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Izuku's standing in the kitchen, humming softly as he dices some tomatoes. He occasionally pops one in his mouth, as he looks over to stir the pot of curry simmering on the stove. Living with Katsuki has its perks, mostly him building a tolerance to spice, though not as high as Katsuki's.
(It took him months to recover last time he tried the curry Katsuki made.)
He pops another tomato in his mouth and hears the front door open. Katsuki calls from the entrance.
" 'M home." he says as he shuffles into the kitchen, his feet padding softly against the wooden floor.
"Hi Kacchan. How was patrol?" Izuku asks.
"Meh, it was fine, though a few teens tried to rob a bank. Fuckin' idiots," Katsuki grumbles as he comes behind izuku and wraps his arms around Izuku's torso, head resting on his shoulder.
Izuku hums. "Hmm, so it went well?"
"Yeah," Katsuki says as he presses a light kiss where his head is resting. He looks over Izuku's shoulder and to the curry pot.
"You're making curry?" He asks as he moves a hand to stir the pot. Taking a spoon, he scoops some up and tastes it.
"S'not spicy, dumbass." Katsuki tsk's.
"Yeah, that's cuz I haven't added any spices to it, Kacchan." Izuku rolls his eyes.
Katsuki's eyes narrow, and the arm around his waist tightens by a fraction.
"You sassing me nerd?"
Izuku nudges him with his cheek playfully. "Maybe," he teases back.
"Damn nerd," Katsuki sighs, his head thumping back onto Izuku's shoulder.
Izuku shifts around in Katsuki's hold till he's facing the blonde. His eyes take in Katsuki's features, from the tired eyes to the bags beneath them. The slight frown and dullness of his face.
"Did something happen, Kacchan?" izuku asks, reaching up to cup a cheek with one hand, the other reaches into his hair, blunt nails scratching at the scalp gently. Katsuki sighs again, and leans into Izuku's touch, kissing the inside of his palm. He closes his eyes, savouring the feeling of Izuku holding him, calming his nerves down. Unwinding him from the tight coil he was and still is trapped in.
It takes a minute or two, before Katsuki speaks up again. His voice is hoarse this time.
"We lost a kid today," he says slowly, as if the memory still pains him.
"She was only ten, Deku, ten," Katsuki's voice cracks at the end.
Izuku reaches forward, bringing Katsuki into a hug. "It's all right," he comforts, as much as he can. He's been in the same place once too many times. They've both come a long way, from the days when stuff like this caused screaming and shouting. Arguments and closed doors, sleeping on couches and separate rooms. Silent treatment and ignoring one another, till one or the other cracked, but too stubborn to admit how much they miss each other.
It's been a long journey full of trial and error, but it's been worth it.
Katsuki sniffles." 'M not a good hero. She looked up to me and I failed her,"
Izuku's eyes narrow. "Never, ever, say that you're a bad hero Kacchan. Never. You're the best there is, the symbol of victory for fuck's sake." He wipes a few tears running down Katsuki's cheeks.
"Fuck--she looked up to me, he had a plushie of me not anyone else, it was me. The look of excitement on her face when she saw me---I---Fuck...." he trails off.
"Kacchan," Izuku's tone is warning, but Katsuki fails to note that.
"I failed her. I--"
"Bakugo Katsuki, if you finish that sentence, then help me so," Izuku snaps.
"You of all people taught me not to lose myself in these thoughts every time something goes wrong. You taught me to love myself and that it's okay to make mistakes. Don't be a hypocrite and do exactly the opposite, Kacchan." izuku wipes a few more tears, gazing into his eyes lovingly, trying to convey all that's left unsaid between them.
All Katsuki does is lean into Izuku's touch. He takes a deep breath grounding himself and pulls back. He looks over to the bubbling pot of curry.
"Dinner...?"
Izuku gives him a look of this isn't over yet and turns to take rice out of the rice cooker. "Can you set the table for me, please?"
Katsuki grunts and moves away to grab bowls and chopsticks. In a few minutes, both of them are sitting on the table, enjoying curry and rice. It's one of those dinners where they both sit in silence and are content with each other's company. Enjoy the peace after a long and grueling day of scraping flesh off the pavement and cleaning out the mess of lowly villains. Once they both are done, Katsuki gets up and grabs the dishes, moving to the kitchen to clean up.
"Wha--Hey, no!" Izuku tries to protest, but is shut down by a single glare. He sighs and then moves to the kitchen where Katsuki's towelling the now washed dishes. Izuku moves closer, and presses a kiss to his cheek.
"I love you, you know that right?" he asks, leaning onto him.
There's no reply, but Izuku doesn't mind. Not anymore. They slowly start getting ready for bed. Following the same routine. Brush their teeth side by side and go through their skincare. (Katsuki forced this habit upon Izuku, he was (and still is, though only sometimes) shit at taking care of his face.) As Izuku gets ready to take his compression sleeves off, Katsuki sits on the edge of the bed, seemingly deep in thought. As soon as Izuku is done, Katsuki gestures him to come closer to him. Izuku raises an eyebrow in questioning, but complies. He comes closer and Katsuki's legs part naturally, giving him space to stand there.
"Kacchan...?" Izuku questions as Katsuki's hands settle on his hips. He tugs Izuku closer and leans up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. And then another. And another and another. He presses another kiss to Izuku's lips, though this time, with a bit of vigor. It's still chaste but it's slowly becoming something more deep and hungry. Izuku leans forwards till Katsuki falls flat on his back and Izuku is laying on top of him, hand in his hair, lips occupied. Katsuki flips their positions, so now it's that he's on top and Izuku is beneath him. He keeps on kissing gently and softly, like he's trying to map Izuku like he did the first time they kissed.
