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1
Katsuki and Izuku were just getting food. As they do on Saturday nights. Saturday is their night to go out to a nice restaurant (sometimes they went to a casual place, whatever they were feeling, really) and it is always a nice time. They get to enjoy themselves for a couple of hours, no matter how busy their week may have been, no matter how much work they had to do, they get to savor each other in the time that they did have together. Both of them always looked forward to Saturday nights.
Izuku laughed at something that Katsuki said and, god, Katsuki just loved the sound of his laugh more than fucking anything. He would give up everything to just hear Izuku’s laugh, honestly.
That’s when the waitress walked up and smiled directly at Izuku, directing her questions to him and only him, “Hello, my name is Furukawa and I’ll be your server for today, can I get you started on some drinks and appetizers?”
Izuku smiled, completely oblivious to the way the waitress was clearly into him. Leaning into him as she spoke, not even sparing a glance at Katsuki, just being so fucking obvious with her crush. And Izuku just smiled at her, a friendly smile, “Uh- Um… Hm,” Izuku hummed, looking down at his menu, “Sorry, this is my first time here, I don’t know what kind of appetizers you have here yet,” He scanned the menu, looking for where the appetizers were.
The waitress just chuckled softly before she leaned into him and placed her fucking filthy goddamn hand on Katsuki’s husband’s shoulder. Who the fuck did she think she was? She leaned into him, pointing at where the appetizers were on the menu and reading them aloud, right into Izuku’s ear.
“Oh, thank you!” Izuku smiled brightly, one of those smiles that makes Katsuki weak every time he sees it, “I think we’ll just do the mozzarella sticks, right Kacchan?” He looked up at him, “You don’t like anything else on there, right?” He looked back down at his menu, double-checking.
“The mozzarella sticks are fine,” Katsuki grumbled, shooting a glare at the waitress who was giving him a dirty look right back.
When she looked back to Izuku though, any sense of something bitter left her face and she switched back to her happy-waitress persona, “Alrighty, I’ve got you down for mozzarella sticks. What can I get you to drink?”
“O-oh,” Izuku looked down at the menu, flustered, “could I just get sprite please?”
“Absolutely,” She smiles, “is there anything else I can do for you?”
“Um, yeah,” Izuku looked confused, “Kacchan needs to order,” He pointed to his husband, “he’ll probably have a water, right Baby?”
Okay, so he did catch on to the woman flirting with him. Izuku rarely uses pet names. He only uses them when trying to comfort Katsuki, when he’s drunk, or when he’s trying to be really obvious about their relationship.
“Yes,” Katsuki nodded, “a water’s fine.”
The waitress gave Katsuki a side-eye before smiling at Izuku and saying, “I will have that right out to you.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes as soon as the woman left, “God, that fucking pissed me off. She should keep her fucking hands off of you.”
“Aw,” Izuku smirked and Katsuki could just tell by his tone that he was getting ready to tease him, “is my Kacchan getting jealous?”
Katsuki scoffed, “The fuck do you think?”
“Aw, he is!” Izuku gasped dramatically, “it’s okay, Sweetheart, you are my one and only love.”
“Does she not fucking see the fucking ring on your fucking finger?” Katsuki grumbled, beyond irritated with the waitress, which meant that he would swear a lot more, “You didn’t stop it either,” He commented.
“Kacchan,” Izuku furrowed his eyebrows, “Nothing is going to come out of it, so I didn’t feel like there was any need to.”
“She’s gonna be trying to flirt with you all night,” Katuski complained, running a stressed hand through his hair.
Izuku just smirked at his husband, “You’re hot when you’re jealous, y’know?”
Katsuki felt his face heat up. Even after years of being married to the damn nerd, he always found a way to make him fucking blush. “Shut up.”
“Yes sir,” Izuku giggled.
“Stop it, Izuku.”
“Oh no,” Izuku held his hands up, whispering dramatically, “you said my real government name, whatever will I do?”
