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Waking up to something pressing into his side wasn’t a rare occurrence for Shouto these days. At the point in his life, it was practically routine.
“Get up,” Katsuki said, while digging his foot deeper into Shouto’s side. Being woken up by the sound of his dearly beloved, his lover, his boyfriend, his honey bun, or whichever terms one chooses to call their romantic partner is usually a blessing, and Shouto will cherish it . . . later. Yes, much, much, later.
“I rather not,” Shouto said, before turning away from Katsuki and deeper into the warmth of their bed.
“It wasn’t a question.”
“That’s nice,” Shouto replied, while nestling into his pillow.
“So you’re just going to waste your one good day off on sleep?” he asked.
“Seems like it," Shouto said, thinking what Katsuki just said sounded like a great day. It would even be better if Katsuki could join him in a day of pure sleep.
“So you’re not getting up?” he pestered.
“No.”
“Not even if I made cold soba for breakfast?”
What Katsuki said was really tempting, but Shouto’s gut knew better. “You’d never let that happen,” Shouto replied.
“Good point,” Katsuki admitted begrudgingly. “Whatever, I have better things to do than to worry about how you choose to throw away precious time.”
Shouto merely hummed in response and happily waited for sleep to consume him once more. He was so distracted by wanting to sleep, he failed to realize that maybe he had won too easily.
“You’re lucky you’re dating someone so understanding, y’know? If it were anyone else they’d have broken up with you ages ago.”
“Is that right?” Shouto asked, despite not caring in the slightest what the answer could end up being.
“Yes.”
If Katsuki’s plan was to annoy Shouto into waking up, Shouto had to admit it was pretty effective, but Katsuki had one huge flaw in his plan and that would be the cranky Shouto he would have to deal with if his plan was a success. Truly a lose/lose situation, but all’s fair in love and war, he assumed.
“That’s why you should just marry me already,” Katsuki said.
He said it with such an ease, it would have been easy to miss or ignore, but it hadn’t stopped the way Shouto’s eyes suddenly opened and his heart sputtered inside his chest.
Shouto turned over to look up at Katsuki who looked as put together as ever. Leaving Shouto to feel like maybe he’s wildly overreacting, but this was the first time Katsuki in their six years together had ever even brought up marriage. So no matter how casual he said it, it rocked Shouto to his core.
“Excuse me?” he asked, sounding much more alert than just mere seconds agao.
“I said, ‘You should just marry me already’,” he repeated, before shoving a piece of toast into his mouth.
“Very funny, Katsuki,” Shouto said, feeling pretty confident Katsuki was just teasing him and finding a way to get Shouto to finally wake up. Despite feeling sure Katsuki was just messing around, there was this pattern in his heartbeat that was still going wild with even the notion of marrying Katsuki.
Katsuki shoved the last bit of his toast in his mouth, before walking on top of their bed and claiming a spot right on top of Shouto’s lap.
Shouto looked up at Katsuki bathed in the morning light, his expression was more serious than what Shouto was expecting.
“Marry me,” Katsuki said, so frank and to the point.
“How romantic,” Shouto pointed out with heavy sarcasm.
“Shut up, asshole,” he said, and even if it was the smallest of cracks in his voice, it was all it took for Shouto to know that Katsuki was being serious. So serious that it made Shouto's chest swell.
“Marry you?” Shouto asked.
“Sure, why not?”
‘Sure, why not?’ is so ridiculously Katsuki, Shouto can’t help, but adore it.
Shouto hasn’t had any good examples of what marriage should be like, and he’s sure he’s rejected the idea of it in the past. But Shouto was done letting his past and his father consume and control him and what he does, and what he wants, it wasn’t easy and it still isn’t some days. So while terrifying, when he’s looking at Katsuki’s red eyes and soft cheeks, he wants it all, he wants everything, the good or the bad, it doesn’t matter as long as they’re together. He likes to believe they deserve a chance at true happiness, and that it’s worth trying, even if they fail miserably.
“Okay,” was the answer to Katsuki’s proposal.
“‘Okay’?! That was enthusiastic,” Katsuki said, matching Shouto’s sarcasm from earlier.
Shouto sat up, and now that he and Katsuki were face to face, he's never felt more certain about saying, “Yes, Katsuki, I’ll marry you.”
“That’s more like-,” he started before being cut off by Shouto’s mouth.
Perhaps it was the euphoria of just getting engaged, but Shouto’s never loved kissing Katsuki more than he has at this very moment.
“Morning breath,” Katsuki complained.
“Your fiance’s morning breath,” Shouto reminded.
“Quit trying to be cute,” he said, but the way he averted away from Shouto said otherwise.
“I love you, Katsuki,” Shouto said, feeling so overwhelmed by his love for him that he had to say it.
“You’re not half bad,” he replied, before being the one to lean in this time and kiss Shouto senseless.
It didn’t take too long for things to heat up from there and for them to begin passionately making out on top of their bed, while the birds still happily chirped outside.
“Seriously, Shouto?” Katsuki asked about the new development that happened underneath him. Katsuki thought last night’s events were enough to keep Shouto satiated longer than this, not that he's complaining too much.
“I just got engaged and it’s the morning. Your fiance’s morning woo-,” Shouto started.
“You’re the worst,” he said, with a grin with a tad too much adoration in it.
“Your fiance is the worst.”
“Die, Shouto.”
“You say it with love?”
“Damn right I do,” he said, before leaning in to kiss his finance again. Perfectly satisfied with telling their friends about their recent engagement a a much later point in their day.