One hand comes to grab at Izuku's jaw, to keep him in place and the other pulls back the hoodie. He leans in and sucks a particularly hard bruise into the juncture of his neck. Izuku's breathless by now, his lips bruised and face positively flushed. Katsuki pulls back and looks down at him. He stares for a moment before he's leaning down again, this time kissing Izuku's cheek. More specifically, the scar that took away his freckles. He kisses it gently at first, peppering it, till the kisses become more desperate and needy. It's like he's trying to voice his frustrations out on the scar.
"M'sorry,"he mumbles against Izuku's scar.
"For--hah--for what?" izuku pants, breathless.
"For before," Katsuki says, kissing his cheek again, hard and with devotion. Like he's trying to worship Izuku.
"It's okay, Kacchan." Izuku smiles back at him softly.
"Y'know, you're gorgeous right?" Katsuki places another kiss on Izuku's check, this time the other one.
When Izuku doesn't say anything back, Katsuki bites his cheek gently. Izuku whines.
"Kacchaaan,"
"What, baby? 'S just the truth." He murmurs against Izuku's lips. Izuku in turn, blushes a light pink.
" 'M not pretty," Izuku pouts. "Don't say stuff you don't mean. Meanie."
"Who said that, baby? You're stunning." Katsuki punctuates each word with a kiss.
"I said that!" Izuku squirms.
"Well, you said wrong." Katsuki pulls back. This time though he doesn't lean back in. He shifts them under the duvet and cuddles Izuku. His hands wrapped around Izuku's waist and his chin propped up on Izuku's head. Izuku reaches down to fiddle with Katsuki's fingers, from where they rest on his stomach.
"I love you too," Katsuki finally breaks the silence. But by now Izuku's already asleep, snoring softly.
The next morning Izuku wakes up in a warm embrace. He's being squished into the mattress, but hey what else is new?
It takes a bit of effort, but he manages to turn himself to face Katsuki, who is still sleeping like a big cat. Yesterday's mission must've really taken a toll on him to apologize for absolutely nothing. Izuku brings up a hand to his cheek, flushing red at the way Katsuki had smothered him in kisses. As much as he loves Katsuki's rough and uncaring side, he loves his soft and gooey side just as much. Both send butterflies fluttering in his stomach, but the soft one feels more like a luxury.
He raises a hand and places it on Katsuki's cheek, watching him nuzzle into it. And then Izuku decides something. He's going to make breakfast. With a new found determination, he untangles himself from Katsuki's hold and gets out of bed, feet softly padding towards the kitchen.
He's plating the pancakes, when he hears someone come up from behind him. Katsuki hugs him, chest to back, wrapping his arms around Izuku's torso in a loose hold. His head thudding down on Izuku's shoulder.
"Mornin' baby" he says, voice still rough from sleep and oh, hello butterflies. He nuzzles his face deeper into Izuku's neck.
Izuku hums back, ignoring the butterflies because it's too early for this shit. He reaches a hand up and buries it into Katsuki's bed head. "Good morning, Kacchan."
"Your ass wasn't in bed when I woke up." Katsuki pouts, hold tightening slightly.
"Sorry, I wanted to surprise you with breakfast." Izuku sheepishly admits.
"S'fine, What did you make?" Katsuki asks, peeking over his shoulder.
"Pancakes," izuku says. "They're done, I was just waiting for you to wake up." He turns around in Katsuki's hold so now his lower back is pressing into the counter. A hand reaches up and cups Katsuki's cheek.
Katsuki, ever the observer, shifts Izuku. Lifting him up, like he weighs nothing (Mind you, Izuku is around 100 pounds of pure muscle mass.) places him up on the counter. Izuku parts his legs naturally, and Katsuki comes to stand in between them, nuzzling into Izuku's neck again.
"Someone's clingy," Izuku teases. "And how many times have I told you not to lift me up?" he chides as an afterthought.
"Oh shut up, you're into that manhandling shit or whatever it's fucking called." Katsuki retorts back and okaayyy.
Izuku pointedly looks away, bright red. Then he summons his inner sass. "Please, I know you like it as much as I do."
"What part, baby? Cuz there's a lot of things I like about you." Katsuki says his hands coming to rest on Izuku's outer thighs, no doubedtly moving closer to his inner thigh and yup, it's too early for this really.
"Kacchan, no," Izuku's tone is warning but he makes no move to shift himself from his position. "I made breakfast and it's getting cold. We don't have time."
"Oh? So you're saying if there was no breakfast you'd humor me? S'that right baby?" Katsuki grins up at him and hah, got him.
Izuku looks like he wants to punch him. Or kiss him. Maybe he's going to do both.
"Stop putting words in my mouth, asshole."
"Ohh, swearing now are we, Deku?"
Izuku groans and brings his hands up to his face. "I hate you. Stop doing thaattt." he whines.
Katsuki plays innocent, cocking his head to the side, bit like a golden retriever would, though he's far from one. He's the devil that's what he is, getting Izuku all riled up. "Doing what?"
Izuku glares at him for a moment, from behind his hands. Then he pushes Katsuki away and points to the breakfast. "Eat."
"Yes sir." Katsuki mimics a salute. Izuku can't help but giggle at that.
They both shift to sit on the table, bringing their plates with them. They eat in relative silence, till Izuku speaks up.
"Are you feeling okay now?" he asks, still unsure of the subject.
Katsuki places his fork down on his plate and leans back. "Yeah... I'm doing better," he trails off at the end.
Izuku sends him a soft smile. "Well, anyone else's hero or not, you're still my hero."
Katsuki groans. "Ugh, you and your cheesy bullshit."
Izuku just smiles cheekily, and picks up their plates to take them to the kitchen to wash them. He's drying the plates when Katsuki comes in.
"Hey, do you have to go to the agency?" he asks, leaning against the counter.
"Hmm, no. I'm working from home today," Izuku says as he places the last plate into the rack and turns to face Katsuki.
