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Katsuki hiked his bag further onto his shoulder so he could properly get the key into the lock of his apartment. A handful of mail stuffed into his mouth and a parcel of groceries under the other arm, it was a balancing act to get the door open safely. Once inside, he dropped his bag where he stood so he could take off his shoes. Finally unencumbered, he grabbed the stack of envelopes from his teeth and grumbled about the junk mail.
In the kitchen, he set the groceries down next to the mail and started organizing what he’d need to make dinner. Eijirou was working late, again. His agency dealt with more thug and gang related activity and the hours never quite lined up. Katsuki’s own work had settled into an oddly domestic 9-5 schedule, but he couldn’t complain. It was hard work with some of the best heroes and he was making progress in the rankings. Today had been all administrative bullshit, so he was dressed in a suit (no tie, damnit, he still had principles) but at least he didn’t have to strip out of a sweaty hero suit today and could get right to making dinner instead.
Once the ingredients for dinner were organized, Katsuki set about boiling rice. While he waited, he flipped through their stack of mail. Mostly junk, but there was a letter to Kirishima, addressed by hand in some handwriting he didn’t really recognize. There was no return address. In fact, there was another letter similarly addressed to his boyfriend, though this was printed much more neatly. There was also a large brown envelope from some online store that Katsuki didn’t recognize.
They had moved across Japan nearly a year ago, taking the plunge to live together when they both got offers to work in the same city. It was the dream job for each of them, especially coming right out of UA, so it made sense. In all that time they had settled in, neither one of them got much mail. Hell, Katsuki couldn’t think of anyone who would prefer mail over texting or calling, but in the past week, Eijirou had received nearly a dozen letters in various shaped envelopes. He always tucked them away, never opening them in front of Katsuki. Katsuki never pressed, but now he was starting to get genuinely curious.
He picked up one of today’s letters, the one with the tidy scrawl. It was a thick blue envelope and there was clearly several pages inside. It was thick and the postage indicated it weighed more than a regular letter. Katsuki examined it more closely, starting to recognize the handwriting. He had seen those neatly formed albeit rushed letters before - in dozens of notebooks that Deku had written in over the years.
Why would Deku be writing Kirishima? Now Katsuki was genuinely interested in the mystery. There was no holiday or birthday coming up anytime soon, so it couldn’t be that. He eyed the knife block sitting on the counter nearby and wondered if he could pass off the lie that he accidentally opened the envelope thinking it was for him. He was pulled from his thoughts when the timer for the rice chimed. Katsuki dropped Deku’s letter with the others and lost himself in making dinner.
Dinner didn’t take long. Katsuki placed everything in the oven to keep warm until Eijirou got home and slipped in the shower to relax before he and his boyfriend ate. He was dressing when he heard the front door open and Eijirou’s tired voice calling from the front of the apartment.
“Kats? I’m home!” He called. Despite the dumbass pet name, Katsuki smiled. He loved the idiot and had ever since high school. It might have taken him a few years to say it, but once he did, something clicked into place for him. Eijirou was a bright presence that instantly made Katsuki feel more at ease.
“In here,” Katsuki poked his head out of the hallway to shout at his boyfriend. Kirishima looked exhausted. He was a sweaty mess, his hero costume disheveled and covered in god knows what. It must have been a shitty day if he decided to come straight home instead of showering at the agency. “Shit, you look rough,” Katuski deadpanned.
“Thanks, love you too,” Eijirou pouted. Katsuki just pulled him into the bathroom with him and started helping him out of his gear. He was just in his trunks and tank top and seeing Eijirou all worked up in his hero gear was sending a wave of heat to his crotch. Katsuki ignored it in the interest of helping his boyfriend get cleaned up. Once Eijirou was mostly stripped, Katsuki ran the bath for him.
“You’re the best, Kats,” Eijirou said, kissing him gently on the lips.
“Yeah, whatever,” Katsuki said, chasing the kiss with one of his own. “You stink is all. Hurry up so we can eat.” He left Kirishima to soak while he slipped on a pair of sweats and went to set the table. Katsuki had always been a creature of habit. He liked sticking to a routine and these domestic habits he had with Kirishima still made his heart flutter a little bit. Eijirou made him so damn soft, but he liked that there was only one person in the world who could do that to him. Never good with words, Katsuki always hoped these actions would help let Kirsihima know how much he meant to him.
Katsuki finished setting the table and was reminded of the letters still sitting on the counter. He slipped the ones for Kirsihima into a drawer, leaving the junk mail out, just as he heard Eijirou finishing up in the bathroom. He glanced up as Eijirou stepped out into the hallway, skin flush and glistening, a towel held loosely around strong hips that dipped into a perfect v shape. Ei’s hair was damp and loose around his face, framing it beautifully as he smiled. He looked like a new person and Katsuki couldn’t help but stare wistfully as he dipped into the bedroom to dress. Katsuki felt himself pouting as his perfect eye candy disappeared.
