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Bakugo had been in America for the last three years and had only recently come back home to Japan. During that time he had fallen in love and gotten married. It had been a very small, very private ceremony that happened all too quickly, only Kirishima had managed to get there in time for the ceremony.
Now that he was back home, Bakugo and his new wife were the talk of hero gossip.
No one had seen Bakugo's wife yet, he had been very careful with the photographers. He no longer lived in the city, instead, he had a large house that was close to the country. It offered a maximum amount of privacy and relative safety seeing that the area was home to several other retired heroes who wished for silence. It was all understandable. Being a top hero Bakugo would need to take certain precautions with a new family. Especially since it seemed the pair wished to expand their family as soon as possible.
So Midoriya was shocked with Bakugo showed up at his agency with some paperwork asking for a favor. Come out to his place and help him sort out where this particular villain was hiding out. If anyone could pick out the pattern this villain left behind it'd be Midoriya. That way he could burn the living hell outta him for making him work so hard.
While they were working he could meet the wife, see the house, all that stuff.
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Midoriya stared at the house tucked away in the treeline. It was a monster of a place, fenced in, with a very impressive walk up from the street. A modern Japanese home with an American twist. He hummed in appreciation of the zen garden visible from street level, but the house itself was protected by the growing trees and shrubbery.
"Got this place on deal", said Bakugo as he walked up the path, "I saved the guy who builds these things- he practically gave it to me as a wedding present."
"Wow", said Midoriya, "You're not usually one to accept gifts."
"Yeah", said Bakugo, rubbing the back of his neck, a soft blush covering his ears, "but she deserves a really nice home... Someplace safe... Besides, it's got all the bells and whistles and once she's all settled, it'll be great space for entertaining."
"You're going to entertain?", asked Midoriya playfully.
"Twice a month with my crew- you're invited", said Bakugo calmly, then more quietly, "I missed you guys y'know."
Midoriya patted Bakugo on the back and smiled at him, "Thanks Kachan."
Bakugo seemed to be in high spirits, he even smiled at Midoriya as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys to his house. The inside of the home was even more luxurious than expected. While Modiriya marveled at the home, really loving how the old-fashioned Japanese style intermingled with the new modern style, Bakugo announced himself.
"I'm home", he shouted, while showing Midoriya where the fresh guest slippers had been placed, "and I brought company!"
"Okay", called another voice, sweeter and dripping with honey, it was your voice, "Welcome home!"
"We're in the dining room", he called back to you.
There was a sound of affirmative, and Midoriya could hear some rustling upstairs. The sound of footsteps running about on the carpet.
"She'll be down in a bit", said Bakugo proudly, his smile unable to be contained, "I'll show you around the lower level. We're still decorating upstairs, so that's off-limits."
Midoriya chuckled to himself, amused with how quickly his bombastic friend had gone domestic. It was rather endearing having Bakugo show him around his house like a child displaying a new toy with glee.
"You've gotta see the pool, I'll ask if we can go upstairs later. It's on the roof!"
When the lower level and the backyard garden had been explored, cherry blossoms littered the backyard in a truly romantic setting, Bakugo brought Midoriya to the dining room where they would be working. The dining area was one of the few spots in the house that had clearly been frequently used. There were tiny chips in the wooden table, evidence of life being lived around the object. It warmed Midoriya's heart to think of his friend stopping to eat meals with his beloved wife.
This home was happy.
All that was left was to meet the wife.
"I thought I heard your wife's voice earlier", said Midoriya, hinting at the obvious.
He had been in the house for almost an hour by now, and he was itching to meet who had tied Bakugo down. Kirishima had been vague at best when pressed for information when he had returned from the hastily planned wedding.
"She's a sweetheart!", promised Kiri when he had been bombarded.
That's not enough information to go on.
"Yeah, she wanted to make a good impression", said Bakugo sheepishly, before shouting, "Honey, come down!", as he got settled at the dining table, starting to set out the notes he had on the villain.
"Coming!" you sang.
You came down the stairs, your slippers slapping the ground as you rounded the corner into the dining area, "Hello dear! Let me guess, green hair and eyes... Is this Midoriya? It's a pleasure! How are you?", you cheered brightly.
Midoriya felt as if the sun had sat on his face with how bubbly you were. You gave Kirishima a run for his money in the bright department. You exuded an emotional glee that could barely be contained by your curvy body. You were a shapely thing. Midoriya was a professional hero who saved the lives of many people regardless of shape or state of undress, so he was used to bodies of all types. But he was not expecting the way your hourglass-shaped body bounced down the stairs. Plump wasn't the word for the way your long legs strode around the table, thick was better, thicc with two c's. Your tits were large and no amount of clothing would hide them, your cute sundress did nothing to hide your figure and each step made your visible cleavage jiggle.
"Oh, where are my manners? Thank you for waiting for me. I should get some hot water ready for tea if you're going to work. Maybe some snacks?", you chirped sweetly.
'God', thought Midoriya, 'her voice sounded exactly like the foreign women on t.v. A velvety tone, something like jazz music.'