"Did you want to do something?" he asks, tilting his head to the side.
Katsuki looks like he's having an internal war, which knowing him, he probably is. Ahh the joys of being married to a man with emotional constipation.
"Aww, is the big bad wolf lost for words?" Izuku teases him. Katsuki rolls his eyes.
"If I'm the 'big bad wolf' then you're the itty bitty little piggy," he says, his voice becoming high-pitched at the end. He moves closer, caging Izuku in.
"And this big bad wolf is hungry." Katsuki smirks.
Izuku sends him an unimpressed look. "You just had breakfast." he says, smacking Katsuki's arm.
"Maybe I'm the other kind of hungry." Katsuki shrugs leaning in closer, eyes trailing Izuku's lips.
“Hmm?” Izuku hums, also leaning in, though he's a bit breathless.“And here I thought you finally learned some self-control.”
"Oh, you cocky bastard." Katsuki murmurs against his lips.
"I thought you liked cocky?" Izuku finally presses his lips against Katsuki's in a slow and languid kiss.
It starts off slow and lazy, just a press, their lips moving against each others. But it seems like Katsuki's tired of lazy because he nips Izuku's bottom lip and no matter how many times he's done that, Izuku still gasps, and lets him in. Damn it.
Katsuki pushes in his tongue, and there goes Izuku's sanity. It's slowly become a battle of dominance, their tongues fighting each other. Izuku smacks Katsuki's arm and he finally pulls back.
"Now are you gonna humor me? No pancakes to distract us," Katsuki places a hand on Izuku's check.
Izuku whose bright red and panting for air glares at him. "No, you big brute."
Katsuki grins, and gently turns Izuku's cheek. He leans in and places a kiss there.
"Hm, I kind of miss the freckles here." Katsuki says as he swipes his thumb back and forth across Izuku's scar. And dang it, how is he supposed to deny Katsuki, when he looks at Izuku like that.
"Don't... do that..." Izuku trails off at the end, turning his face to the other side. Katsuki gently brings it back by placing his thumb and forefinger on Izuku's chin.
"Do what baby?" he asks.
"All this mushy stuff," Izuku groans. "It feels weird."
Katsuki frowns. "What do you mean 'weird?'"
"M'not that pretty, you keep calling me all these things..."
"Oh for fuck's sake, really?" Katsuki asks Izuku, exasperated.
“You’re such a fucking idiot.”
Katsuki picks Izuku up and he carries him back to the bedroom. Placing him in the middle of the bed, he crawls in between his legs and places his arms on either side of Izuku's head.
"You really need to learn to appreciate yourself."
Izuku looks away. Katsuki tsks.
His hand comes up before Izuku can turn any further, fingers pressing against his jaw to hold him in place
“Oi. Don’t do that.”
Izuku’s breath hitches, eyes darting anywhere but his. The ceiling. His shoulder. Anywhere else literally.
Katsuki clicks his tongue again, quieter this time, more annoyed than angry. “I’m talking to you.”
"I know," Izuku mumbles.
"Then act like it.”
There’s a beat. Katsuki doesn’t move away. If anything, he settles his weight a little more, one hand shifting from Izuku’s jaw to his cheekbone. His thumb shifts, almost absentminded, brushing just under his eye.
"Izuku, hey--baby, listen to me," Katsuki tries again, this time more softer.
"You know you're gorgeous, so why do ya keep denying it? I don't say things I don't mean or half ass shit, so stop saying you're ugly. And 'sides, with that ass and those thighs? Ugh, you could choke me any day, baby."
Izuku flushes red. "Stopppp." he whines.
It's not something new, where Izuku thinks he's unworthy of Katsuki. It always feels like a dream waking up to the man of his dreams and going to bed together. Cooking, cleaning, taking baths, bickering, arguing, it all feels like he's going to wake up one day and be the same scrawny kid back in middle school cowering from a smoking hand. He sometimes even pinches himself to really confirm he's awake.
It's not as bad as it was back when they were newly dating, and it's gotten mellowed out by the time they both got married, but there's still some lingering feeling of unworthiness still there. There's so many people Katsuki could have settled for, and he still can. It's just a single signature away from divorce.
(Though Izuku's gonna die of heartbreak, and Katsuki's mother will have his hide. Not to mention their friend groups.)
The point is, doubt is still there. It never fully went away, and after the war it's been worse because of his scars. But Katsuki never fails to remind him why he married him in the first place. Why he deals with Izuku's absolute dumbassery.
"Will you say that shit again?" Katsuki asks, nuzzling his nose into Izuku's cheek.
"No..."
"That's good baby, now what do you say to some Netflix and Chill?"
"Kacchan!"
They did in fact Netflix and Chill though. Izuku is a weak, weak man.
Izuku's grading papers, when Katsuki walks in wearing glasses, and he really should learn to keep his eyes to himself.
"Ugh, paper work. This shit is the real villain of society and I'm ready to die on that hill." he groans, settling next to Izuku on the couch.
"Don't die yet, you've already been killed once and that was enough to give me nightmares for the rest of my life."
Katsuki's about to reply back when his phone rings. He grabs it off the coffee table, looks at the caller ID and then places it down again. Izuku looks at him confused.
"Don't. It’s fucking Eiji."
"Well that's more the reason to pick up!" Izuku says cheerfully and grabs the phone before Katsuki can swipe it off the table again. He picks up the call.
"Hi, Kirishima."
"Yo Midoriya!" Kirishima's cheerful voice filters through and Katsuki groans.
"How are you?"
"I've been doing well!" there's some shuffling. Then: "Hey quick question, you guys down to meet at the bar downtown? Me and the others were planning to meet there and I thought I should ask you guys too!"
Before Izuku can reply, Katsuki cuts in.
"No."
"Kats? Whyyy?" Kirishima whines.