“When the fuck did you get so sarcastic?” Katsuki asked incredulously.
“When I grew up with you,” Izuku responded.
“Yeah, okay, whatever,” Katsuki rolled his eyes and crossed his arms while Izuku just laughed. This, therefore, meant Katsuki couldn’t stay pretend mad because he just absolutely adores Izuku’s laugh too much. He practically melted at the sound, uncrossing his arms and letting them fall by his sides.
That’s when the waitress walked back over and placed both drinks in front of Izuku, “Here you are, sir.” She smiled, “Is there anything else I can do for you,” She casually placed one of her hands on Izuku’s shoulder as if she’d done it millions of times before, she fluttered her eyelashes at Izuku and, god, it pissed Katsuki off.
“Actually,” Katsuki interjects making her look over to him as if he’s the one who should be embarrassed for his behavior, “there is something you can do for me.”
Izuku cut in before Katsuki could say anything, “Yeah, maybe don’t flirt with me,” He suggested.
The waitress turned bright red, “N-no, I wasn’t flirting with you,” She lied. She was a very bad liar. Very obvious.
“Get your fucking hands off of my husband,” Katsuki stands up to be on the same level as her, though he’s much taller.
Immediately she snatched her hand to herself and muttered an apology as she backed off.
“Get us a new server while you’re at it,” Katsuki called to her and when the waitress came back, it was a different one entirely.
***
2
Izuku was laughing with some guy at this stupid bar that they were both dragged to. Izuku’s group of friends dragged him and Izuku dragged Katsuki, claiming that if he had to go, so did Katsuki. And, well, it's really difficult for Katsuki to say no to Izuku, can you blame him?
Anyway, back to the whole laughing with some guy thing. Katsuki had left him alone for 2 god damn minutes so that he could go to the corner store right next to the bar and get his very clearly drunk husband some water (there was a certain brand of water that Izuku liked more than others so, obviously, Katsuki was going to get that for him because he’s the best husband).
Izuku was very drunk and the guy was either a flirty drunk or just disrespectful as hell seeing as he just relentlessly flirting with Izuku, all the while Katsuki was watching, “You are so perfect, Izuku-Kun,” The man said, smirking, “why don’t you come home with me, Cutie?” He licked his lips.
Izuku shook his head, gulping, trying to make sense of the proposition in his drunk state, “No, I have a husband.”
“So what?” The man said, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt ‘im.”
Izuku giggled, his speech slurring, “Maybe, maybe not. But if he finds out that you’re hitting on me, um,” He gulped, “he’s not the one who’ll be hurt.” He pointed at the man, “G’luck.” He pops out the “ck” sound.
The man scoffed, “Yeah, okay. I think I can handle myself, Cutie,” He bit his bottom lip eagerly, “I’m a strong man, don’t worry.”
“You,” Izuku giggled again, “You just haven’t met my… um… my husband,” He scratched at the side of his face.
“I think you should just come home with me,” The man grabbed Izuku’s wrist and Katsuki fucking saw red.
He marched his ass right up to Izuku. He hadn’t originally walked up when he saw the man flirting with Izuku because he knew that Izuku would probably want to handle it himself, so he gave him a chance to do that, but after that man set his hands on Izuku’s wrist, obviously tightening his grip around it, Katsuki was done.
He stepped in front of Izuku and pushed the man back, causing him to let go of Izuku, “And who the hell do you think you are?” The man asked, getting into Katsuki’s face even though Katsuki was quite literally twice the size of him.
Katsuki smirked, noticing that the man’s breath hitched and he was obviously scared, “His husband. Did I mention I’m a police officer?” He reached for his wallet to show off his badge, “I could arrest you for harassment right now. My husband told you no. The moment he said that you should have fucking dropped it,” He glared a deadly glare at the man, “Now fucking leave before I make good on my threat to arrest you.” He said, knowing damn well there were a handful of other police officers at this bar (it was full of Izuku’s and Katsuki’s friends, a lot of which are officers seeing as they both are) that saw that and would arrest him for him.
