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Bakugo Katsuki, if anything, is a perfectionist. He was the perfectly trained hero. Perfect student. He doesn't accept anything less.
Perfect boyfriend, however? He doubts it. How could anyone compare to the absolute wonder that was his boyfriend? How could even begin to give Eijiro what he deserves when he was worth the world and more?
Which is why Katsuki had a plan. He and Eijiro had been together for years, and their relationship had been nothing but every dream of his come true.
He honestly couldn't believe that he had Eijiro all to love. That Eijiro was his to cherish. So, he was going to give him the perfect proposal. And he couldn't wait.
Planning Eijiro’s perfect proposal should be easy. He knows his boyfriend from inside and out, after all. He's his best fucking friend. They've known each other since they were 15. Been in love with each other since they were 16. Okay. 15 in his case. How could you not be in love with the guy with hair that's supposed to look ridiculous but made him look extremely hot? Who insisted with every fiber of his goddamn being that they were gonna be best friends? Who showed him how happy love could be in the first place? How to love someone at all?
Fuck. Maybe it wasn't gonna be easy. How could you plan a proposal for someone who has your whole heart? How could you bring that across with four simple words?
Katsuki took a breath, sitting back on the bed as he let his head meet the wall, his eyes shutting closed.
He was glad Eijiro was out on night patrol at least, so he wouldn't worry himself with why Katsuki was worried and--
“Hey, baby. You alright?”
Katsuki's eyes dart open, and he's met with the breathtaking view of his disheveled boyfriend. His long hair was flat across his face with sweat, the spikes he managed to still do fallen across his forehead. Bandages on his chin, concern on his brown. He was wearing a windbreaker over half his hero costume, a bright yellow FatGum t-shirt, his comically large duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He could still see the faint of dirt and dried blood on his face.
“Asks you.” He darts up and Eijiro holds out his hand.
“I'm okay. Just didn't want to shower at the agency.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes, “Come here, dummy.”
He holds open his arms and Eijiro smiles, “I'm like, really smelly, Tsuki.”
“Who gives a fuck? I'll just wash the sheets.”
Eijiro lets out a light laugh as he puts his duffle bag down and walks towards the bed.
“Hey, gorgeous.” He whispers, shamelessly puckering his lips for a kiss.
“Hey, angel.” Eijiro kisses him one, two, three times. “What were you so worried about when I got here, hmm?”
“You.” He decided to say. He never liked to lie to Eijiro.
“Aw, sorry. I should've texted I was coming home.”
Katsuki shook his head, “It's alright. You okay?”
Eijiro sighed, getting up to peel his jacket off, the garment falling on the floor.
He fell into his arms, resting his head on his chest.
“Tired.”
Katsuki hummed, “You need to shower before you sleep. You'll hate yourself in the morning.”
“I know,” Eijiro sighed again, “Shower with me?”
He nodded, “Got any more cuts?”
“Some near my ribs. One on my upper chest.”
“Eiji. Why didn't you stay to get healed by someone? Go to a clinic?”
“They're just cuts, angel. And I wanted to come home to see you.”
“I'd rather you stay later and get your shit healed properly.”
“I know, I'm sorry. I just--I wanted to come home. I couldn't stop thinking about you today.”
Katsuki grinned, “Whatever. Let's get up. Can you get your bandages wet or do you wanna take them off?”
“We have some right?”
“Yeah. I'll help you, alright?”
“Thank you, baby.”
Before he could walk to the bathroom, he stripped the bed of its sheets, bundling them up and putting them in the dirty laundry. He could hear the hiss of the shower as he walked back towards the bedroom, and he slowly took off his clothes.
He saw Eijiro doing the same, and he made a note to remember to wash both their hero gear before the night ended.
He took a look at Eijiro before him, and he clicked his teeth. His skin was covered in scrapes and cuts, bandages cutting across his stomach.
“Eijiro.” He whispered, coming towards him.
“It's not as bad as it looks,” Eijiro chuckled.
He shook his head, “What happened today?”
“Can we…? I feel kind of gross.” Eijiro gestured towards the shower.
“We should take your bandages off first.”
Eijiro gulped, “Okay.”
Eijiro hadn't taken off his boxers yet, so he told him to sit on the counter. He did what he was told, pulling him closer for a kiss.
“You okay, Eiji?” He asked against his chapped lips. It was like every part of him had a cut somehow. He more than likely overused his quirk tonight.
Eijiro hugged him close, wrapping his arms around his waist and letting his head thump on his shoulder.
“Hey.” He prompted.
“Don't ever leave me, Katsuki.”
“What?” He rasped.
Tears started to pour out of Eijiro’s eyes, and he looked at him with a trembling lip.
“Hey? What? Eiji-”
“Don't leave me, okay?”
He immediately pulled Eijiro into a hug the best he could, starting to run his hands down his back. His sobs came then, shaking both their frames.
“It's okay, baby. I'm here. You're okay, Eiji. I’m right here.”
Eijiro’s cries didn't let up, sounding as shattered as his broken skin.
“Shh. Baby. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, okay? I'm right here. You're with me. You're home. You're home with me. I'm right here.”
He started to kiss his head, his shoulders, any place his lips could touch.
“Calm down, Eiji. Calm down for me, okay?”
Eijiro’s breaths started to falter, and he swallowed his own panic.
“Eiji. Shh. Shh , baby.” He continued to kiss him and rub his back until his breaths calmed, Eijiro finally looking up at him with tear streaked cheeks and red eyes.