"Because I can't stand to lose any more brain cells--"
"We'll be there, don't worry," Izuku cuts Katsuki off. Then in a placating manner he pats Katsuki's head like one would do to a dog. "Kacchan's just a bit grumpy. Aren't you?"
Katsuki growls in return. "You wait, I'll fucking deal with you later."
Izuku swallows. Oops, made the hound dog mad.
"Yeah! That's great! I'll catch you guys later!" The call shuts with a click.
Izuku sighs. "You really should hang out with them more."
Katsuki clicks his tongue. "No. I already deal with them enough at work,"
"Yeah, but they love you despite your uhh explode-y nature," Izuku points out. And hey, in his defense it's a good argument.
Katsuki ignores him and turns to his paperwork. Izuku makes all but five minutes, before he's groaning and thumping his head down in his hands.
"Kacchaaan," Izuku whines. "Can't you, I dunno, go somewhere else? You're being distracting."
Katsuki blinks. "I'm being distracting? Me?" He points at himself.
"Yes! Ugh, those stupid glasses and your stupid fac--mmph" Katsuki cuts him off by leaning in for a kiss. It's hot and rough and it's deep and oh, Katsuki's pulling back.
Izuku takes a deep breath. Katsuki licks his lips.
"How's that for distracting?"
"Uh," Izuku says intelligently. His brain has shutdown. It's complete silence, and there's nothing left. Na-da. Is all goo and mush.
Katsuki rolls his eyes. He reaches over and flicks Izuku on the forehead, effectively snapping him out of his stupor.
"You know what? I think I'm ready for round two," Katsuki says, grinning slow, and ohhh Izuku is in so much trouble. If trouble came in the form of a blonde with a voice dripping with sin and muscles and Izuku is so utterly fucked.
"No, we don't have tim- Eeep! Kacchan!" Izuku squeaks as Katsuki lifts him up and carries him back into the bedroom.
Well, that's that.
Later Izuku stands waiting for Katsuki at the front door. He's scrolling idly on his phone when he hears a rough voice call out.
"All right, let's go." Katsuki says, and it's really unfair how good he looks. Yeah sure, Izuku's married to this man, but still. He can't go out looking like--like that.
"And why the fuck not?"
Aw, shit. He's been mumbling again.
"Because you look unfairly hot right now, and I know for sure all the girls are gonna be up all over you at the bar," Izuku pouts.
It’s not like they've kept their marriage a secret or tried to. They just spend so much time side by side that the public pays no mind when they see them both hanging out together. And they both don't really wear their wedding rings out, they might hinder with hero work or get lost or something. Though Katsuki chooses to wear his ring on a necklace around his neck when they're not at work. A testament to how much he values their marriage.
"Deku, I swear to fuck, we don't have time for round three, stop doing that." Katsuki nasally sighs through his nose pinching the bridge of it, and yup shutting up now.
"Yeah, but I can't help-mph!" he's cut off yet again by a kiss. When Katsuki pulls back, Izuku glares at him.
"I thought I told you to stop doing that!" he complains, all red and flustered.
"Yeah, yeah. It's real cute that you're jealous but we're getting late," Katsuki drawls.
"I wonder why," Izuku mutters in annoyance, while reaching for the door.
"Haah?"
"Nothing!"
The bar in question doesn't really give the vibes of one. It's more cosy than anything else and Izuku gets why the others love gathering up here. The other reason is probably because they've all become close with the owner and yeah, it's great to wind down every once in a while, where there's no fear of someone leaking their photos.
"Heyyy! The lovebirds are here!" Denki slurs from one of the tables, already drunk.
Katsuki clicks his tongue. "Lightweight,"
Izuku giggles as he slides into the booth next to Shoto.
"Midoriya," he greets.
"Hi Sho, how's everything?" Izuku asks.
"Everything’s going good. I haven't seen you in a while. Not doing patrols?" He cocks his head.
Izuku at least has the decency to look sheepish. "No, not with all the grading I have to do..."
"Ah, no worries."
"--Or," a teasing sing-song voice cuts in. "You both couldn't leave the house, without kissing each other every step here." Mina snickers.
"Hah," Sero grins.
Katsuki growls. "Traffic was shit, that's why we were late."
"And you expect me to believe that when you both walked in with a lovesick look on your faces?" Mina snorts. "Good try."
"Oh my god--Mina," Izuku covers his face with his hands.
"Hey, I think it's manly that they both love each other so much!" Kirishima chimes in.
Katsuki mutters. "Of course you do,"
"Hey Midoriyaaa," Denki calls out from the other table, clearly drunk. "What's the secret to a happy marriage?" He slurs.
Izuku groans in embarrassment. "Uh, I dunno, try not to get him mad?"
"Hey! You know the saying, "Happy wife, Happy life!"
Katsuki looks like he's going to murder someone. Izuku giggles, and turns to Shoto.
"What?"
"Nothing." Shoto shakes his head.
"Aye, Kats! Go get us another round of shots will ya?" Sero hollers
Katsuki mutters all sorts of colourful profanities, but makes his way over to the bar. He orders them a round, and while he's waiting, a girl slides up next to him. She's okay looking, nothing too distinctive about her features. Her hand creeps over and slides up Katsuki's bicep.
"What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?" She asks, sticking out her chest. Hah, as if that's gonna work on Katsuki. He's all for his husband's ass and no one else's.
"Not interested." Katsuki shrugs off her hold on his arm.
She pouts. "Why? I know I'm hot, so what's your deal?" Talk about stroking your own ego.
Katsuki reaches in and pulls out his chain with the wedding ring on it. He hangs it in front of her face.
"I'm married, dipshit."
"Well she don't gotta know who you're hooking up with." She smiles shyly.
Katsuki glares at her. She cowers.
"He," Katsuki leans into her space slightly.