The man scurried off, finally realizing the mistake he made by flirting with his husband.
He turned to his husband and grabbed his wrist, much more gentle than the man before had, “Are you alright?” He sets the bottle of water down on a table nearby and reaches his hand up to brush his knuckles against Izuku’s cheek as he examined Izuku’s wrist, noticing a red hand mark around it. It would definitely bruise. How fucking hard was that man holding on to Izuku? Too fucking hard.
Katsuki debated going after him again, knocking some sense into the man, but realized that staying with his husband was a much better idea in the state he had been in, “Alright, my love, let’s go home, yeah?”
Izuku nodded drowsily, “Home- Home’s good.” He leaned against Katsuki, practically falling asleep on his husband’s chest.
“Yeah, home is good,” Katsuki repeated, grabbing the water he got for Izuku. He opened it up, “Here, drink some of this first.”
Izuku complied, taking a sip of the water, “Thanks, Baby.”
“Of course, Deku,” Katsuki nodded, wrapping his arm around his husband and leading him outside, towards the car. Once they got there, Katsuki opened Izuku’s door for him and made sure he got into the car without hitting his head. He shut the door and walked around the front of the car to get to the driver’s side and got in.
God, he hates fucking jealousy. He could still feel the tinge, the sting, in his chest as he saw another man flirting with Izuku. And he was fucking angry that some man had bruised his husband.
***
3
Katsuki was walking with his husband, hand in hand, down the street. It was a quiet night, the only sounds were the wind flowing and some birds chirping. There weren’t really any people around. It was a peaceful night, perfect for a walk. They were able to just stand side by side and enjoy each other’s company. No words need to be spoken between the two of them to enjoy the night.
That was until Izuku spotted a dog (and another person, but mostly the dog), he gasped and sped walked up to the person, “May I pet your dog, please?” It was some kind of pitbull mix.
“Of course,” The man smiled kindly, warmly, at Izuku, “She loves pets.”
Izuku giggled and knelt down to let the dog sniff his hand before rubbing behind the dog’s ear, “Awe, hello,” He whispered to her as Katsuki finally caught up to his husband, “What’s her name?” Izuku asked, looking up at the man.
“Her name is Snickerdoodle, but I just call her Doodle.”
“Awe my god,” Izuku giggled and rubbed the dog’s head some more, “I love her, I think she’s my favorite thing ever,” He looked back at Katsuki, “Kacchan! Can we get a dog?”
“No,” Katsuki denied, gruffly. He could not put up with a dog.
Izuku pouted, mumbling under his breath as he pet the dog some more.
The man smirked down at the kneeling Izuku, “She seems to really like you,” He commented, “we’re going to the dog park if you’d like to come with us.”
Izuku gasped and jumped up, “Really?” His eyes widened and he looked back at Katsuki, “can we go?” Katsuki just knew that he wasn’t actually asking him, moreso telling him. So, Katsuki just nodded.
“I’d love to!” Izuku walked over to the side of the man. The two of them made a very easy conversation while Katsuki just trailed behind them.
They exchanged names, what they do for a living, talked about their favorite things, it was, like… first date questions. It fucking pissed Katuski off. But whenever he tried to interject into the conversation, Izuku shushed him, saying that he was trying to listen to the man or whatever.
When they got to the dog park, Izuku and the man sat down on a bench together, getting to know each other some more, as Katsuki just sat next to his husband, leaned into his side, bored and trying not to get too pissed at the conversation that happened. He has been trying to get his jealousy under control, okay?
However, the man said something that Katuski couldn’t ignore, “You should come home with me tonight,” He had said and Katsuki shot up fucking instantly, “I can show you a good time,” He had some stupid smirk on his face, “Besides, you can pet Snickerdoodle all you want in the morning.”
