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They collapse together onto the bed, half of their gear still on and Katsuki visibly smoldering. Izuku groans and covers his face with a pillow. “We should take a shower,” he mumbles into it.

Katsuki groans in return, fumbling with the one stubborn boot still on his foot. “Fuck that,” he says, irritated. “Fuck all this. I’m getting in this damn bed, and I’m not moving for ten hours. And you. You’re going to lay there and sleep the entire time, and fucking rest for once or so help me Deku.” He gives Izuku the stink eye that would be more threatening if his eyeliner wasn’t smudged all around his face and debris wasn’t clinging to his hair, dusting his blonde spikes with grime.

Izuku bursts into tired giggles, and Katsuki retaliates by jabbing him hard in the side. Finally freeing his foot from his boot, Katsuki throws it at the light switch, plunging them in darkness before he pulls Izuku to him and rolling them across the futon until they’re burritoed together beneath the covers.

Still giggling, Izuku cuddles closer, glad for the cool night air to offset the human heater that is Katsuki, wrapped bodily around him.

Katsuki pinches Izuku hard on the side, his face scrunched up in a scowl. “Shut up, Deku, we are sleeping now,” he hisses, but Izuku’s exhausted laughter continues to shake their blanket burrito. Growling dangerously, Katsuki rolls on top of him and smothers Izuku with quick, harsh kisses. “You’re such a pain, be quiet, dammit!”

“Okay, okay!” Izuku shrieks, laughing around each kiss. Giving up, Katsuki goes limp, squishing Izuku beneath him and burying a smile in Izuku’s hair. Air escapes Izuku in a rush, and he squirms around until he finally settles, pinned beneath his boyfriend and wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s waist. Izuku holds him there, solid and heavy above him, smelling of smoke and sweat. Izuku wouldn’t have it any other way. His eyes close, exhausted.

“G’night, Izuku,” Katsuki mumbles into Izuku’s hair, drifting to sleep. Izuku’s heart jumps in his chest, suddenly wide awake and his face twisted in a wobbly smile.

“We should get married,” Izuku whispers.

Katsuki jerks up, the tangle of blankets catching him and sending them both falling to the side. Izuku yelps when Katsuki’s knee jabs into this spleen as they roll, off of the futon on onto the floor. Once he’s free of their blanket prison, Katsuki looms over Izuku, eyes glinting and furious. In the dim light of their room, the smudged eyeliner is a little more intimidating than before.

“Did you just fucking propose to me, asshole?” he hisses, voice dangerous and low.

“No?” Izuku squeaks. Katsuki’s face turns murderous. “I mean yes! Kind of?!”

“Well, which is it?!”

Izuku pauses, staring back into Katsuki’s glare. All the fatigue has drained away, Izuku’s heart fluttering and thumping rapidly under his ribs, and he grins, excited and petrified all at once. “Kacchan, will you marry me?” he says, voice just a little too shaky, a little too nervous for the bluntness of his words.

“Fucking shit,” Katsuki groans explosively, closing his eyes and falling to the floor beside Izuku, as if his strings were cut. “You piece of shit, I can’t believe you.”

“Kacchaaan,” Izuku whines, propping himself up on an elbow, grinning toothily down at Katsuki. “Marry me!” he cries, leaning down to kiss him. Katsuki moves his head to the side, scowling fiercely.

“And why should I?” he snaps. “That wasn’t romantic, at all!”

“Marry me, Kacchan!” Izuku says, bottom lip stuck out in an impressive pout. Katsuki dodges another kiss, but Izuku can see the smile threatening to turn up at the corner of his lips. “Marry me! Marry me! Marry meee!” he chants, peppering Katsuki’s face with kisses every time he dodges Izuku’s lips.

“Ugh! You’re so needy!” Katsuki finally snaps, fighting back a grin. “I guess I have no choice.”

“Yes!” Izuku crows, flopping onto his back, fists in the air as he excitedly wriggles in the tangle of covers “Kacchan is gonna marry me!”

“That was barely a yes, you idiot,” Katsuki grumbles, but when he rolls into Izuku’s side, one leg flopping over Izuku’s waist, he’s smiling. To Izuku, he’s more handsome than ever, his eyes crinkled at the corners and the tips of his ears flushed red. He leans over to capture Katsuki’s lips in a soft, slow kiss.