"And even if he didn't know- I would." Katsuki leans back. "Now get lost before I make you."
Her confidence finally cracks, "Okay okay," she raises her hands "Sorry!" and just like that she disappears into the crowd.
Katsuki scoffs.
"Wow, Kacchan. Real smooth." and oh, hell no.
Izuku's leaning against the bar, arms crossed. His face is slightly flushed, freckles standing out and his eyes are twinkling with amusement.
Katsuki scowls. “How long’ve you been standing there?”
“Long enough.” Izuku hums
“Great,” Katsuki grumbles, shoving a glass into his hand.
Izuku lets out a small laugh, taking the shot but not looking away from him. “You said ‘I’m married, dipshit.’ ”
“Yeah? Problem?” Katsuki raises an eyebrow.
“No!” Izuku’s quick to shake his head, “It’s just—wow Kacchan. That’s how you talk about me, huh?”
Katsuki clicks his tongue, looking away. “Don’t start.”
“I’m just saying,” Izuku continues, stepping a little closer, voice dropping slightly, “You could’ve said something like, ‘Sorry, I’m deeply in love with my amazing, brilliant, incredibly attractive husband—’”
“Shut the hell up,” Katsuki cuts in, but there’s no bite to it. He's all bark and absolutely no bite, just an oversized teddy bear.
Izuku laughs again, softer now, and bumps their shoulders together. Katsuki doesn’t move away.
They make their way back together. Izuku passes everyone the shots.
"Ooh, what got your panties in a twist?" Mina teases.
"Nothing. Fuck off." Katsuki glares at her. She's been on the receiving end so many times that she laughs it off
Izuku on the other hand spares no mercy.
"Someone hit on Kacchan," He grins over his water.
Denki splutters. Sero laughs. Kirishima spits out his drink and mina's eyes widen, because like what the fuck?
"Someone hit on Katsuki--like the Katsuki that's sitting here right now?"
Izuku nods. Katsuki fumes.
"Oh my god, is--is she okay?"
"Fuck all of you."
They keep the drinking to a minimum, because Katsuki is driving and has patrol tomorrow, and Izuku has papers to grade (No thanks to Katsuki and his stupid glasses.), He also has classes tomorrow and he can't deal with his students idiocy with a hangover. On the way back Izuku suddenly suggests that they should pop by his mom's.
"C'mon Kacchan! Please?" he pulls out his puppy dog, big ass eyes, looks through his lashes and pouts.
"Okay, okay! I swear, you and those fucking big ass eyes, and that damn pout." Katsuki groans.
In a few minutes they're parking the car and Izuku is getting out and running up to his mother's door. He rings the bell once, and Inko opens up.
"Izuku?" she blinks.
"Hi, mom!" Izuku reaches over and gives her a hug. She kisses his cheek.
"What are you doing here honey? Isn't it late?" she asks.
"Yeah," Izuku scratches his cheek. "We were downtown and I wanted to visit you." he offers in lieu of an explanation.
"Hi auntie," Katsuki gruffly says from the genkan, taking off his shoes. Inko reaches over and kisses his cheek too.
"Hi Katsuki, I hope you don't mind, your mom is here. She came in earlier holding a bottle of vodka, complaining about how you don't call her enough," Inko chuckles. "I managed to talk her down from vodka to wine, but she's still tipsy."
Katsuki looks over her shoulder and sees Mitsuki on the couch. "Thanks for the heads up, auntie."
Inko smiles. "Your welcome sweetie, now come on inside," She ushers them in and into the living room. The moment Mitsuki catches sight of Katsuki she hollers.
"Aye, brat! You should call your mother more!"
Then she promptly frowns, "Inko, I think I'm hallucinating, Katsuki's standing in your living room." She looks at the wine glass in her hand. "I also think I've had too much wine." The glass is placed down on the coffee table.
Inko snorts. "No, I'm pretty sure my son in law is real, and alive." Katsuki walks over and plops next to her.
"C'mon old hag, you're a fucking lightweight. Can't handle a little bit of wine?" he teases and Mitsuki looks like she's about to cry.
"Fuck off! And mind your language!" she scolds back.
Katsuki snickers. "Really though Ma, you need to cut down on the wine, it's not good for your old ass liver." he clicks his tongue.
Mitsuki shoves him by the shoulder. Then she pulls him close and places her head on the very same shoulder she just pushed. She sniffles a bit.
"You must think I'm such a sob," She wetly chuckles.
Katsuki is silent for a minute. He shifts his arm, drapes it over Mitsuki's shoulder and places his cheek on her head. He closes his eyes, and Izuku suspects that he's crying. Nonetheless, the scene is very adorable, and Izuku feels like he's going to melt into a puddle of goo and feels.
Inko from beside him smiles warmly. "Aww," Then she gives Izuku a knowing look. "You know, after marriage he's mellowed out a lot. You couldn't catch the old Katsuki dead, before he snuggled up to his mother. I'm proud of you, baby." Inko leans in for a hug. Izuku hugs her back, squeezing her slightly and lifting her off her feet. Inko giggles.
"Put me down!" She swats his arm. Izuku laughs in return. Both of them unaware of the watch full eyes of twin pairs of red eyes.
They make it home in one piece. Katsuki fell asleep on the couch, snuggled up with Mitsuki. It was certainly a feat to wrestle a grumpy and annoyed Katsuki in the car, whose still grumpy now and ignoring Izuku.
"Kacchaan, I said I was sorry!" Izuku whines.
Katsuki pays no mind to Izuku and he shuffles away to the bedroom to get ready for bed. Izuku humphs, and crosses his arms in annoyance.
"Fine, don't talk to me. Asshole." he mutters going into the bedroom to grab his pillows and the spare blanket. He huffs his way over to the couch, places his pillows on there and settles for bed. The bedroom door closes behind him.