“Excuse me,” Katsuki shot a glare at the man, “who the fuck do you think you are?”
The man shrugged, glaring right back at Katuski, “Izuku’s obviously not being treated right so, y’know, I’ll fix that.”
“Who the fuck said you can call him Izuku? And the fuck do you know about how he’s being treated,” Katsuki got up from the bench and stepped into the man’s space, who was already standing up.
“Kacchan, please,” Izuku placed a hand on Katsuki’s bicep but he quickly shook it off, gently.
The man just ignored Katsuki and turned straight to Izuku, “So, what do ya say?”
“As much as I think you are a great person and I absolutely adore your dog,” Izuku said as he got up, “there’s no way I’d even consider going home with you. I’m in a very happy relationship,” He crossed his arms and glared at the man before looking at his husband, softly, “C’mon Kacchan, let’s calm you down.”
Katsuki’s breathing was tense but Izuku dragged him away and the further they got from the dog park, the more rationally Katsuki could think.
Needless to say, he wasn’t all that rational in his thought process seeing as he caved into Izuku’s begging for a dog. A mere week after the whole dog park debacle, they went to a shelter and adopted a dog who Katsuki absolutely adored, not that he’d ever tell anybody that. It’d give Izuku too much satisfaction.
***
4
Katsuki came home to his husband, as per usual. Though, something was different. He was laying on Todoroki Shouto’s, of all people’s, lap, not as per usual.
He knew that they’ve always been very tactile with one another and that it was completely platonic, at that. He also knew that Todoroki was in a perfectly happy relationship himself. Still, Katsuki hated seeing his husband cuddling up next to another man.
Todoroki knew exactly what he was doing because of fucking course he did. He looked up towards the door and smirked, just barely because that fucker never shows any fucking emotion, Katuski isn’t sure how Hanta puts up with it.
“Hello Katsuki,” Todoroki whispered.
“Get the fuck off of him, half n half,” Katsuki matched his voice volume. Todoroki had earned that nickname back in high school when he split-dyed his hair red and white to piss off his father. Katsuki toed his shoes off and walked towards the couch, glaring down at the man.
“Aw, but that’d wake him up blasty.”
“When the hell did you start to call me that?” Katsuki scoffed, “That’s Mina’s thing.”
“Oh, so you do know your friends’ names,” Todoroki teased, “who would have thought?”
“Y’know what, asshole? I think you’ve been hanging around Mina too much, her sarcasm is rubbing off on you.”
Todoroki shrugged, “I’m married to Hanta…” He stared at Katsuki blankly, “Don’t you think that’s where I got it from?”
“I don’t fucking know,” Katsuki scoffed, frustrated that he actually made a point (yes, Katsuki lowkey forgot who he was married to for a second), “Just get off of my husband.”
“I’m not on him,” Todoroki argued.
Katsuki rolled his eyes, “Well, get out from under him.”
“If you say so,” Todoroki started to move but Izuku stirred and cuddled closer to Todoroki, burying his face in the man’s stomach, who looked up at Katsuki, holding his hands up and then looking back down to Izuku, “I think Izuku has spoken for himself.”
“He didn’t say shit,” Katsuki grumbled, crossing his arms, “but don't move. Work has been hard on him this week, he needs the rest,” he admitted, mostly to himself, and sat on the other side of the couch, moving Izuku’s legs up, gently as to not wake him, so that Katsuki can rest them on his own lap. He rubbed them soothingly.
Sometimes he hates how trusting his husband is because it makes Katsuki think that he forgets that other people can get jealous sometimes. Just because Izuku rarely gets jealous doesn’t mean that other people can’t and Katsuki is pretty sure that Izuku forgets that fact half of the time.
“Can we change this shit?” Katsuki asked, pointing briefly to the television.
“No,” Todoroki stated plainly, waving around the remote in his hand, “tv is mine.”
