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“This is fucking romantic.”
Ochako rolled her eyes as he pulled out another storage bin from the closet. “Isn’t it?” she cooed teasingly, kissing his nose as he placed the container at her feet. “Tell me we didn’t need to clean out this closet.”
“We didn’t need to clean out this fucking closet,” Katsuki retorted without hesitation.
She cackled, pulling off the lid.
“Can you honestly remember the last time we had the house to ourselves?”
“Last Tuesday.”
Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “You know what the hell I mean.”
They had little moments now and then.
An hour or two in the afternoon before the kids go home or before one of them left for work. Last Tuesday, they had thirty minutes in the house by themselves before Ochako left for an evening shift, and Katsuki took the boys to karate. Occasionally, Kyo and Hiro would spend the night or weekend with their grandparents or friends, but it was rare that Katsuki and Ochako were both off work for more than a day.
“We’ve got the whole damn week to ourselves.” Somehow, some way, the two of them managed an entire week off.
Together.
And on top of that, Katsuki’s parents agreed to take both kids during this.
Ochako sighed, shoulders sagging as she picked up one of Kyo’s toddler outfits. “Which is why we need to seize this opportunity.” Their house was clean overall. It wasn’t perfect and polished, but it was tidy. It was clear to anyone who walked in that a family lived and loved here.
“You wanna clean on Valentine’s Day?” he questioned, raising a suggestive eyebrow. “Really, angel face?” His eyes went up and down her figure with blatant sexual desire.
She snorted, “You got something planned?” Challenge sparkled in her eyes as she tipped her chin toward him, as her lips twitched.
“You’re supposed to give me chocolate.”
“That’s right.” Ochako leaned in with a sweet smile. “And the sooner we get this done, the sooner I can run to the store and get you a candy bar,” she grinned as she dug through the bin. “But, you know, Izuku takes Shouto out on a date for Valentine’s Day. Every year.”
“And?” he chuckled, lifting another bin.
“So,” she drawled, pulling out one of Kyo’s newborn onesies, “take me out.” Ochako was only half serious in her request for an outing. They didn’t need to declutter right now, but it wouldn’t hurt.
The task was impossible with their two kids running around.
Kyo would want to know about every little thing they pulled out. Ochako would tease that it was because he was like his Uncle Izuku. He’d want to hear stories about the objects he didn’t recognize. He also hated getting rid of anything, insisting that he could find some sort of use for it.
Hiro simply didn’t want to get rid of anything because it was his property. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t played with it or seen it for years. Hiro, being his father’s son, would loudly say “It’s my goddamn stuff” and that he should be the one who decides when it goes.
“Tch.” He moved to on bin filled with old exercise equipment. “You gotta put this crap away first.”
Her fingers tenderly rubbed at the soft fabric. “I can’t believe he was this little.” She held up the onesie toward him. “You remember this?”
Katsuki turned toward her and gently took the onesie from her hand. “Yeah,” he whispered. It was hard to believe that the boy who’d made him a father would probably be taller than his mother soon. “All that baby clothes?”
“Yeah,” Ochako nodded with a laugh. “Oh, I found like fifteen pairs of brand new infant socks in the closet by the door the other day when I was looking for the shopping totes.”
“Cause the brat wouldn’t keep his damn socks on,” Katsuki chuckled, digging through the box of Kyo’s old baby clothes. “Every time we took the damn kid for a walk, he would come back missing a sock.”
“Kyo?”
“Hiro.”
“That’s right,” Ochako laughed. “I think I brought those socks and then forgot.”
“There’s probably more in one of these bins,” Katsuki snorted as he pulled out the All Might onesie his father had made Kyo. It looked just like the one he’d had when he was a toddler. They didn’t make them anymore, and even then, Katsuki was sure they wouldn’t be able to find one in infant size. His father had whipped one up as a surprise. “I think I would buy a couple of pairs every week.” Every time he passed by the picture of himself as a toddler in his beloved onesie, Katsuki couldn’t help but smile at the little picture of his son in a matching one tucked in the corner of the black frame.
“Well,” she sighed, “at least someone will use these.”
Huh? “What?”
“I figured we should donate all the baby stuff.”
His eyes widened, stomach sinking as he watched her place their son’s baby clothes into a bag, piece by piece.
“I mean, this stuff has been sitting in here for years-”
The stupid little denim jacket that Best Jeanist had gotten Kyo. Katsuki would sooner chew glass than admit how cute he thought the garment was. His boss had also gotten one for Hiro.