Morning comes nice and slow. It comes with warm sun pooling on Izuku's face. It comes with the chirps of birds in their garden. It also comes with a chest and the distinct smell of spice and-- wait what?
Scratch that. A warm chest?? Hold.
Izuku didn't go to bed with a warm chest, and certainly not with his stupid brute of a husband. So what was Katsuki doing here, on the couch, snuggling up with Izuku? This fucker. Who did he think he was?
Izuku makes a move to untangle himself with the unholy space heater, only for the hold on him to tighten.
"... Don't," Katsuki mutters.
Izuku fumes. "Let go of me."
"Please, it's too fucking early for this shit." Katsuki groans and yeah keep digging your own grave deeper, bitch.
"Oh it's too early for this?" Izuku says, absolutely furious. "Well how about this then?" Izuku pushes on Katsuki's chest, and wow gravity really works like a charm because the next second Katsuki is kissing the floor. "How's that for 'it's too early'?" Izuku humphs.
Katsuki stares at Izuku because what the fuck. A scary Izuku is one to fear. God that man can be so mean sometimes and Katsuki's falling harder and harder for his husband. For fuck's sake. He needs to get a grip on himself.
Izuku pays no mind to the waste of space at his feet, gets up and steps over him. He makes his way to the bedroom and the door shuts with a bang.
It takes Katsuki a minute to get up. But he does and he walks over to the bedroom and pushes the door open.
"Zu'--" he starts.
"No. Don't you dare 'Zu' me." Izuku glares at him.
Katsuki pauses. Then a slow grin pulls at his mouth
"You really are mad."
Izuku’s eye twitches. “I shoved you to the ground, wasn't that enough of a sign?”
Katsuki shrugs. "And?"
Izuku stares at him like he’s lost his mind. “And??”
"And,” Katsuki continues, kicking the door shut behind him, “you only get like this when you’re worked up.”
“That is not—” Izuku cuts himself off, flushing just enough to give himself away.
Katsuki lights up.
“Oh my god,” he laughs, low and delighted, “you are worked up.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
There’s a beat. A very loaded beat.
Then Izuku huffs and looks away in anger.
"Fuck you." he seethes out and pushes past Katsuki, leaving him in the room.
Well. Katsuki is royally fucked.
The rest of the morning is spent trying to convince Izuku to talk to him, but that fucker is a stubborn bastard and not for the first time Katsuki curses himself for marrying a man that meets him head on with no fear. Only fury. Ugh.
"Baby-"
Izuku gets up from the table and moves to the couch.
"Izu-"
Izuku gets up from the couch and moves back to the table.
"Deku-"
Izuku gets up from the table and moves to the bathroom, locking the door behind him, which is rude. They never lock doors when in the bathroom.
Katsuki groans. "Do I have to get you fucking flowers or some shit to get you to talk to me?"
Katsuki's phone pings. He opens it up to see a message from Izuku.
Deku: Not a bad idea. Maybe then I'll consider talking to you.
Katsuki stares incredulously at the bathroom door. Suddenly there's a knock on the front door. He goes over to open the door, sees who's standing on the other side and promptly shuts it in their face.
"You have terrible manners. I still don't know what Midoriya sees in you." comes a muffled voice from the other side. Then a key is being inserted into the lock and the door is being pushed open.
"No. Get the fuck out. We gave you that key in good faith." Katsuki seethes. There's the sound of a door opening from further in the house and then a blur of green is darting past Katsuki and into Shoto's arms.
"Sho!" Izuku says cheerfully.
Shoto blinks. "Hello."
Katsuki looks at Izuku nuzzling his face into Shoto's neck and ohhh he might just kill someone.
Shoto (bless his poor heart) picks up Katsuki's murderous intent. He looks between Izuku and Katsuki and understanding dawns upon him.
"Oh. You both are fighting again." He blinks.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious." Katsuki grits out.
"You're welcome." Shoto tilts his head.
Izuku shushes him towards the side. "Come on, it's no use being around people who don't want you there." he looks Katsuki up and down, seemingly in disgust.
Katsuki fumes. It's gonna be a long day.
The rest of the morning passes by in a blur. Izuku keeps ignoring Katsuki and Shoto keeps getting on his nerves. By the time Shoto has left it's around one in the afternoon, and Katsuki has to leave for his patrol. There's no news of Izuku trying to talk to him, so he starts to gear up to head to the agency. It takes him longer than he likes, but maybe it's because Izuku isn't there to chat with him while he does some other mundane task.
Katsuki's putting on his eyeliner, mask pushed up to his forehead that the bedroom door opens and then promptly closes again. He hears someone shuffling around the room, but makes no move to speak. In a minute he's done and capping up his eyeliner to place back in the pouch.
Katsuki looks up to see a bundle of blankets on the bed. He internally laughs. Moving closer he sits down, the bed dipping under his weight. He places a hand on top of the bundle where he assumes Izuku's ass is. Patting it a few times he moves up and pulls pack the blankets to see a poof of green hair and a sliver of skin. Katsuki leans down and places a kiss there. Mumbling against the spot he says:
"'M sorry, baby."
There's a sound of a scoff. The bundle shifts and scoots away from Katsuki's touch. He moves after the blankets and lifts up the corner only to grab Izuku's thigh. And oh man, what a thigh it is. He places a kiss over there as well.
"I'll be back soon, love you," He kisses it one more time, before getting up and moving out of the room. Once the door shuts with a quiet click, Izuku emerges from the blanket bright red and flushed.
"Jerk," he mumbles, rubbing his thigh. Why did he have to go and fall in love with Katsuki of all people?? It's sure biting him in the ass now. (literally.)
But at the same time, ohh it was so sweet of him. Izuku flushes again at the thought of the large hand on his thigh. He raises a hand and places it on his temple, at the spot where Katsuki had kissed.