“I paid for it. I bought the damn thing,” Katsuki scoffed at Todoroki, “I pay for cable. I pay for the electricity.”
“So?”
“So I fucking-”
“Katsuki,” Izuku woke up and rubbed his eyes. Immediately, Katsuki felt like he should be going, seeing as Izuku hates being woken up, “what are you doing?”
“Sorry, my love, go back to sleep,” Katsuki gulped, rubbing up at Izuku’s thighs.
Izuku glared at him for a moment, as if debating whether or not it was worth it to murder his husband. Ultimately, he decided no, thankfully. “Fine, I will but be quiet.”
“And get off half ‘n’ half, for fucks sake,” Katsuki mumbled.
“What was that?” Izuku looked up at Katsuki and Katsuki knew damn well that Izuku heard him perfectly fine.
Katsuki just sighed. Yep, he made a mistake.
“You woke me up and then you’re demanding me to get off of my best friend?” Izuku glared at his husband, “Really?”
Katsuki rolled his eyes and turned his face away from his husband, “Sorry,” He grumbled, “go back to sleep, my love.” He leaned forward to place a kiss on Izuku’s calf.
“Yeah, okay,” Izuku nodded and snuggled back into Todoroki, who just smirked as if he won a prize at some kind of carnival, “I love you, Kacchan.”
“I love you too, Deku,” Katsuki mumbled, and, at that moment, he realized he didn’t have to be jealous of the half and half bastard because Izuku was, and always will be, his. Nobody else’s. Not Todoroki’s, not anybody’s. Just his.
***
5
Yeah, that was a complete and utter lie. Jealousy was still a very prevalent thing in Katsuki’s life.
This time, Katsuki was working with Izuku on a case. They attained one of the suspects and put them in the room for interrogation and decided to play their usual “good cop/bad cop” routine.
Except, Katsuki was the “good” cop and Izuku the “bad” cop.
“Y’know, you are going to hate my partner,” Katsuki said to the suspect, smirking.
“You’re already rough around the edges, Buttercup,” She scoffed at him, “I’m not sure it can get worse than you.”
Katsuki shrugged, “Don’t jinx yourself, now. I tried getting you through this the easy way…” He sighed, “Oh well, Midoriya come on in.”
Izuku came walking into the room and the suspect immediately whistled, “Oh, look at you, you cute little thing.”
Izuku walked to the seat in front of the suspect and sat down in it, sitting sideways and looking at Katsuki, who was leaning against the wall, “So, we’re still on for the bar tomorrow night, right?”
Katsuki hated the way Izuku interrogated people because it always relied on this weird shit. He knew 100% that they were not going to a bar the next night. They were both working the night shift the next night, “Yeah, ‘course,” Katuski said, just deciding it was best to go with whatever Izuku was planning.
“Hey!” The suspect banged on the desk as best she could with handcuffs on, “pretty thing, what’s your name?” She licked her lips, “I’d love to take you out for dinner once you realize bringing me here was a mistake.” Katsuki really wanted to jump across the table and knock some sense into her because she should just learn to shut the fuck up.
Alas, he didn’t. He held himself back. Letting the jealousy consume him as always.
“Shut up,” Izuku snapped at the woman, holding up his left pointer finger as to shush her, “I am clearly trying to have a conversation, you are being very disrespectful,” He shook his head before turning back to Katuski, “Anyway, you should invite Kirishima, he loves the bar that we’re going to.”
“I’ll think about it,” Katsuki shrugged.
Izuku nodded, “Alright, that sounds good. I’ll see you tonight too, right?”
“Yeah,” Of course. Obviously. They live together. Duh. Obviously the suspect didn’t know that, but still.