“-and it’s not doing anyone any good sitting in our closet. It’ll be nice to have some free storage space,” she sighed, pausing as she checked out the little snow suit they’d put Hiro in when they’d gone on their first vacation as a family of four. “Plus, we don’t need this stuff any-”
“We don’t?”
Ochako froze, fingers clutching the dark green overalls with hero patches covering the knees to mend the thinning fabric. They’d originally gotten the overalls for Kyo, but Hiro had worn holes in the knees from crawling. “We don’t have babies anymore.”
Katsuki huffed, picking up one of the baby blankets.
Oh. “You want another baby?”
He tossed the blanket back into the bin. “I don’t fucking know.” His nails combed through his hair as he huffed loudly.
After two kids and years of marriage, Ochako knew that ‘I don’t fucking know’ was Katsuki for ‘I know what I’m trying to say, but I’m looking for the words to express myself’.
“You don’t want another brat?” He needed to know how she felt before he opened himself up to the possibility of her saying no.
“I honestly haven’t thought about it.” Their lives were so busy that she didn’t really allow herself to think much beyond the present. “I never-” Ochako shrugged. “I never thought you would want a house full of kids,” she smiled, fiddling with the knitted sweat Shouto had made for Kyo when he was five months. “I figured we’d have one or two.” She never doubted their family would grow beyond them.
“I don’t want a gaggle of brats,” he corrected as Ochako snickered. “Maybe one or two more.”
“Two more?!”
“Next could be twins,” he smirked.
“Not even funny.”
“You never know.” Katsuki hated admitting that he didn’t mind the idea. “Shit, maybe I do want a gaggle brats.”
She shook her head, dropping the sweater as she made her way toward him. “Seriously,” she started, wrapping her arms around his neck as she looked into his eyes, “you want another baby?”
“Yeah.” He’d been thinking about it since he’d held Shouto and Izuku’s daughter against his chest. “I don’t think it feels like our family is full yet, you know.”
Ochako hummed.
Katsuki observed her carefully.
She worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought. “I see what you mean,” she agreed, looking over at the bin of baby clothes. “I’ll be starting at UA soon, so my schedule will be more consistent.”
“I can cut my hours back a bit.”
“No.”
“Yeah.”
“No,” she shook her head. The pads of her fingers drummed against the ball of his shoulder. “You’re in the top ten.”
“All Might was number one and didn’t patrol every day,” he snorted. “And anyway, if I get promoted, I’ll only be out on high-profile shit, and outside of that, it’s publicity and paper pushing.”
“You were talking about starting an agency, though.”
“Tch.” Katsuki didn’t realize how much work went into starting and running an agency. Best Jeanist wasn’t chained to his desk because he had such strong heroes under him to carry the load. “I don’t think it’s the right move right now.”
“You’ve wanted to run an agency since you were Hiro’s age,” she reminded him. “Before that!”
The concept sounded better when he was a child. “I wanna be number one more.” He realized that he couldn’t rise through the ranks if he was stuck at a desk. More often than not, running an agency didn’t help with heroes' rank. It would take a while for a fresh agency to build a strong staff. Starting out, he’d have to take a lot of rookies. If he were lucky, Katsuki could recruit a couple of veterans, but even then, the responsibilities of running an agency would cut into his quest for the top.
An agency was a retirement plan.
“Maybe once the kids leave,” he smirked, drawing his arms around her waist and pulling them chest to chest. Katsuki pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her neck before nipping her pulse and drawing a shrilled giggle from her lips.
“Hey, hey, hey,” she squealed, squirming to put some distance between the two of them, “are we-” Her head tilted as she stared up at him. “You really want another baby?”
His fingers skimmed at the skin beneath the waistband of her yoga pants. “Yes. Maybe more.” Katsuki kissed her lips.
“Let’s start with one more,” she giggled, rising to her toes as she nuzzled against his chest's naked skin. Ochako reveled in the groan vibrating in his chest. “After we finish cleaning out this closet.” She pulled away from him, hips teasingly swaying as she returned to the box of baby clothes.
“I thought we were keeping the baby stuff,” he murmured. Katsuki slunk behind her and fluttered kisses up the side of her neck. His palms rubbed the curve of her hips as he pressed her back firmly against his chest.
“So that was your plan,” she cackled, turning around with a cheeky wink, “suggest another baby to get out of decluttering?” She was joking.
Katsuki pulled off his shirt, tossing it behind him. “You got me.” He picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder.
“Katsuki!” she shrieked with a squeal. “What are you doing?
He patted her backside. “What the hell do you think?” Katsuki made his way toward the stairs, heading up to their bedroom. “I’m getting you pregnant.”
She laughed loudly, kicking her legs playfully. “Now?”
No time like the present. “Right now.”