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The high-rise penthouse, chauffeur and sleek black car, Birkin bag, and Chanel shoe lifestyle were never something he aspired for. He would have been fine with getting into his dream university and earning a degree in quantum physics, before pursuing his goal of working at NASA. He would’ve worked for that all on his own and paid back his college debts with time, bought his own cute little house that he’d fill with cats. And maybe, eventually, somewhere along the line, he would catch someone's attention and they could get to know each other.
They’d go out, probably break up, because Izuku’s never been in a relationship before, but then he’d meet someone else and they might break up too.
But then he would meet someone, and they would just… click, and have chemistry in a way that his previous relationships would not be able to hold a candle to. They would take each other out on charming dates that would lead to a passionate night at one of their places, and it would just be…magical. A fairy tale romance.
He didn’t think this life plan was too far-fetched. Sure, he grew up with a single mom and they could hardly pay for healthy meals on most days. Paying his tuition for primary and middle school was a dent in his mom's paycheck too, and his income from odd jobs during high school wasn’t nearly enough to seriously consider going to university as a possible option for his future…
Still, he persevered. He applied to top-rate colleges, putting his first choice where it deserved to be, and told his mom that he would work hard to pay back all of his debt. He would be able to support the both of them, whether she decided to go with him to his suburban house or stay on her own at their apartment.
…None of that is what ended up happening, though.
Instead, he fell in love with an older man, not even in his third year of college, and started dating him— eventually dropping out to move into his high-rise penthouse at the heart of the busiest city, just a ten-minute drive away from the older mans’ fifty-story tall company building. Why it had so many stories, Izuku had not a single clue.
He still visits every other day with a packed lunch in a cute outfit that costs somewhere around a kidney transplant. He doesn’t care much for how much he’s wearing, though— he may not have aspired for this lifestyle, but that didn’t mean he doesn’t deserve it. Of course, he deserves to be lavished with attention and expensive items, fine wine and fancy imported chocolates. Only the best for him, as his boyfriend would say.
Him, the absolute love of the CEO’s life, who shined brighter than all the work on his desk every day, or any other person— who he was grateful to be able to open his eyes to every morning. Whom he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and would eventually put a ring on Izuku’s finger, where it would sit oh-so-prettily.
Or so, his boyfriend had said.
Izuku had another full-body shudder as he wrapped his blanket around him more tightly, trying to form himself into a literal ball so he could just disappear into the soft mattress.
His boyfriend, the famous CEO Bakugo Katsuki who looked like Adonis without even having to try— and when he did try, Izuku could hardly catch his breath— had said all of those words. But as of late, he’d been spending more time at his office than at home, and Izuku wasn’t sure if it was because of something he’d done, or if Katsuki had found someone else and…
No, it couldn’t possibly be any of those things. Katsuki would just tell him if there was something that he did, and he knew better than to outright cheat on Izuku. He may not be as built as his Greek God of a boyfriend, but he did know how to fuck someone up— he doesn’t care about the jail time that’ll come with castrating his boyfriend. He especially doesn’t care about punching the side bitches’ teeth out. Izuku would do it, and he’d feel fucking good about it.
Katsuki knew this. He was okay with it too, although he did vehemently assure Izuku that he would never lay a finger on another person, nor would he let them lay their grubby fingers on him.
So what was it? Why was Katsuki suddenly so… busy with work? Izuku didn’t pry about the happenings or going-ons of his boyfriend’s business. Maybe he should have asked, should have been more involved, so he wouldn’t be plagued with such anxieties. And there was even the possibility that he was overreacting and being needy for no reason.
He just… missed his boyfriend. So much. He wanted to be encased in Katsuki’s warm arms and rest his head against a firm chest that he knew he could fall back on, whenever he wanted. He didn’t regret his life now, not at all, but… how could he say any of this to his boyfriend without dying of embarrassment? He wished he could be better at communication.
