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Katsuki can't stop grinning.
And neither can the Katsuki laughing manically at them from the TV screen.
Embarrassment rolls off Izuku in thick waves where he is pressed to his side, and no matter how hard he tries to become one with the cushions, Katsuki can see how red his face has gotten.
Katsuki grins even wider.
What a fucking treat.
"Kacchan." Izuku squeaks and his voice is just barely audible over the broadcast. "What have we done?"
Katsuki scoffs, digging his socked heel into Izuku's side so he turns to look at him.
"Relax." he says, "It's not like this was a secret."
Izuku shakes his head, green curls bouncing and checks to make sure that his and Katsuki's phones are both turned off. For the fifth time in the span of the fifteen minutes since Izuku turned them off indefinitely.
Katsuki's elation dampens just a little bit. He doesn't want Izuku actually stressing over this. Especially when there is no good reason for him to do so.
He presses his bent knee into Izuku's middle gently, a line of comfort that the other man appreciates and immediately pats him there. When their gazes meet again a beat later, Izuku cracks a smile.
Katsuki sighs in relief, nudges him again and relaxes back into his lazy sprawl.
"You don't think we overdid it a little?" Izuku asks in a small voice and Katsuki has to lean over far enough to grasp his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.
"No." Katsuki tells him, slow and deliberate, "If anything, we didn't go hard enough. Everything is awesome. Fucking finally. Our careers are great. The agency is doing great. The only hero out there who beats me in the charts is our very own Symbol of Hope, and I married the guy. I've literally won this life, Izuku, I'm not shutting up about it!"
Izuku's face practically blooms to life then, colour filling his cheeks, but it's no longer the self-conscious kind. He looks brimming over with happiness and love and all the other affectionate feelings Katsuki never thought he'd be deserving of.
Izuku squeezes his hand back before letting go.
"I'm not asking you to." Izuku huffs, and digs his fingers into the arch of Katsuki's wandering foot. He can't help but groan in appreciation when Izuku begins to massage the area. Izuku huffs again, more amused and fond this time and shakes his head. "I still can't believe you told the press that we got married when the question they asked was clearly about the new developments on the villains we've been pursuing."
"Should've been clearer with the phrasing then." Katsuki waves his hand, distracted. He's practically melting into the sofa as Izuku moves onto his other foot.
"You shoved your engagement ring into the camera afterwards!" Izuku sputters a laugh.
Katsuki opens one unimpressed eye at him.
"Need I remind you that you were the one who started it all? Popping off from the skies just to land on me and imply in all ways but words that we've tied the knot?"
Izuku hunches over a little bit and the sound he makes is something between a groan and a laugh. Katsuki's half-afraid that at this rate, his cheeks are going to be tainted red permanently.
"I don't know what got into me." Izuku admits, voice low, but he doesn't sound remoresful at all. It makes Katsuki's endearment towards him grow tenfold.
Looking back, there was no chance in hell they would've been able to keep it a secret for long. Just one look at them would've been more than enough for even strangers to figure out. Technically, they've done themselves and everyone a big favor by getting this out of the way while they're still in their honeymoon phase.
"'s okay." Katsuki says around a goofy smirk. "I like it when you get a little freaky."
"Kacchan." Izuku says and he sounds properly giddy now, though there's still embarrassment lingering in his voice. The tips of his ears are red too. Katsuki wants to kiss them. And then bite them. And then kiss them some more. "My love, there's a reason we haven't told anyone that we got married during our last mission, remember? Because our actual wedding date is set next year."
Katsuki recomposes from the melted puddle of muscle and flesh he's turned into for long enough to throw an offended glare at his partner.
"The fuck do you mean actual wedding, jackass."
"You know what I mean. Our wedding was perfect." Izuku tells him, his smile wide and eyes crinkling. Katsuki can't help but smile back. "But our friends and family are gonna kill us when they find out that we eloped."
"Don't care. We can take 'em."
"I'm serious! They are way more invested in the preparations than we are. I think they've already chosen the venue and the catering menu."
"Serves them right then. The nosy bastards." Katsuki murmurs, eyes drooping with pleasure again when Izuku's ministrations move up his calves. "'m not getting married to those goddamn extras, am I? Just you."
The pleased wobbly smile that stretches across Izuku's face is almost enough for Katsuki to contemplate announcing their relationship to international anchors as well.
Almost.
Until Izuku freezes where he's sat.
"Our families. My mum." Izuku mumbles, a look of mild horror crossing his features. "Oh God, what am I going to tell your mum."
