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Love At First Sight

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“Now Kirishima Eijirou do you, of your own free will, take Bakugou Katsuki, as your lawful, wedded husband, to love, protect, and defend—as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” 

Today was the best day of Eijirou’s life. Everyone had told him to prepare for something to go wrong. After all, something always seems to happen on days like these. Someone forgets their shoes. The maid-of-honor spills wine on the bride’s white dress. The in-laws will try to kick up a fuss. Nothing of the sort happened today. His wedding was perfect. 

He had his best friends standing at his side. Kaminari, Sero, and Mina had been with him since this morning, hyping him up for the big day. They all looked amazing in their tuxes, and they even agreed to behave for most of the ceremony and reception. 

Eijirou could see his mothers crying in the front row. Mama was a mess, ugly crying and trying to keep her loud hiccups down, while Mom patiently rubbed her back. They had been waiting for this day for a long time. 

Then Eijirou turned his attention completely towards his fiance. He looked incredibly handsome. Eijirou had to pick his jaw up from off of the floor when he saw him. He was just as beautiful as he remembered him being. 

His normally spiky ash blonde hair was slicked back. The white vest he wore was decorated with beautiful lace patterns, which contrasted well with Eijirou’s solid white suit coat. His eyes still shined like rubies, but he was noticeably nervous, as his eyes never seemed to stay in one place for long. He utterly refused to make eye contact with Eijirou.  

“Now Bakugou Katsuki do you, of your own free will, take Kirishima Eijirou, as your lawful, wedded husband, to love, protect, and defend—as long as you both shall live?” 

“I-” Katsuki’s voice wavers. Eijirou could feel his fiance's hands tremble within his own. Those red eyes stopped darting around the chapel, but not to look at Eijirou, instead to fixate on a random spot in the audience. Eijirou tried to follow his gaze, but his fiance's eyes snapped back to the floor before he could. 

“I do.”  

A wave of relief washed over Eijirou. He gripped his fiance’s hands a little tighter, which caused Katsuki to finally look up at him. His fiery red eyes were exactly how he remembered them. Pure joy filled his chest and a big smile spread across his face. 

“You may now exchange rings.” 

Eijirou reluctantly let go of Katsuki’s hand, before turning to the ring bearer. The young boy proudly held out the white pillow. On top of it were the beautiful silver wedding bands that Eijirou had specially picked out. He delicately picked up the rings and handed one to his partner. 

Katsuki snatched his left wrist; his grip was so tight that it almost hurt. He showed no emotion as he roughly shoved the ring onto Eijirou’s ring finger. It was fine, though. Katsuki was nervous.  

Eijirou took a gentler approach. He extended his hand out to his fiance. Katsuki stared at it for a moment, before reluctantly giving him his hand. Carefully, Eijirou slid the silver band onto his fiance’s long nimble finger. 

“With these public promises and vows, and the symbolic exchange of wedding bands, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you married. You may now kiss the groom.” 

Eijirou’s smile only grew. He leaned down, their faces inching closer and closer. He had been waiting for this moment since he met Katsuki three years ago. Their lips finally touch. Katsuki’s lips were as soft and as plump as he thought they would be. He tasted sweet, similar to caramel. 

Eijirou moved to deepen their kiss, but as soon as their lips touched, Katsuki twisted his head. He refused to look at him and instead preferred to hide his face in his own shoulder. 

The audience clapped and cheered. There was a standing ovation from his side of the hall. The lot of them were whistling and jumping up and down. Meanwhile, the Bakugou’s side was calmly clapping in their chairs.  

The two men walked back down the aisle, hand in hand, towards the reception hall. 

It was official. They were married.

The two newlyweds took their seat at the head table, all adoring eyes on them. Eijirou scanned his side of the room, he was happy that everyone could make it. The guests were laughing and socializing, which Eijirou was taking as a good sign. He was glad that everyone was having a good time. 

Katsuki hadn’t said a word to him since their “I do’s”. It was their first time seeing each other since that first time many years ago. There was so much to catch up on! However, they could do that later. 

“It sure seems like everyone’s having fun!” 

“Yeah.” Katsuki grumbled.  

“A lot of people here traveled from far away to see us. We should go socialize!” 

“Do whatever you want.” 