Maybe it wouldn't hurt to forgive him... Right?
On the way back from his patrol, Katsuki spots a flower shop. It's a small almost unnoticeable corner shop ticket away but the scent of roses makes him stop. Didn't Izuku say that he would forgive Katsuki if he brought him flowers? Well it's worth a shot.
A few minutes later, he has a small bouquet of roses in his hands, and chocolates in his other. Izuku has a horrible sweet tooth, so Katsuki decided he would buy some chocolates as well. He swears he hears a camera shutter go off somewhere but he's too busy fussing with the flowers to notice.
It barely takes him ten minutes to arrive back home, and he's toeing off his shoes quietly, creeping into the house. Is quiet, which is odd, but not that much. Izuku becomes a totally different person when he's angry.
He moves further in, placing the things on the counter. He calls out. "Baby! I'm home,"
No response.
Okay... Now it's getting weird. Katsuki ends up searching the whole apartment, but he can't find Izuku anywhere. That is until he enters their bedroom,moving towards the bathroom. He opens the door and comes face to face with a freckled ass. And what sight that is. It looks exactly like a peach, so plush and soft and he just wants to sink his teeth into-
"Eeep! Kacchan!! Get out!" Izuku squeals, throwing a bottle at Katsuki. It hits him square in the nose. Ouch.
Katsuki rolls his eyes, rubbing his nose, he says. "It's not like I haven't seen any of it before."
Izuku's cheeks turn a very pretty pink. He looks off to the side, blushing furiously.
"I'm still mad at you," he huffs, throwing a loofah this time. Katsuki catches it with one hand and places it on the sink counter. He then strips himself of his clothes, shirt coming off first, then his pants. He grabs the loofah again and steps into the shower with Izuku.
Lathering it up with soap, Katsuki presses the loofah to the back of Izuku's shoulders and he starts rubbing circles there.
"I know." he simply says as a response. "I told you baby," Katsuki leans down and presses a gentle kiss on Izuku's shoulder. "I'm sorry."
Izuku stays quiet. Katsuki keeps the loofah moving, slowly moving it down from Izuku's shoulders to the curve of his back. There's silence between them, save for the sound of hot water running, fogging up the mirror.
For once, Katsuki stays quiet too. He keeps working over Izuku's back. Rubbing slowly, handling him with care, like he's something precious, like a rare gem.
Izuku sniffs. "I still haven't forgiven you yet,"
Katsuki sighs, knocking his head down on Izuku's shoulder. He presses another kiss there, mouthing. "I know, I shouldn't have done that."
Izuku rolls his eyes. "You tell me." he reaches over to grab a bottle of shampoo. He's squeezing some out when large hands loom over his. Katsuki grabs the bottle of shampoo from him and instead squeezes some out in his own palm.
"Let me," he murmurs, bringing his hands to Izuku's hair, gently massaging his head. He works through curls one by one, detangling them with his fingers. Izuku melts against Katsuki's chest, leaning back fully. Katsuki grabs the conditioner and applies that to Izuku's hair as well, leaving it on for a few minutes. He opens the overhead shower, and lets water run down Izuku's front.
"Hey, close your eyes, and dip your head forwards." he says gently, nudging his head forwards. Izuku grumbles but complies. Katsuki gets to washing his hair from all the shampoo and conditioner. He takes time to massage Izuku's head again, and once he's done, he prods Izuku to turn around.
"Look at me," he mutters.
Izuku hesitates before turning around fully.
His curls are damp and sticking everywhere, freckles darkened by the water, eyes still a little puffy from earlier. Katsuki swears his heart does something stupid in his chest every single time.
“I was a dick,” Katsuki admits.
Izuku blinks.
Katsuki almost laughs at the surprise on his face. Yeah, alright, maybe he doesn’t say stuff like this enough.
"I'm sorry."
Izuku looks off to the side and says "It's okay," his cheeks flush a pink. Katsuki on the other hand having none of it, he gently guides Izuku to look back at him by grabbing his chin and turning it towards him.
For a second neither of them speaks. Water drums softly against tile. Somewhere in the apartment, the refrigerator hums.
Then Izuku sighs dramatically.
“You’re really lucky I love you.”
Katsuki grins immediately. “Yeah, I know.”
“Kacchan.”
“What? It’s true.”
Izuku lets out a startled laugh, and Katsuki can't help it anymore. He cups Izuku's face with both hands and leans down to kiss him. It's a soft kiss, more of lips brushing against each other really. But Katsuki doesn't care, he moves forwards and Izuku moves back till he's flush with the bathroom wall, cold tile hitting his warm skin. He deepens the kiss, teeth nipping at Izuku's lower lip. Izuku parts easily enough, and Katsuki pushes his tongue in.
They stay like that for a few minutes, till Izuku rubs Katsuki's back, trying to pull back for air. When Katsuki doesn't listen, Izuku starts smacking his back, Katsuki groans against Izuku's lips, finally pulling back.
Izuku glares at him.
“You were trying to eat me alive.”
Katsuki huffs a laugh, leaning his forehead against Izuku’s. “Dramatic.”
“I’m serious,” Izuku complains, though he’s smiling a little now. “I couldn’t breathe.”
“You’re breathing now.”
“That’s because I fought for my life.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes, but his hands slide down from Izuku’s face to his waist, thumbs rubbing absent circles into damp skin. Izuku shivers slightly at the touch. The bathroom is still damp from their shower, the mirror slightly fogged up now. Katsuki stares at Izuku's face. His cheeks are flushed and curls are frizzed up but Katsuki can't help it. He just wants to eat Izuku alive, smother him, box him up and never let him see the light of day again-
But instead of doing all that, Katsuki leans in for another kiss, this time more lazy and slow. Their mouths just move against each other, unhurried. Izuku's hands come up to tangle themselves in damp spikes while Katsuki tightens his hold on Izuku's waist. He tips his head sideways and pushes his tongue in again, but less dominating than before, seemingly savouring Izuku. They part again and Katsuki places a gentle kiss on Izuku's forehead before moving back.