“Let's get your bandages off so we can get in the shower, yeah?”
Eijiro nodded, letting go of him so he could do just that.
He carefully peeled off his bandages, trying his best not to wince at the large one around his stomach. He kissed his nose before taking the one off his chin. Then, he carefully took off the one from near his collarbone.
Eijiro hopped off the counter as he threw away the bandages, waiting for him to wash his hands and finish.
“Sorry for-”
“No. Don't apologize, Eiji. Never for that.” He interrupted.
He gave Eijiro a kiss before leading him into the shower, the stream of it automatically calming the tears stuck in his throat.
He reached for one of the washcloths Eijiro had readied for them, lathering it up with soap and water.
Eijiro tried to grab it out of his hand, but he shook his head.
“Let me.”
Very slowly, he ran the washcloth over Eijiro’s skin, being especially careful over the more tender areas. He watched as the water washed him clean, away from the dirt and the new and dried blood from his cuts.
“Your hair too?”
Eijiro smiled, “Yeah.”
He knew Eijiro’s hair routine almost like his own. Today wasn't a special smelly shampoo day, so he grabbed the smaller bottle of shampoo and squirted a generous amount on his palm.
He got Eijiro’s hair full of suds, scratching at his scalp as Eijiro hummed appreciatively. He kissed the peek of his roots as Eijiro came back from under the shower head, smiling.
He repeated the routine over, Eijiro turning to give him a kiss as he finished.
He let himself wrap his arms around Eijiro’s waist, resting his head on his shoulder as he rocked them lightly.
“Feeling better?”
“Yeah. Thanks, baby.” Eijiro’s hand found his own, intertwining their fingers.
“Hard night?”
Eijiro took a second before saying, “Yeah. We lost some civilians.”
Katsuki felt his heart break, “Oh. ‘M sorry, Ei.”
“Yeah.”
“I know you did your best to save them.”
“I did.”
“Sometimes that's all we can do, Red.”
“I know. But it's hard to know.” Eijiro sighed, the sound jagged.
“It's okay, Eiji. You did your best. You always give your fucking all.”
Eijiro sniffed, “Thanks, baby. I needed to hear that.”
He gave Eijiro a kiss on his cheek, letting his lips linger.
“Want me to help you?” Eijiro asked as he turned in their embrace.
“I already showered. Couple hours before you got here.” He admitted.
“Oh. Sorry. You didn't have to come in here with me, then.”
“It's okay. I'll just wash myself again.”
Eijiro grinned, “Okay.”
Katsuki grinned right back, giving him a kiss before reaching for the second washcloth.
After carefully disinfecting and reapplying Eijiro’s bandages, more than what he had put on initially, they finally made their way to the living room. He told Eijiro to relax as he made the bed with fresh sheets, put their hero gear to wash, and started to get dressed.
“Hey! I have something for you, actually.” Eijiro grinned as he walked towards where he left his duffel bag, pulling out a t-shirt.
“Oh fuck no.” He groaned, looking at Eijiro holding up another one of those bright yellow FatGum agency t-shirts. It looked too big for him in the first place--probably on purpose.
“Hey! Come on, I made sure to grab one for you!”
“I'm not wearing a bright ass shirt like that.”
“You'll look so cute! Come on, please?”
Eijiro pouted, but he didn't budge.
“Please? For me? You don't wanna support your boyfriend’s agency?”
Katsuki gave Eijiro a glare as he walked towards him, reaching for the damn shirt. He could never say no to those stupidly cute puppy dog eyes.
He slipped the t-shirt over himself and his boyfriend beamed.
“Aw, crap you're so cute!”
Katsuki shoved his boyfriend away, blushing from the dumb compliment.
It was late already, and as much as he wanted to make Eijiro the big dinner he deserved, he just boiled some packets of instant noodles.
He served Eijiro a heaping bowl, his eyes lighting up like he had just given him a gourmet meal.
“Thanks, baby! I'm starving.”
“You're welcome.”
He sat across from Eijiro on their small table, grinning as he slurped up his noodles.
He took a second to eat himself, admiring the way Eijiro’s face always managed to get dirty no matter what he was eating. How he always looked fucking adorable and handsome no matter what he was doing. And, before he could reach over to wipe some food off Eijiro's face, it hit him.
He didn't need planning. He didn't need perfection. He didn't need to prove anything to Eijiro. It was as easy as--
“Eijiro?”
Eijiro stopped eating to look at him with a soft grin, “Yeah, baby?”
He swallowed the nerves in his throat, ignored the heart beating so fast in his chest it was almost painful and smiled himself.
Already he could feel tears forming in his eyes when he said, “Marry me.”
Eijiro’s eyes grew wide, tears swimming in crimson as his cheeks turned pink.
“M-marry you?”
He nodded, a laugh finding its way out.
Before he can even comprehend it, he's being picked up from where he's sitting, Eijiro slamming a kiss onto his lips.
“Marry you?” Eijiro laughed out, spinning him excitedly.
He laughed along with Eijiro, tears falling down his cheeks as he kept kissing him and kissing him.
“Is that a yes?”
“Of course it's a yes! Oh my god! It's a hell yes! I love you so much!” Eijiro shouted.
“I love you more.” He let his legs come around Eijiro’s waist, and kissed him and kissed him and kissed him.
“Fuck these noodles.” Eijiro snorted, turning and walking them towards their bedroom.
“Hey! I slaved over a fucking hot stove for those.” He chuckled.
Eijiro placed him down on the bed gently, kissing him and kissing him and kissing him.