He sprang up and out of the bed, though, when he heard the beeping sound of their digital padlock, followed by his boyfriend’s sweet voice announcing that he was home. Izuku looked at the clock on their nightstand, seeing that it was only eight pm. He tried not to press his hands against his cheeks in sheer excitement that his boyfriend was back home relatively early for once, and promptly ran out of their bedroom to greet him.
He forgot one crucial thing.
“Kacchan!” He slid across polished mahogany tiles in his Chanel slippers, nearly tripping in his run to hug his boyfriend.
“My baby,” his Kacchan rumbled soothingly as Izuku’s body collided with his, and they both sighed in contentment when Katsuki’s arms wrapped around him. “I missed you so much, my love. How was your day today?”
Izuku just hummed into the fabric of Katsuki’s suit, not wanting to answer the question. He didn’t want to tell his boyfriend that he spent the majority of the day upset and crying in intervals. He didn’t want to bring up his anxiousness— he just wanted to cuddle for the time being. And Katsuki indulged him in that, by combing his fingers through Izuku’s curls and lightly massaging his scalp. He nuzzled himself further into the safety net that is Katsuki’s body, barely hearing what was being said—
So he was confused when his shoulders were gently pushed away. He tried not to pout up at his boyfriend, but it was hard covering up his annoyance with not being able to cuddle more. His annoyance melted into confusion, though, when Katsuki stared at him with furrowed brows and concerned eyes.
It was then that he realized; he’d forgotten to wash his face of all the tear streaks and double-check for eye redness. Fuck.
“‘Zuku, babe, what’s wrong?” Those hands cupped his face and tilted it up slightly, thumbs grazing just below his lash line repetitively. “Talk to me, hun,” he pleaded in a soft tone.
The smaller boys’ breath shuddered, unknowing of just how much he needed to hear those words from his constantly busy boyfriend. This light push was all he needed to melt back into Katsuki’s arms, letting out a small sniffle that prompted Katsuki into scooping him off the floor. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s shoulders as he was carried back into their bedroom and gently laid down on a fluffy pillow. The warmth of Katsuki’s body lying atop of him came right after, and he all but purred in pure, unbridled joy when soft pecks and open-mouthed kisses attacked his flushed cheeks.
“Will my love please tell me what’s bothering him, now?”
Dang it.
He huffed quietly and pouted up at Katsuki, whose face slowly morphed from concern to amusement. He snickered at the adorable glare that Izuku was giving him before kissing his little button nose.
“C’mon, you can get more kisses from your amazing boyfriend when you start talkin’,” he moved himself into a sitting position, though he still kept a comforting hand on Izuku’s hip.
“Nooo,” Izuku whined, making grabby hands at his rude boyfriend who wasn’t indulging him with snuggles and kisses. “Wanna cuddle!”
“I will give you all the cuddles you want baby, and I’ll set up a nice bath for you. How about that?” He offered, his thumb rubbing small circles on Izuku’s hip all the while. The freckled boy pouted about it for a while before relenting with a sigh. Katsuki was patient enough to give him a few more minutes to figure out his thoughts, and Izuku was grateful that his boyfriend never pushed him to talk when he was thinking.
He took a deep breath in, eyes looking off to the side,
“I, um,” he huffed, “I… have been feeling…”
“Feeling?” Kacchan urged just a bit. Izuku squirmed a little, embarrassed with how whiny he was about to sound. His boyfriend snorted and pulled him up into a sitting position, directly on his lap where he could securely wrap his arms around the smaller boy. Somehow this helped Izuku better voice his thoughts, though they were mumbled into the curve of Katsuki’s neck.
“Lonely,” he nuzzled his face, nearly able to feel the light pattering of his boyfriend’s heartbeat. It was a little… fast. That made him frown. “Are you cheating on me?”
“What? No, of course not,” he was squeezed tightly. “What would make you think that?”
“Your heart is beating fast.”