Finally, Izuku turned to the suspect, bringing his full attention to her. She was older, early 50s, she was starting to grey but also still had a lot of black in her hair, so Katsuki knew her natural hair color was black, her eyes were a soft hazel, and wrinkles were starting to show up more. It surprised Katsuki because his mom was definitely older than this woman and his mom’s skin was absolutely perfect.
“So… Kitamura, was it?”
“Y-”
But before she could finish speaking, Izuku spoke, “Actually, I don’t care. I don’t actually need to know your name,” He bit the inside of his cheek annoyed, leaning his elbows onto the table and leaning forward. He clicked his tongue a bit, “Here’s what we’re going to do; You’re going to confess to what you did, and I’m not gonna have you thrown in prison for the rest of your life. If you confess now, we’ll be able to toss you a deal, otherwise, we’ll get enough evidence to incriminate you anyways. We’re already practically there so a confession would make this entire thing all that much easier.”
“You’re hot when you’re giving me commands,” The woman commented.
And, yes, Katsuki absolutely agreed but that doesn’t give her a right to say shit about it. Who the fuck does she think she is? He’s about ready to turn bad cop and go the fuck off on her.
Izuku shot up and slammed his hands on the table (okay, Izuku beat him to the whole going the fuck off thing), “Listen the fuck up, now is not the time to joke,” Izuku stared her dead in the eye, “if you want to play this game, go right ahead, damnit, but I promise you, you’re going to see the inside of a prison cell for the rest of your life.” He turned around to walk out of the room.
“Your ass looks nice like that,” She calls.
Izuku smirked, “Yeah? Tell that to my husband,” He jabbed his thumb over to Katsuki who was now standing in the corner of the room, crossing his arms, and sending the nastiest glare at the woman. He knew he shouldn’t be jealous because there’s no way in hell that Izuku would even think about considering getting with her but still. Not it. Jealousy comes in weird ways, okay?
“Oh shit,” She muttered under her breath, “please don’t leave,” She said, panicking at Izuku.
Izuku shrugged, “I’ve got better things to do than sit here with a criminal who doesn’t even want to own up to-”
“Okay, fine!” She leaned toward him eagerly, “I will confess to everything just, please, don’t leave me with him alone.”
Izuku walked back into the room, sliding her a pen and paper, “Kacchan, it’s okay.” He said to his husband, which immediately calmed all of Katsuki’s tensed-up muscles. “Alright, just write everything down on that piece of paper and sign it.”
***
+1
Izuku finally convinced his husband, after too much cool weather, that it was hot enough to go to the beach.
Finally, finally, finally.
Izuku had been wanting to go to the beach for months but Katsuki kept turning him down because it was “too cold”. Izuku didn’t think there was such a thing.
Either way, he had been convinced and they were on their way. Izuku was very excited to spend the time at the beach. They’d also decided to bring their dog, Dynamite.
Dynamite was running around the beach as Izuku and Katsuki were sitting on some towels, shirtless, just talking. They took their rings off at home since they didn’t want to lose them in the sand or the water.
Then, Katsuki had seen a game of beach volleyball going on and decided that he was going to join in on that. They seemed to be down a player, anyway, and were just making do. Besides, it was right in front of them, so Izuku could watch him play.
“Let me put some sunscreen on you before you go into the sun,” Izuku said, reaching for his bag and pulling out some sunscreen.
“No,” Katsuki groaned, “I don’t need any, I’ll be fine.”
Izuku snorted, squirting some of the sunscreen onto his hand and rubbing it over Katuski’s body anyway, “The last time you said that, you ended up red for 2 weeks because you also refused to put aloe vera on.”
“I was fine,” Katuski claimed, “and it was only 12 days.”
“Must I pull up the pictures from last summer?” Izuku threatened, “You winced in pain whenever I touched you, you were bright red.”
“Fine, just hurry up,” Katuski scoffed, “I wanna go beat those fuckers,” He nodded towards the group of people playing volleyball.
“Yeah, okay, chill out, I’m almost done.”