“You’re going to marry me,” he whispers again, Katsuki’s breath warm on his face.

“Yeah,” Katsuki agrees, just as softly, hiding his face and his blush against Izuku’s neck. Izuku can still feel the smile, pressed flush against his pulse. “You could have at least gotten me a ring, though,” Katsuki mumbles.

“We’ll go tomorrow,” Izuku murmurs, drawing Katsuki closer, hands splayed across his back. “We’ll get matching ones. And then we’ll call our parents, and my mom’s gonna cry, but it’s going to be so awesome. And we’ll invite everyone to the wedding, and Kacchan’s going to look so handsome, I’m so lucky—”

Katsuki’s snort and the hand clapping down over Izuku’s mouth cuts off his babbling, Katsuki’s arm squeezing Izuku around the middle. “Let’s think about that later,” he says. “Sleep now.”

“Okay, Kacchan,” Izuku says, fighting back a sudden yawn. He’s distantly aware of his own aching body, but Katsuki’s hands rub soothingly along his spine until Izuku relaxes, fully sinking into Katsuki’s arms.

“I love you,” Katsuki whispers, his lips brushing against Izuku’s skin.

Izuku smiles, closing his eyes, content. “I love you, too.”

They drift slowly asleep, wrapped around each other.

Inko does indeed cry and forces them to bend down, hugging the both of them tightly. But that’s nothing compared to Mitsuki. She takes one look at the matching silver rings and bursts into relieved tears, slumping against Izuku as she sobs, “You’re way too good for him, but thank you for saying yes to that little bastard!”

“Oi!” Katsuki snaps from underneath his dad’s arm, flushing a bright red. “That shithead asked me, you old hag!”

Mitsuki lifts her head to glare at him, her eyes watery. “Don’t talk to my future son-in-law like that, brat!”

“Holy shit,” Katsuki groans, rolling his eyes and patting her back when she drags him into a fierce hug. Izuku shoots him a little smile over Masaru’s shoulder.

Ochako’s eyes zero in on the rings in a fraction of a second as they walk into the bar. She points and squeals, gaining the attention of nearly everyone in the bar. The clamour of cheers that comes after is loud. Izuku deftly grabs Katsuki as he whirls around to leave, frog marching him over to their regular booth.

“Don’t cry,” Katsuki snaps, an accusing finger in Eijirou’s face. “I finally dried off from the damn river my parents just tried to drown me in.” Clamping a hand over his own mouth, Eijirou nods, his eyes distinctly bright and watery. Katsuki eyes him where Eijirou’s bouncing restlessly in his seat and sighs, reluctantly holding open his arms. “Fine, but make it quick.”

Eijirou squeezes him tightly, thumping him heartily on the back. “Dude, congrats!” he booms, his face wet from happy tears.

“Thanks,” Katsuki chokes, shoving him away. It’s only then that he notices Izuku with Ochako and Tenya wrapped around him like leeches, all three of them crying and babbling while Shouto stands to the side, giving Izuku a firm, vicious handshake and congratulating him.

Snorting, he pulls out his phone to snap a picture of the pathetic display, completely unaware of Mina and Denki pouncing.

“Deku, which do you like better?”

Izuku looks up from the stack of vendor contracts and rental agreements. Katsuki’s holding up what looks to be two identical ties, both a deep, rich red. “Um,” Izuku starts, eyes nervously flicking up to Katsuki’s and back down. “A-Aren’t they the same?”

Katsuki sighs explosively. “This is cranberry,” he snaps, thrusting one tie violently into Izuku’s face. “And this is carmine.” The tip of the second tie smacks Izuku in the nose. “Now pick.”

Gesturing wildly and hiding his face from further assault, Izuku cries, “That one!” at the cranberry colored tie. Katsuki regards it for a long moment, before giving Izuku a mildly impressed stare.

“That’ll look good with the teal,” he says ominously, before diving back into the fabric samples and invitation drafts. Izuku breathes a sigh of relief, going back to the contracts with a crooked smile. Only a few months to go.

Katsuki is sweating through his suit. He’s sure if they had gone with the white, everyone would see the distinct patches of perspiration, and he’s suddenly, vehemently thanking Izuku for turning down the candle ceremony as his suit becomes more and more flammable by the second.

“Stop moving, Bakugou!” Mina whines, wiping off another stray trail of mascara that has smeared across Katsuki’s cheek.