Katsuki laughed,
“Well, maybe that’s because my precious boyfriend is sitting on my lap.”
Izuku hummed.
“Maybe.”
But then the air around them became a little bit more serious as Kacchan stroked his fingers up and down Izuku’s spine. He made himself more comfortable, snuggling closer into Kacchan’s warmth as the older male hummed.
“I’m sorry I’ve been making you feel lonely, baby,” he apologized, coating the words with a small peck on fluffy green tresses. “I know you usually don’t care for business matters, but I feel like I should tell you what’s going on. Still, I’m really sorry, and I hope you’ll allow me to make it up to you?” He questioned nervously.
Izuku pulled himself back to look his lovely, hard-working boyfriend in his crimson red eyes.
“You’re right that I don’t usually ask about it… so, what’s going on?”
“The fucking Todoroki’s, is what’s going on,” Katsuki spat, glaring at the other side of their bedroom.
“The Todoroki’s? That technology conglomerate?”
What business did Katsuki have with them?
What he received from his boyfriend was a blank stare, and then,
“Their youngest wants to marry you. He’s been hounding me for the past week, trying to strike deals that he apparently thinks I can’t refuse,” he snorted. “As if I would give you up for anything, but he doesn’t seem to fucking get that.”
“Why is this taking so long then? Shouldn’t it be a one and done thing?”
“As much as it pains me to admit it, that bastard's family is a lot more influential than I gave him credit for,” he sighed. “Essentially, he’s been fucking with all of my investors. I’ve got some pretty loyal ones that haven’t listened to him, but a couple of them were easily swayed and it took a fuck ton of work to keep them.”
And suddenly, Izuku was fucking furious.
“That asshole! I ‘ought to fucking skin him alive,” he seethed. Katsuki’s laughter blared around their room, but Izuku was dead serious. He wouldn’t hesitate to hold a potato peeler to Todoroki’s throat and dig it into him. He would fucking regret ever messing with his boyfriend.
His seething came to an abrupt halt when his cheeks were cupped again and his nose was nuzzled. A purr emitted from him and he immediately curled back into his Kacchan as another solution was proposed; one that was less violent (boo!), but would most likely get the job done. He nodded in agreement before yelping when Katsuki suddenly stood up, holding him in a princess carry, and whisked him off into the master bathroom, where he was deposited on their counter. He could only watch and chirp lightly as Katsuki went about filling the bath for them.
He could certainly use the de-stressing, and he was looking forward to what his boyfriend had planned to make up for the week spent in loneliness.
— x —
“In conclusion, your penis is small and I do not want to marry you, you candy-cane looking ass bitch,” Midoriya glared, waving his hand in a shoo-ing motion at the youngest Todoroki. He stared, stunned, taken aback by the words leaving the innocent-looking man in front of him.
This… isn’t what he was expecting. When he saw photos of Bakugo and Midoriya together, he thought that the green-haired boy was all sunshine and happiness, and much too good for the likes of Bakugo, who was rude and aggressive. Todoroki would have been a much better fit for Midoriya, and he had more money. But it seemed that the object of his affections was completely enamored with Bakugo…
“I understand,” he sat up from his chair at the end of the meeting table. “But, for the record, my penis is not small,” he had to clarify.
Bakugo snorted as Midoriya simply glanced at his nails.
“I don’t care enough to check. Now, leave,” he demanded.
“You are a lot more aggressive than I thought you’d be,” Todoroki commented. Bakugo scoffed in response.
“Trust me, this is a lot better than what he first had in mind.”
“Which is…?”
A potato peeler spawned out of nowhere in Midoriya’s hand. He waved it around the air threateningly.
“Leave, now, or else.”
Todoroki turned his back to them and walked to the heavy double doors. He looked behind him one more time to see Midoriya’s cheek squished against Bakugo’s in affection, although the potato peeler was still held up. He whispered,
“My penis is not small.”
Then he finally walked out of the room before looking down in shame.
It was small.