Eijirou stood up, but noticed that Katsuki wasn’t standing up as well. 

“Are you not going to come with me?” ‘

Katsuki muttered something under his breath, but he stood up and followed Eijirou towards the crowd. Eijirou reached out to grab Katsuki’s hand and found nothing but empty air. His husband had put some deliberate space between them. 

Maybe he didn’t like public displays of affection? 

“Who do you want to talk to first?” 

“I don’t care.” 

“Aw come on, Katsuki! Just pick someone, I want to meet your family.” 

Katsuki shot daggers at him. “I don’t even fucking know most of the people here. My mom invited almost all of these idiots, so she can entertain them.”  

“O-Oh. Okay.” Eijirou didn’t quite know how to respond to that. Did he really not know any of his own guests? What about his groomsmen? The ring bearer? They had all apparently been close to Katsuki, or at least that’s what he was told.

He tried not to dwell on it too much. If Katsuki didn’t want to talk to his family, then he could introduce his husband to his own. Eijirou dragged his new husband around the room, proudly introducing him to anyone and everyone. 

To every new person he met, Katsuki would respectfully bow and give a simple greeting. He wasn’t much of a talker, but that’s alright, Eijirou can talk enough for the both of them. He’s probably just shy. 

Eijirou got distracted with his own family, he honestly completely forgot about the Bakugou’s. 

“Katsuki, sweetie! There you are!” A feminine voice rang out. 

Eijirou turned to see that the woman calling out to him was Katsuki’s mother. Instantly, Eijirou was nervous. He has only spoken to his mother-in-law a handful of times, but Eijirou felt a certain pressure in his chest when she was around. She was a very intimidating woman. 

She pulled her son into a hug, wrapping her arms tightly around Katsuki’s shoulders. However, his husband didn’t move to hug her back. He just allowed himself to be dragged in, squeezed, and then let go. The same grimace on his face, even when he was hugging his mother. 

The smile on Mrs. Bakugou’s face never seems to let up. Eijirou heard from his own mothers that appearances were everything to her. She would never dare to let that smile drop. She may not have frowned, but Eijirou noticed her eyes narrow at her son as she pulled away. 

She decided to turn her attention towards Eijirou instead. “Eijirou!” She pulled him into a similarly suffocating hug, except Eijirou reciprocated it. “Welcome to the family!” Her voice and her smile seemed genuine enough. Everyone is most likely just exaggerating about her.  

“Thank you, Mrs. Bakugou. It’s an honor.” The young man beside him scoffed, and his mother gave him a pointed look, before returning to look at Eijirou. 

“We are family now. There is no need to be so formal. You can call me, ‘Mom’.” Eijirou felt his cheeks heat up. Calling her ‘mom’ was intimate and familial. Suddenly, everything just felt real. He was actually married to Katsuki, they were family now. In addition, he also gained a new set of relatives and friends. Luckily for them, he had plenty of love to go around. 

“Of course, Mom.” It felt nice to say. He turned to his husband. He was likely ecstatic that they were already getting along swimmingly! 

Katsuki was glaring holes into the floor. His shoulders were so tense that they were practically at his chin. His face was red, but from the sour expression on his face it likely wasn’t out of embarrassment. 

Eijirou reached to grab his husband’s tightly clenched fist. Why was he so angry right now? 

“Katsuki? Are you alright?” Before he could touch him, his mother-in-law grabbed his own wrist, stopping him. She gave Eijirou a reassuring look before moving in front of Katsuki. 

“Katsuki.” Her voice was sweet, but when the young man didn’t look up. 

Katsuki. ” It turned firm, like she was ready to scold a small child. “You should smile; it’s your wedding day.” 

Once again, Katsuki didn’t react. 

Mrs. Bakugou reached out and cupped her son's face. She was able to forcibly make his husband take his gaze off of the floor and then at her. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, glaring at one another, before his mother leaned in. 

He saw Katsuki begin to struggle lightly in an attempt to get out of her hands, but her grip only tightened on his jaw. Eijirou didn’t know if he should step in or not. Before he could decide, Mrs. Bakugou brought her lips to her son's ear.   

Eijirou couldn’t see Katsuki’s face nor hear what Mrs. Bakugou had told him, but when she pulled away Katsuki was smiling. 