“It’s going to get wiped off anyways, is this really so important?”

Mina pouts at him. “But you said if it looked nice, you’d leave it on!”

“Ashido,” he says gravely. “It’s going to fucking melt off with the rest of my face.”

At that, she seems to finally notice is predicament, dashing away calling for ice packs and electric fans. “It’s for the bride!!” she screeches, running out the door, and Katsuki is too busy panicking to yell after her. He grips at the knees of his pants, wrinkling the perfectly pressed pleat. His eye twitches, immediately trying to smooth them back out and only managing to smear his sweat there, too. At this rate, he’s going to spontaneously combust.


Katsuki nearly jumps out of his skin, looking wide-eyed and scared to see Izuku’s head peering just through the door. “Deku,” he croaks.

Izuku is there in an instant, crouching down in front of Katsuki, taking Katsuki’s hands in his and running the pads of his thumbs soothing circles over Katsuki’s knuckles. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he asks gently, his mouth quirking up in a reassuring smile. “I saw Ashido-chan running by screaming about my bride. Not getting cold feet, are you?”

“More like fucking sweaty ones,” Katsuki says, swallowing down the anxiety bubbling in his gut.

“You look perfect,” Izuku says, leaning up to kiss Katsuki’s sweaty forehead. “I didn’t expect you to be this nervous, you know?”

Shrugging, Katsuki bows forward until his head rests on Izuku’s shoulder. He breathes in the sweet smell of cologne and their shampoo at home, willing himself to calm down. “And I expected you to be a wreck, if I’m honest.”

Izuku laughs. “Right now, I’m too happy to be worried about anything else,” he says softly, placing another kiss against Katsuki’s damp hair. “I’ve thought about this since I was little, did you know that? I remember coming home one day and telling my mom that I was going to marry you.”

“Yeah?” Katsuki says, something hot rising up in the center of his throat, cutting off his air.

“Yeah,” Izuku agrees. He shifts away so Katsuki has to look at him, green eyes big and beautiful and bright. “I can’t remember a time that I didn’t love you, Katsuki.”

“Fuck,” Katsuki croaks and falls forward into Izuku’s arms. His eyes sting in the corners and he knows he’s ruining Mina’s hard work, but he buries his face in Izuku’s chest regardless and lets himself cry, just a bit. Or maybe a lot. “Fuck, what did I do to deserve you?”

“I don’t know, you're honestly kind of a jerk.”

Katsuki pinches Izuku’s side violently, scowling. But Izuku is still smiling softly, his eyes wet with unshed tears. They pull each other into another tight embrace.

“I love you, Kacchan,” Izuku murmurs into Katsuki’s ear.

“Me, too,” Katsuki says, clearing his throat and taking a deep breath. “I love you, too. But don’t you dare pull that shit in front of everyone, got it? I’ll break your face.”

Izuku laughs, holding his hands up placatingly. “I would never!” he says, and Katsuki knows he’s lying through his teeth. “Are you okay, now?”

Katsuki nods and they exchange one slow, sweet kiss before Ochako bursts through the door to hustle Izuku away. Eijirou brings Katsuki a new shirt while Mina cleans Katsuki’s face, vowing to use a more water-resistant brand this time around.

When it’s finally time, Izuku meets him at the end of the aisle, lacing their fingers together as they step up towards the altar, their family and friends at their backs as they stand to be married. Izuku starts blubbering mid-way through Katsuki’s vows, barely getting it together when it comes time for him to return them. And yet, by the time Katsuki leans in to claim Izuku’s lips for what feels like the millionth time, and yet brand new all the same, tasting the smile on Izuku’s face, a few more happy tears slip down his cheeks. He can’t find it in him to be embarrassed.

Izuku dumps the last box on the floor and wipes the back of his hand on his forehead, surveying the room with a fist on his hip. The house is spacious and bright, with two bedrooms, an office, and a huge kitchen full of new stainless steel appliances. They have a small garden in the back and a garage. The height of luxury.

Like a vicious gust of wind, Katsuki breezes past with a manic grin on his face, a box of cooking utensils in hand as he makes a beeline for the kitchen. Izuku shakes his head fondly and leaves him to it.

“D-Deku-san,” one of the movers calls to him, the starstruck look on his face still making Izuku squirm. “Where would you like us to put the couch?”

