved children or anything for that matter. He loved the excitement his husband had and the joy he hadn't seen expressed in a while. He could get used to seeing it and if a child would bring that then Katsuki could endure.
Because Eijirou wanted it, and that would be enough.
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Katsuki endured a lot as a hero. He faced death head-on, was brought back to life three times and once died for a full minute. Death, Katsuki concurred, he didn't fear it, he challenged it. But somehow one screaming child refusing to calm down no matter what he or Eijirou did even though they did everything they were supposed to, that Katsuki couldn't beat.
He was bested by a child. A baby. The moment he set off his quirk Mother Hen called the whole thing off declaring Katsuki's specifically an unfit parent, and informing them both they failed.
The whole thing took a total of twenty minutes. A two hours long simulation where some bastard with an age quirk came into their home and made their lives hell lasted a grand total of fourteen minutes, the other six were introductions and formalities. Three more were added for a goodbye and Hen offering them another chance if the 'situation' changes.
The door shut and Katsuki remained glaring at the table still livid at that age quirk bastard. Eijirou had seen Mother Hen out and as seconds ticked by after she had gone he didn’t return.
“Really?” He called and Katsuki didn’t even hear his steps. “You couldn’t last an hour?”
“What do you want from me?” Katsuki demanded.
“I expected you to try,” Eijirou snapped.
“It was a bullshit simulation,” Katsuki hissed.
“Don’t give me that!” Eijirou shouted. “UA was nothing but simulations and you acted like those were life or death!”
“That’s fucking different!”
“You’re right,” Eijirou said. “It is. You wanted to do those but you don’t want to do this.”
“That’s not-“
“Then why else?” Eijirou demanded. “I wanted you to care. I wanted you to care because I cared. I cared so goddamn much about this. I wanted this so badly I couldn’t stand it. I was fucking terrified of bringing it up too. I got the packets and everything and prepared. I fucking prepared because I knew I couldn’t mention this to you because I knew you wouldn’t say yes but you did. You said you wanted to see. But you lied.”
“I didn’t,” he defended.
“I was so fucking happy you said you’d do this.” Eijirou continued ignoring his husband. “I let myself get so damn happy because I knew if you wanted it that you wouldn’t stop until you got it. But you don’t. You lied. You don’t want kids. And that’s fine, Katsuki it is. I just wanted you to tell me that from the start so that I didn’t get to come this fucking close to having that dream come true only to have it be ripped away from me.”
Eijirou brought his hands up wiping away his tears and Katsuki watched him reaching out but Eijirou stepped away.
“You couldn’t even pretend. You couldn’t even last a day. You only ever do what you want. It’s always about you. I knew that. I was happy with that. I accepted that but…” He inhaled sharply refusing to meet his husband’s eyes. “For just once I wanted to do something I wanted but even your own happiness comes first. It's always about you.”
Eijirou stormed off and Katsuki got up following him to the door.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t want to be here right now.”
“Ei, wait. I just—“ He didn’t wait though, he grabbed his keys and shut the door leaving Katsuki staring.
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They didn't move past it. They just avoided it. It was another one of those topics that just didn't get brought up because the wound was too fresh and got infected easily. One poke and it was back to stage one. So they both pretended it didn't happen. But every time it was brought up somehow things were tense. Every child Eijirou saved he grew distant for that day. Katsuki couldn't even begin to describe the level of hate he felt from Eijirou's parents. If he felt like an outcast before, this time it was somehow ten times worse.
They made it through, though, Katsuki wasn't sure he'd say they were stronger after it. There wasn't a lesson either learned. They just moved past the words that were said and didn't mention the bad times, but that worked for now at least.
They talked during meals, their sidekicks didn't tiptoe around them, they faced each other when they went to sleep. Things felt normal, so they were normal and Katsuki was fine with that. They'd move past it one day. They both loved each other too much not to.