“C’mon,” he mutters. “You’re gonna freeze standing here wet.”
Izuku glances down at himself, then back up with a teasing smile. “You saying I should get dressed?”
“I’m saying stop dripping all over the floor before you bust your ass.”
“That happened one time.”
“You fell hard enough to leave a dent.”
“There was no dent!”
Katsuki grabs a towel off the rack and throws it directly at Izuku’s face.
Izuku yelps. “Rude!”
“Dry off, nerd.”
Izuku peeks out from under the towel, curls even messier now, smiling softly. Something in Katsuki's chest wiggles around.
"And hurry up, I got a surprise for ya baby," Katsuki smacks Izuku's ass, prompting a squeal out of him.
"Kacchan!"
Katsuki cackles the whole way to the bedroom.
A while later, Izuku emerges from the bathroom dressed in Katsuki's hoodie and shorts. He's ruffling his hair, when he walks out into the bedroom and sees a bouquet of roses there. He stops in his tracks, tilting his head in confusion.
“Kacchan…” Izuku starts slowly. “Why are there roses on the bed?”
Katsuki looks off to the side, rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks tinged a slight pink.
“Uh, they're an apology gift…” he mutters.
Izuku, who's too busy picking up and softly thumbing the roses, says, “Huh?”
“The roses are for you…Its an apology gift, you said that you’d forgive me if i gave you fucking flowers or some shit.” Katsuki grumbles his cheeks turning pinker and pinker.
Izuku on the other hand looks at him like he's grown a second head. He looks at the flowers and then back at Kastuki. Then he suddenly giggles, which turns into a full belly laugh, with him clutching his stomach.
“Kacchan! I meant--haha–that as a joke!” Izuku says in between laughs. He sighs, and moves towards Kastuki leaning in, only to place a chaste kiss on his cheek.
“But thank you, they're really pretty,” He says, shyly.
“I also got chocolates,” Katsuki mumbles, pointing to a box on the bed that Izuku missed. His eyes light up in excitement and he darts towards the box, swiping it off the bed. Opening it up he pops one in his mouth and moans obscenely.
“Ohh, these are so so so good!” Izuku says, around a mouth full of chocolate.
“ ‘M glad you like them,” Katsuki says.
Izuku reaches in for another chocolate before he stops mid–way. His eyes light up and he looks over at Katsuki. He pops the chocolate into his mouth, and calls out
“Hey, Kacchan…”
Katuki looks up from where he's staring at the floor and says, “Yeah–”
He’s almost instantly cut off by Izuku pushing forwards and kissing him smack on his lips. It's not chaste at all and more a clash of teeth and tongue, and a sudden sweetness fills his mouth. Katsuki grunts in surprise before deepening the kiss, abruptly tipping Izuku's head back and tangling his fingers in green curls. Izuku's arms loop around his neck and tighten there. Katsuki pushes his tongue in deeper, chasing after the sweet taste, and Izuku slightly groans.
He pulls Izuku closer, one hand coming to his waist the other tightening in his hair. Izuku sighs against Katsuki's mouth and he pulls back breathless. Katsuki grins and licks his lips. Izuku flushes red.
“You put the chocolate in your mouth on purpose, didn’t you?”
Izuku’s face somehow gets even redder.
“Maybe,” he mumbles.
Katsuki huffs out a laugh and leans in again, nudging their noses together.
“Nerd,” Katsuki says fondly.
“But I'm your nerd.” Izuku says back cheekily.
Katsuki presses a soft kiss to his cheek. “Yeah. You are.”
Izuku smiles at him sweetly, all sunshine and rainbows, and Katsuki loves the everliving shit out of him. He pauses for a minute before pressing another kiss, this time on Izuku's forehead.
“I love you,” He murmurs against the skin.
Izuku just hugs him back tightly. “I love you too.”
“Hey kacchan,”
“Hmm?”
“You’re trending again. Something about you coming out of a flowershop buying roses?”
“Fuck, I knew I heard a shutter go off.”
“Oh my god! Haha! The headlines–-L-Look at them!”
“Hey! Oi, stop fucking laughing!”
“Hey–This one says ‘Pro Hero Dynamight Seen Purchasing Flowers, Nation Enters State Of Confusion.’.”
“Give me that.”
“No, no wait! This one’s better—‘Sources Confirm Dynamight Capable Of Romance, Citizens Stunned.’.”
“I’m gonna throw your phone out the window.”
“Wait no! Kacchan listen to this one! haha!—‘Local Florist Survives Encounter With Dynamight, Describes Him As 'Oddly Polite'.”
“That's slander.”
“Witnesses Report Hero Spent Twenty Minutes Choosing Roses.”
“I did not.”
“Anonymous florist claims customer asked which flowers say 'sorry for being a dick'.”
“Okay, that one’s fake.”
“You sound awfully defensive.”
“Shut up.”
“Wait! Oh my god—theres a poll!”
“A what?”
“‘Who are the flowers for?’”
“Delete the internet.”
“Twenty-three percent think they're for your mom.”
“Reasonable.”
“Thirty percent think they're for Kirishima.”
“The fuck?”
“Seven percent think they're for All Might.”
“The fuck?”
“...And forty percent think they're for a secret lover.”
“Secret lover my ass.”
“Should I tell them?”
“Tell them what?”
“That the flowers were for me.”
“No.”
“Kacchan!”
“No.”
“You're no fun.”
“You've been laughing at me for ten minutes.”
“And I'll do it for ten more.”
“Brat.”
“Your brat.”
“Keep pushin' your luck, nerd.”