You cheered happily at them both and gently tapped Midoriya's hand for his attention. You had come close enough that he could smell you, the scent of coconut moisturizer and roses was a lovely mix on your dark skin.
Your eyes glittered happily at him, dying to make a good impression, "Midoriya-kun?", you questioned softly, then when received no response you looked at Bakugo, speaking quietly in English, "am I not saying it correctly?"
"You're saying it fine- He's just a dumbass."
"Don't be rude to your friend", you chided in English.
"Japanese", Bakugo huffed softly to his wife.
You removed your hand from Midoriya's, and placed it on your hips, responding in Japanese, "Don't be rude to your friend."
"Very good", said Bakugo gruffly, then he kicked Midorya in the shin, "Hey, say hello to my wife."
Midorya stared at his childhood friend in shock. Bakugo had married a black American woman who was all sunshine and rainbows and softness everywhere. Bakugo Katsuki, who was all hard and muscle and fierce rage, had literally married the embodiment of sugar. There was no way he could've found someone more opposite than himself.
You were frowning at Midoriya, fiddling with your yellow sundress. You licked your lips nervously, your cheeks darkened further in a hidden blush. Oh, he was being rude. Midoriya stood up and bowed to you deeply.
"Y-yes! I'm sorry! It's a pleasure to meet you. I just didn't expect you to be so-"
"Maybe the dress was a bit much?", you asked nervously, then a hand dove into your oh so soft afro, in English your voice was wavering, "the hair..? I should've pressed it."
"You look fine", said Bakugo firmly.
He stood up and he pulled your hand from your hair and squeezing your fingers tenderly. You were taller than he was, but there was no denying the physical chemistry here. Bakugo's hand rested on your hip as he brought your hand down. The action was tender and reassuring to his more easily intimidated counterpart, you. Your bodies leaned into one another in a way that was nearly intimate, yet Midoriya couldn't look away.
Bakugo's red eyes softened as he met your worried gaze, "Were you offering tea?"
"Tea...I..uh... yes, tea and some snacks maybe?", you said taking the escape and ran away to the kitchen.
Midoriya's eyes followed your figure- You even had yellow slippers to match your yellow sundress, God that's adorable. Then he internally berated himself for being so rude. His mother would've hated to see him act like this. He shook himself out of his surprised stupor and pointed in the direction of the kitchen. His large green eyes blinked owlishly at Bakugo.
"That's your wife?", he asked.
"Yes", said Bakugo, growling, his eyebrows knitting in a frown as he hissed, "And you were supposed to behave better than that! Fucking Kirishima had better tact than you!"
Kirishima had all the tact of an over-excited puppy when meeting new people. He probably hugged you in greeting. But, being an American, you may not have noticed the transgression.
"I thought you'd be a good way to break the ice", Bakugo continued in a growl, "America isn't looking too hot, and I don't want her living there with all that racist bullshit. Bad enough she's a foreigner here- Worse that I've got to figure out how to transplant her parents as well."Midoriya blushed as he watched his friend's face contort with true worry. Bakugo was the man of the house and already the responsibility of it was weighing on him. A hot hand slapped Midoriya on the shoulder roughly, all of Bakugo's earlier glee popping into anger, "But if you're going to act like this-! How the fuck am I supposed to convince her that here is any better?"
"S-sorry Kachan", said Midoriya, blushing harder understanding at what level of responsible Bakugo placed him at, "I-if you had just told me-"
"You think she's gonna be able to warn people before she meets them? What kind of life is that? Get over yourself!" Bakugo hissed.
"y-yes, you're right. But you could've said you were trying to make a good impression."
"Why the hell else would I invite you for tea and snacks with my wife?", growled Bakugo his voice muted, but his hands were sparking, "Use your head!"
Midoriya apologized deeply to his friend, still reeling over his own reaction, then he realized that his explosive friend had kept his voice down. Obviously, he didn't want to startle his nervous wife who was flitting about the kitchen. The poor woman was trying to make a good first impression and he had just about ruined it.
"I'll do better", Midoriya promised, "It's not like I've not talked to foreigners before- it's just... It's you."
"What's the supposed to mean?", cracked Bakugo.
Midoriya waved his hands, trying to dismiss the smoke coming from Bakugo's skin, "She's so sweet? So.. bubbly, and you're- you're-"
"Yeah, what of it?", said Bakugo not letting him finish, but his voice further lowered to soft embarrassed mutter, "Sometimes opposites attract."
Seriously.
There was absolutely an attraction there. At least from the tender scene, they had displayed moments ago. A spark. He wanted to ask how you two met but thought better of it when Bakugo steeled his shoulders. Another time.
"Right. I'm sorry. Your home is lovely, and your wife is gorgeous Kachan", said Midoriya firmly, "I can't wait to see the rest of the house on game nights."
Bakugo seemed appeased by the formality, then waved it off, "Okay, take it down a notch. We've got work to do, and when she comes back out here with the food you're going to oh and ahh over it."
"Kachan."
Red eyes glinted harshly at Midoriya, "Because you don't know how to act."
"I'm sorry", said Midoriya, lowering his head.