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Izuku stretches as far as he can, uncomfortable after the long plane and then taxi ride. He's in front of his small discrete apartment. There's a weight he hadn't been aware of that lifts at the sight. Being in Japan, by his street, it feels so nice. The past three weeks in America had been fantastic, he'd met plenty of wonderful heroes and people, seen interesting places.
The hero learning exchange program had worked well for Izuku and the man could only hope that the American hero that had been stationed here had found the exchange as productive as Izuku had. But despite that, he'd been homesick. The familiar streets and buildings stretch around the man, welcoming. He wouldn't fully be able to relax until he was settled in his apartment, but already something has loosened in Izuku's chest.
He creeps closer to the door, straining to keep quiet as he opens it. Izuku pushes his suitcase to the corner of the front hall before trying to keep the door as quiet as possible as it clicks closed. He slips off his shoes and tip-toes delicately into the living room. Unfortunately, his efforts to be as quiet as possible are for naught.
"Deku!"
Strong arms wrap around his waist, a head of soft brown hair tucking under his chin.
"Ochako! Did I wake you up? I'm so sorry!"
He wraps his arms around her in return, ducking his head down to bury his nose in her hair. It smells floral and sweet from her shampoo, a smell he's missed desperately these past few weeks. Izuku nuzzles into it, her arms squeezing around him even tighter, almost to the point of pain.
"Don't worry," she murmurs into his chest, "I was waiting up."
He jolts up.
"But you had that big rescue today, I saw it on the news! You should be resting!"
"Boo-hoo, it's called a nap. Plus," she loosens her grip, leaning back and looking up, "I asked off tomorrow."
In the low light of the living room's lamp, her wide grin may be the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. He releases one hand from Ochako's waist to cup the back of her head. He runs his fingers through her soft hair.
"You didn't have to do that," he says softly.
"Why wouldn't I?" She chuckles, leaning toward him, "You're my boyfriend. There's very little I wouldn't do."
Suddenly she's on her toes, lips insistent but soft on his. Ochako throws her arms around his neck, clawing his hair. He crushes her firm body against himself. She's unrelenting on his lips and Izuku complies, yielding to her.
Bruising, hard pressure passes between them desperately. Ochako's hands running frantically through his curls and pressing him even harder against her.
"Love you," he gasps when he finally can.
"Love you too," Ochako purrs against his cheek, "missed you."
"Me too," he replies, resting half on top of her. Izuku knows she's strong enough to hold him. She does, easily.
After a moment of peace, she stirs, pushing Izuku back again.
"What were you planning on doing about sleep if you didn't wanna wake me?"
Izuku sheepishly leans further back into her, knocking his chin on her shoulder.
"Was gonna sleep on the couch," he mutters.
She grasps his face in her hands, pinching his cheeks.
"Stupid. You've been sleeping on hotel beds for how long? And then that long plane ride?" Ochako slowly grins again before peppering soft butterfly kisses over his stinging cheeks.
"Besides, I missed you next to me. You're warm, you know?" She says this between kisses, finally resting her forehead against his.
"Well," Izuku replies, "let me get ready and I'll take you up on that. Since, you know, ruined my great couch plans."
She snorts at him, giving him a soft smack on the shoulder with her palm.
"Will do, Izuku."
A silly, swooping feeling fills him at his name. He's so incredibly lucky to have her. Ochako turns to go into the bedroom, her hand holding Izuku's as he follows her.
Yes. It's good to be home.