Katsuki snorts.
"Izuku, there is nothing and I mean nothing you could say or do that would make that woman angry with you."
"Still. Maybe we should've told them at least…" Izuku hums and trails off into his characteristic mumbles that Katsuki gives up on trying to follow.
Katsuki sighs, sitting up with a grunt.
He's known Izuku their entire lives, which means that he knows exactly how his nerd's brain operates. How he'll find ways to work himself into knots and overthink every little thing. His anxiety has always lagged slightly behind his heart and true intentions.
So rationally Katsuki understands that this is nothing but Izuku's way of slowly compartmentalizing everything that's happened in way too short a period of time. This isn't him back-tracking or having second thoughts.
Won't hurt his sanity to check and confirm though.
Izuku blinks at him, slow and observant, and Katsuki swallows under the weight of that gaze. He maneuvers Izuku's arms over his lap and warms his palms with his quirk just hot enough to begin caressing the beloved valleys of scarred tissue.
It's his turn to take care of Izuku.
There was a time after the war and their graduation when Katsuki was more reserved with his intentions. Never addressing the elephant in the room directly, but always finding ways to remind the world that it was very much there and had no intentions of wandering off any time soon.
And he would've been more than content to carry on in that unwavering pace for as long as Izuku allowed, so long as Izuku was earnest with him on one crucial matter.
"Are you happy?" Katsuki asked him on their graduation day and then again a few years later when Izuku started his teaching career.
He asked it after it looked like Izuku struck a rough patch in therapy. And again when Izuku received his hero suit and seemed more lost than found once more.
Katsuki asked it to him again when they were soaring the skies of Musutafu after a patrol and gasped in surprise when the hero Deku, determined and single-minded, dragged him off into a secluded alley to kiss him senseless in response.
Neither the first, nor the last of the many surprises his childhood friend turned sweetheart would pile on him. But even Katsuki couldn'tve foreseen the nerve - the audacity - with which Midoriya Izuku would go on to take a page out of his book and throw Katsuki's line back at him.
"Kacchan," Izuku murmured only a few months after they officially started dating, ring box clutched in one hand, as he used the other to brush away the hot tears rolling down Katsuki's cheeks. "Kacchan, are you happy?"
And Katsuki isn't proud of the way he cried then, 'cause there was nothing pretty or quiet about it. He was smiling like a madman through it all too, and he's sure he ruined the moment with his unending tears and snot, but thankfully all Izuku did was coo at him in comfort.
"How can you ask me that? Shit." Katsuki sobbed, covering his eyes with his forearm when the tears wouldn't let up. "Are you serious right now? Fucking yes. Of course I am. Yes, Izuku."
He only revealed his face when Izuku sniffled in response and the waterworks were uncontrollable at that point. They calmed down for long enough for Izuku to take Katsuki's hand with his trembling fingers and to slip on the silver band.
One look at it though - at their promise of eternity - and their composure was rattled once more.
Katsuki doesn't think he's ever cried as much as he's done with Izuku. He wouldn't change it for anything.
Izuku shudders out a small breath of pleasure when the heat of Katsuki's quirk soothes away the day's tension from his limbs and slumps into his shoulder. Katsuki takes his weight easily and is all too content to bury into his husband's hair.
"'Zuku?"
"Mhmm?"
"You're not uh - regretting it, right?" Katsuki mumbles, gaze fixed firmly on Izuku's arms. "You promised you'd tell me if you weren't happy and stuff… so if you're really bothered by the media shit-fest, we can probably-"
"What!?" Izuku exclaims, twisting around so he can grasp Katsuki's wrists. Katsuki curses and jerks his hands out of the way so he doesn't accidentally burn the other.
"Crap! Be careful! Don't fucking do that all of a sudden -"
"Kacchan!" Izuku cries and after an admonishing squeeze to Katsuki's wrists, clamps his hands on the other man's cheeks instead. "Regret it? Are you crazy? I would marry Kacchan every day of my life in front of the whole world! I love you!"
Katsuki swallows the lump that's suddenly formed in his throat. Shit. Is he going to cry again? He'd better not start crying again.
"Gross. Tell me more." he rasps out, voice wet and smile wobbly and enamored. "Actually don't. Just c'mere."
Izuku allows himself to be pulled in with a giggle and when their mouths find each other, Katsuki can't keep in his sigh of bliss. No matter how many times they do this, the feelings of rightness, of belonging only seem to grow and intensify.
"Love you, 'Zuku." Katsuki murmurs against his husband's lips. "Would marry you every day too."