Kirishima returned a few moments later, wearing a t-shirt that Katsuki was pretty sure he’d had since high school. It was too tight and stretched across his chest in a way that almost made Katsuki’s mouth water. It was almost as bad as the gym shorts he wore that clearly didn’t have anything underneath for support. He slipped by Katsuki, who was pulling the beef, rice, and vegetables out of the oven to flip through the mail on the counter.
“Expecting something?” Katsuki asked innocently. He couldn’t be sure, but it looked like his shoulders may have tensed just a little bit at the question.
“Huh, me? No, no, just looking through the junk for any good takeout coupons,” he said. Eijirou was a shit liar. Katsuki’s lip curled in a cruel smirk as he served each of their plates with a heap of rice.
“Mm,” he grunted in acknowledgement. This was going to be fun. He waited for Ei to join him at the table and take a bite with his chopsticks before he continued. “So there’s not a letter from Deku you’re expecting or anything?” Kirishima’s rice fell from his mouth as he choked on his bite.
“Um...no?” he said, his words coming out as a question.
“What are you and the nerd hiding from me,” Katsuki said, making his voice low and dangerous while he locked eyes with Kirishima. Even when he was blushing with embarrassment, he was handsome and so damn strong looking.
“I’m not hiding anything, Katsuki,” Eijirou managed to compose himself and speak innocently despite the redness on his ears.
“You’ve been getting an awful lot of letters lately,” Katsuki pressed. He took a bite of his own dinner and licked his lips as seductively as he could, just to throw off his boyfriend even more. Kirishima let out a shaky breath he was holding.
“Just notes from friends, babe…” Kirishima said, trying to look anywhere but Katsuki. He focused on his plate and started eating. Katsuki returned to his own meal and let Kirishima eat comfortably. He changed the subject to work and let his boyfriend vent about the day. HIs shoulders relaxed as he talked and he started making eye contact again, clearly relieved Katsuki had dropped his questioning. Eijirou could really be dense sometimes and Katsuki loved him for it. He should know Katsuki never gave up on anything, but he was still so innocent.
Katsuki scooped up their plates, but when Eijirou moved to help, he pushed him back down. “Wait here,” Katsuki said. “I got you something for dessert.” Katsuki really shouldn’t play with his prey so much, but seeing Eijirou flustered was kind of a turn on. They loved each other and he trusted Eijirou completely, but his curiosity was getting the best of him. If Ei really didn’t want to talk about whatever he was doing, Katsuki wouldn’t force it. But damned if he wouldn’t at least make him squirm a bit.
He rinsed their plates before pulling the envelopes out of the drawer. Eijirou was facing away from the kitchen, playing on his phone while he waited for Katsuki. Katsuki stalked forward, slipping the envelopes into the waistband of his sweats so he could rub Kirishima’s shoulders. Even without his quirk activated the man was rock hard, the stress beginning to melt away as Katsuki kneaded at him for a few minutes. Katsuki was cruel, but he wasn’t completely evil. So what if he couldn’t resist touching his boyfriend’s muscles?
“Fuck, Kats, that feels so good,” Eijirou whimpered. He slipped backwards into the touch. Katsuki stopped abruptly, making Kirishima whine at the loss of touch.
“Baaabe,” he pouted.
“Don’t be a brat, Ei. I’ll keep going if you want,” he said, feeling the smirk cross his cheeks as he pulled the envelopes from behind his back and placed them on the table in front of Kirishima. “...if you tell me why everyone is writing to you all of a sudden.” Eijirou slumped forward and huffed out a dramatic breath.
“It’s supposed to be a surprise,” he said. Katsuki slipped around to his chair so he could look at Eijirou. He had his head laid on his arms, forearms and biceps bulging.
“A surprise?” Katsuki asked, his curiosity going even deeper. Eijirou groaned.
“You never let me surprise you!” Kirishima sat back up, a genuine pout on his face. “I thought I had it this time. No birthday, anniversary, or holiday in sight, so I didn’t think you’d get suspicious.” He toyed with the envelopes in front of him and Katsuki suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over him.
“Eijirou, fuck, I’m sorry,” he said. Apologies had gotten easier since he started dating Kirishima. “I didn’t mean to pry. I just recognized Deku’s handwriting and got curious and was just going to tease you. I didn’t mean to spoil anything.” He reached out to grab Kirishima’s hand and the other took it eagerly.
“It’s okay, Kats,” Eijirou said. “Really, you know I suck at keeping secrets and I can’t lie to save my life anyway.” They both chuckled at that. “Besides, these are the last ones I was waiting on, so I might as well show you anyway. Wait here.”
Kirishima disappeared and Katsuki didn’t follow. He heard some shuffling and a distinctive “thunk” sound followed by Eijirou’s own “oof” that made Katsuki laugh again. But after a few minutes, Ei returned with a nondescript looking journal. He scooted his chair so he was sitting right next to Katsuki, their knees touching. Katsuki couldn’t resist placing a hand on his boyfriend’s muscular thigh and rubbing absent-minded circles with his thumb.