“Oh, over there should be good,” Izuku says, pointing to one side of the living room, the vaulted ceiling rising high above them, their voices echoing. He grins sheepishly at them. “Though, to be honest, I’m sure I’ll be rearranging everything all weekend before we’re satisfied.”

“I heard that asshole,” Katsuki calls from beneath the counters. He pops his head over to glare at the movers with a flat stare. “But, yeah, just put it all wherever. Don’t touch any of my cooking supplies.”

“Y-Yes, Ground Zero!” they call, their excitement untouchable despite Katsuki’s hostile tone.

“And put my husband to work,” Katsuki calls, gesturing at Izuku with a knife, head already back below and in a cabinet. “If he’s got all that muscle, you ought make sure he puts it to use, for better things than beating down villains.”

“Yes, sir!”

Izuku sighs, and goes to help them do the job that he’s paying them to do.

Slowly, Izuku helps Katsuki down the stairs, blindfold firmly in place beneath the nest of blonde hair, still mussed from sleep. “You better not let me fall,” Katsuki grumbles, clutching onto Izuku’s shoulder. They’re both still in their pajamas, flannel pants and long sleeves to combat the cold December air.

“I would never!” Izuku mock gasps. “Especially not on Christmas.”

“Well, this better be good,” Katsuki says.

“It’s the best! You’re gonna love it.”

“Hm,” Katsuki smirks. “It definitely won’t be as good as mine.”

Izuku grins, pulling Katsuki in front of the little Christmas tree where Katsuki’s present is waiting. “Get ready to eat those words, Kacchan. Now look!” he says, whipping the blindfold off of Katsuki’s head.

Katsuki levels him with an unimpressed stare until his presents shifts in it’s sleep, letting out a tiny whine, catching Katsuki’s attention. The puppy curled up on the little red dog bed blinks blearily up at them, curly tail already beginning to wag. Gaping, Katsuki drops down beside it, bundling it up in his arms like a baby.

“Isn’t she cute?!” Izuku squeals, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Isn’t she the best?! Do you love her? What are you going to name her? She’s so sweet, I was thinking maybe something like Mikan or Anzu, oh, something like Mochi-chan would be super cute! Oh! How about—”

“Kira.” Katsuki glares up at him with barely suppressed joy, the little puppy steadily licking at Katsuki’s face, wiggling in his arms now that she’s fully awake and excited for attention. “Her name is Kira.”

Izuku deflates. “Why am I not surprised?” he says, defeated. Regardless, he drops down beside his husband to scratch behind Kira’s ear, welcoming her into their little family.

Katsuki presses a gentle kiss to Izuku’s cheek, propped up on his elbows and stretched out on top of Izuku’s chest. Izuku’s nose scrunches up in his sleep, and Katsuki kisses the tip of it, and drops another on Izuku’s lips, and one against his chin, and along his jaw, his skin warm and soft beneath Katsuki’s mouth.

“Izuku,” he whispers, kissing back along Izku’s cheekbones. Izuku hums, shifting as Katsuki kisses his way up the bridge of Izuku’s nose and along his brow. “Izuku, wake up.”

“Wha’zit,” Izuku slurs, hand flapping against Katsuki’s shoulder.

Smiling, Katsuki presses another kiss to Izuku’s mouth and Izuku hums again, pressing back, slow and wet and warm. When Katsuki pulls away, Izuku blinks blearily up at him. “Happy anniversary,” Katsuki says, watching the dopey, delighted smile spread slowly across Izuku’s face.

“Happy anniversary,” Izuku breathes. Suddenly, his arms come up tightly around Katsuki’s middle, and Izuku rolls them until he’s pressing Katsuki into the sheets, leaving hot, searing kisses against Katsuki’s lips. Katsuki gasps as Izuku mouths at his pulse, teeth dragging across his skin. When Izuku sits back, his face is flushed a bright red and he’s grinning. “So, how about breakfast?”

Katsuki smacks him with a pillow. “Fucking tease,” he hisses, laughing as Izuku lays back down beside him, pressing another kiss into his smile, slow and sweet.

“I love you, Katsuki,” he breathes against Katsuki’s lips.

And Katsuki can’t help but smile into the kiss, warmth spreading like wildfire through his chest, pleasant and burning. “I love you, too Izuku.”