Once Izuku finished lathering him up, Katsuki shot up and ran towards the group. Izuku saw as waved and introduced himself, at least, that’s what Izuku figured he did. He couldn’t actually hear him at all.
One of the girls on the team with one less player nodded and Izuku saw Katsuki get that look on his face he gets when he’s proud of himself for something.
The game went well for a while. Izuku was just building a sandcastle while Dynamite was digging a hole, both watching Katsuki as he played.
Katuski was really good at volleyball for some reason. A fact that Izuku didn’t know until one day a few years ago when they were at the beach and Katsuki suggested they play. Fun fact, though, Izuku is still better at him. :D
Izuku was just peacefully building his sandcastle when he notices the game stop for a brief moment when Katsuki fell face-first into the sand. Izuku just laughed, knowing he’d be fine. He’d gone through worse and it was sand so Izuku didn’t feel the need to go over there and check on him. If Katsuki felt too hurt to play then he’d come back over here.
A girl helped Katsuki up, assumingly asking how he was.
Katsuki shrugged and brushed the sand off of him.
Then, the girl started to help him brush it off of him. And Katsuki didn’t do anything. Katsuki always does shit when someone other than Izuku touches him. And here this girl was, touching Katsuki’s bare skin. She was laughing and she had been talking to him practically the entire time and if Izuku knew anything, he’d say she was flirting.
Now, Izuku isn’t one for jealousy because he knows that he gets Katsuki’s everything and that man couldn’t be unloyal to Izuku if he tried. But still, watching this scene with no context made Izuku’s blood boil.
He pushed himself up off of the towels, walking towards where the group was playing volleyball. He knocked down his sandcastle as he was walking in a rage, not caring where he went. Dynamite followed right behind him.
Once he approached the group, one of the guys walked up to him and said, “Aw, sorry man, there’s no room for more players. That guy,” He nodded towards Katsuki, “just took the last availa-”
He stopped quickly once he realized the anger on Izuku’s face as Izuku glared at him for speaking to him. He marched over to Katsuki, stepping in between the girl and him, he wrapped his arms around his neck, pulled him down, and kissed his lips. Because damn him if you think he’s just gonna sit down while his husband is being flirted with.
Katsuki wrapped his arms around the back of Izuku casually and leaned into the kiss, “Mm,” He pulled away, “What was that for?” He whispered.
“She was flirting with you,” Izuku looked up at the woman who was helping brush sand off of Katsuki, “I didn’t like it.”
“Oh,” Katsuki laughed, “so you can get jealous, My Love?”
“Um, Bakugou?” One of the guys from Katuski’s side of the court said, “who is this…?”
Katsuki looked up at his new friends, “Oh, sorry, this is my husband, Bakugou-Midoriya Izuku.” He introduced the man that he was still hugging, “and, Izu, hon, this is my new friend, Jirou Kyouka,” He pointed towards the girl who had been flirting with Katsuki, “and her wife, Yaoyorozu Momo,” He pointed to the woman who was the scorekeeper.
“Oh,” Izuku mumbled, letting his arms fall to his side, releasing Katuski, “She wasn’t flirting with you…”
“No,” Katsuki shook his head, “she wasn’t flirting with me, you idiot.”
“Oh.”
Everybody who had been playing just laughed wholeheartedly, “Well, uh, it was nice to meet you Bakugou-Midoriya.” Jirou said.
“J-just Izuku is fine,” Izuku cleared his throat, “sorry for making assumptions… You were just, like… All over him and I guess I got-”
“Jealous,” Katuski smirked, finishing his sentence for him, “finally, it’s not me for once. I was beginning to think you couldn’t get jealous, Deku.”
The group laughed and Izuku just rolled his eyes, his face flushing in embarrassment.
Luckily, nothing was what he thought and he went and sat next to Yaoyorozu and helped her keep score for the rest of the game, reminding himself not to get jealous again.
Jealousy really is the worst.