“You’re always doing nice things for me,” Eijirou said, turning the journal around in his hands. “You always know what I need and I dunno, I just thought I should do something nice for you.” He opened the journal and Katsuki realized it wasn’t a journal at all, but a scrapbook. The pages had pictures of Katsuki and Eijirou with small notes written in the margins. Eijirou’s handwriting was messy but Katsuki knew how to read it. “I asked all of our friends to print out any pictures they had and send them to me.”
“First year at UA” the title on one page read. Beneath were photos Katsuki hadn’t seen before. One of him shouting at a smiling Kirishima. Another of a flustered looking Katsuki, the arm of a smiling Kirishima wrapped around his shoulders. He flipped through the pages, taking in memory after memory. While many were pictures of the two of them, others were just highlights of either one. A newspaper clipping of Katsuki’s first big raid on his internship was there. A promo photo with Kirishima and Fat Gum. There were pictures of their friends too in a section labeled “Lovable Extras.” Katsuki’s fingers were shaping as he kept flipping through the pages. Some were blank, waiting to be filled. Other pages were filled with notes, descriptions of the memories from Eijirou’s perspective.
“Ei, baby, this - this is amazing,” Katsuki said. His voice was heavy with emotion. No one had ever done anything like this for him and that was probably a good thing. Coming from anyone else, this would have seemed stupid and cheesy, but coming from Kirishima, it just made his heart warm. He placed the scrapbook gently on the table so he could take Kirshima’s face in his hands and kiss him properly. Katsuki could taste the spicy pepper from dinner on their mouths. He moaned into Ei’s lips when the other pressed his tongue into Katsuki’s mouth and nipped at his lower lip. Eijirou pulled back to breathe and Katsuki rubbed his nose fondly against his boyfriend’s.
“You like it?” Eijirou asked, a tinge of the self-doubt that sometimes darkened his moods present.
“Eijirou,” Katsuki slipped out of his own chair so he could straddle Ei’s lap and drape his arms around his shoulders. Eijirou was a little taller than him, broader too. But Katsuki wasn’t small and the two of them on one chair together was probably comical, but Katsuki needed to be as close as possible to Kirishima. “I love it,” he said, placing another kiss on Eijirou’s lips. “It’s the best thing anyone’s ever done for me. I love you so much.” Another kiss, chaste this time, but no less powerful.
“Wanna see what the others sent?” Kirishima asked. Katskui nodded and flipped himself around so Kirshima was hugging him from behind as he reached across the table and grabbed the envelopes. Katsuki opened Deku’s envelope first and instantly felt himself flush. There was a stack of photos of young Katsuki. Him with his parents. Him and Deku before Katsuki had become an absolute dick to him and nearly ruined any chance of friendship. Thank gods Deku was as gentle and forgiving as he was. Kirishima burst out laughing at a picture of young Katsuki crying tears of joy as he unwrapped an All Might action figure.
There were pictures from high school too, and even some from the past year. Deku was always sneaking pictures of his friends. Katsuki thought it was annoying, but now he was rethinking that. He was grateful Deku had managed to capture some of these tender moments.
Kirishima asleep on Kasuki’s shoulder on a bus to training.
Katsuki blushing as Kirishima steals a kiss at Pinky’s birthday bash.
Kirishima and Deku taking a selfie with an annoyed and recovering Katsuki in the hospital.
“Damn nerd,” Katsuki said. Kirishima tightened his squeeze as they moved to the next envelope.
“Oh these are from mom,” Kirishima said excitedly. Sure enough, inside were pictures of Kirishima as a kid. It was still jarring for Katsuki to see him with such dark hair, but he was a cute kid. There was an almost identical picture of Kirishima crying over a Crimson Riot poster. Katsuki’s sides hurt from laughing and he couldn’t tell if the tears in his eyes were from the laughter or sheer amount of love he was feeling. The envelope had newspaper and magazine clippings too. There were a few of him and Eijirou fighting in battles together. Katsuki was so damn proud.
“What’s this one?” Katsuki asked when they had looked through the rest of the photos. The last envelope was a cardboard package from some company Katsuki didn’t recognize.
“Oh, I ordered prints,” Kirishima said, tearing it open and dumping several photos out. “These were on my phone.”
There were at least a dozen photos of Katsuki sleeping.
“Haaah?!” Katsuki yelped. There he was on the couch. Asleep. In their bed. Asleep. On a plane. Asleep. “What kind of perv are you?!” Katsuki was twisting around so he could see Kirishima’s blush.
“You’re just so peaceful when you sleep! And cute,” He explained. “I can’t help it. Besides, these are just for us.” Katsuki laughed and patted him on the cheek.
“You’re lucky I love you so much, perv,” Katsuki said.
“Love you too babe,” eijirou said, squeezing Katsuki and kissing along his neck. “You really like it?”
“It’s the best. Thank you,” Katsuki said, and he meant it. Suddenly, he felt EIjirou’s strong legs surge upward and he was being lifted. Damn his boyfriend was strong.
“What are you doing?” Katsuki asked, trying to sound bored.
“You said something about continuing my massage if I told you what was going on,” Kirishima carried him toward their bedroom. “Don’t think I forgot.”
Katsuki growled. “I keep my promises, Shitty Hair. Now let me go so I can thank you properly.”