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"Look at me!" Izuku screamed, his hands trembling as he stood in the genken of what was his safe haven for 4 wonderful years.
"Oh come off it-"
"KACCHAN LOOK AT ME!"
Red eyes dragged from the coffee table, the recent rag magazines strewn across the table.
"WHAT?"
"Do you love me?" Izuku felt his voice die with the questions inflection. Four words tumbled out of his mouth like apples falling from a car.
"That's a stupid thing to start fucking yelling at me for." Cold. Ice bled through Kacchan's words. He seemed so indifferent, so detached from the clear distress Izuku found himself in.
"So is that a no?"
Kacchan watched, razor sharp eyes focused on Izuku as he moved to put in his shoes and jacket.
"Go figure." The moss-haired man fastened the last button on his jacket, blissfully blind to Kacchan. "You deserve her, Kacchan. Go have a family. I'll figure out a way to get you cut from the lease."
"So you're just gonna run away like a fuckin' coward?" His voice was closer now.
"Excuse me?" Izuku looked up from his button to find Kacchan standing before him, all the glory of a hero, wide chest, strong shoulders and fierce arms. The chieseled face that he was fairly certain until today he got to see break into a fragile form when their skin touched under warm sheets.
"You never fucking ask questions before you leap do you?"
"What's there to ask? You don't love me."
"Never said that."
"Well you've never said it before," Izuku felt his chest constrict and his heart chip.
"Did you read the article?"
"Seeing you with someone like that... I didn't have the stomach."
Kacchan's fingers plucked at Izuku's jacket, the shorter man flinching away but allowing the slender fingers to do as they will.
It was always like this. When words didn't form on their tongues correctly, they'd seek contact. Something grounding. And as far as Izuku could tell Kacchan was hiding something worth needing that confirmation.
"Well if you're dumbass woulda read the article instead of the headline, you'd know Veronica is a high profile event planner."
"And what would you need to be having lunch with her for?"
Crimson eyes lifted to gaze into evergreens. Izuku noted the small golden flakes that danced in Kacchans eyes when he was nervous. They showed up a lot more recently.
"4 Years and you still don't think I love you."
"Don't deflect."
"I paid for that woman's food so that I could talk to her about a proposal."
Izuku's heart hammered against his chest. His questions kept being deflected and he wanted to leave the suffocating walls and run to Todoroki and Kirishima's small apartment.
" What kind of proposal, asshole. "
" Yours."
Izuku could hear his heartbeat in his ears.
He heard that wrong. He must have.
"Again."
"I wanted her to plan the overly expensive, extravagant, nightmare proposal Auntie and the old hag concocted over mimosas."
"Wh-"
Kacchan brought both hands to mess with Izuku's buttons. "See, they thought - like the nosey women they are - that 4 Years and a lifetime was long overdue for a proposal. Go fuckin figure they already planned the fucking wedding and everything without asking us a single god damn thing."
"Wait...are you-"
"Take off this stupid jacket, put your fucking slippers back on, and fucking help me pick out table cloths because I'm not gonna get down on one knee with purple fucking tables around me."
Izuku was frozen. His mind reeling in several directions; Kacchan just said he was planning a proposal, his mother and Auntie were planning a wedding, and Izuku had almost walked out because of a tabloid.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Nope, I hate this jacket, OFF."
"Wait, so-"
"Lemme clear this up for your nerd ass. I love you. I would rather live with you having my last name than whatever vague shit you were about to walk out on."
"YOU COULD HAVE JUST SAID THAT FROM THE BEGINNING."
"YOU COULD HAVE WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR NOT ASSUMING SHIT."
Izuku somehow ended up on their couch and nose deep in textile cut outs while Kacchan continued to repremand him. "Jesus fucking christ, with how big your head looks you'd think you'd have some fucking brains to work with."
"I will still walk out right now."
"What and miss our engagement party?"
"Of course."
"Good, cuz I don't wanna fucking have one anyway."
Kacchan kissed him, soft, slow, and against a barrage of closed fist to his shoulders and back. Go figure they couldn't even get engaged without a fight and misunderstanding.