After that, Mrs. Bakugou simply walked into the crowd of people and disappeared, not even bothering to say her goodbyes. What a scary lady.  

It was soon after that a few other people from the Bakugou party came rushing at them. A short, stout woman with round eyes and green hair came running up to Katsuki and threw her arms around him. She was followed by a similarly green-haired young man, who was most likely her son. Eijirou instantly recognized him as Katsuki’s best man.  

As soon as this woman’s arms wrapped around Katsuki, tears began to run down her face. 

“Oh, Katsuki! You look so handsome!” She sobbed as her arms around his husband tightened. 

Much to Eijirou’s surprise, his husband’s demeanor quickly changed into something entirely new. His eyes softened, and he actually wrapped his arms around her. Katsuki held her securely against his chest as she cried even harder. The surrounding people were staring. 

“I’m so-sorry! I’m not trying to cause a sce-scene! I’m just so hap-happy for you.” 

“Thanks, Auntie.” 

This mysterious woman was his aunt? Eijirou turned to his supposed cousin, and couldn’t help but notice that they looked nothing alike. 

The young man had unruly green hair, pasty skin, and a freckled face. He had a slight tremor to him, like he was perpetually anxious. 

“U-Um…” He began, before holding out a wobbly hand to Eijirou. “I’m Midoriya Izuku. I’m Kacchan’s friend. It’s nice to meet you, um…” 

Eijirou took his hand in a firm handshake. “Kirishima Eijirou. It’s really nice to meet you, as well.” 

His overall cheerful demeanor seemed to calm the nervous man down dramatically. He glanced at his mother apologetically. “I’m sorry about her. She always gets this way at weddings, and it being Kacchan’s doesn’t help.” 

Eijirou just laughed. “Don’t sweat it, bro! I think it’s cute! My Mama is the same way.” 

“I-It’s okay. I-I’m fine.” Mrs. Midoriya could finally pull herself together and let go of Katsuki. Her eyes were now puffy and her nose was red. It took a few more shaky breaths before she could fully calm down. 

“Thanks for coming, Auntie. It means a lot. I know the invitation was last minute-” 

“Oh, stop. We wouldn’t have missed this for the world.” Her composure wasn’t long lived. She looked at Katsuki a little too long, and her eyes welled up with tears once more. “You’re so big. I remember when you were born; you were so little. You know, I still have pictures of you and Izuku running around the apartment in your superhero costumes. And now, you’re all grown up.” She said, each word getting more and more emotional. 

“Auntie, stop it with all of that sentimental stuff. You are going to make me puke.” 

She tried to hold back a snicker. The eyes she gave Katsuki were full of fondness, entirely different to the calculating ones of his own mother. 

Mrs. Midoriya reached out and grabbed Eijirou’s hand along with Katsuki’s. She brought them together and held them tightly within her own. 

“Congratulations, you two. I wish you nothing but happiness.” 

“Thank you, Mrs. Midoriya.” 

Eijirou was quite excited to have Katsuki’s childhood friends right in front of him. All the stories about his husband they must have! However, before Eijirou could ask about them- 

“Inko! Come here! There’s someone I want you to meet!” Eijirou’s mother-in-law swooped in and dragged Mrs. Midoriya away. Now only leaving the three men. An uncomfortable lag in the conversation prompted Midoriya to speak up. 

“H-Hey, Kacchan.” 

“What do you want, Deku?” Katsuki’s attitude went back to the grumpy one he had before Mrs. Midoriya showed up. 

“I just wanted to give my congratulations, as well.” 

“Well, don’t. I don’t even know why you came in the first place.” 

“I wanted to support you! And don’t act like you didn’t invite me here!” 

Eijirou watched as the two bickered amongst themselves. Eijirou wanted to step in, but it seemed like Katsuki was able to finally relax. Arguing must be the way they communicate, even if it sounds a little odd. 

Midoriya let out a sigh of contentment. “I’m gonna miss this.” He said under his breath. 

“I’m not fucking dying, Deku! You and Auntie are overly dramatic!” 

Midoriya rolls his eyes, before returning his attention back to Eijirou. 

“I should probably go find where Aunt Mitsuki dragged Mom off to. It was really nice meeting you, Kirishima. Please, um, take care of Kacchan.” 

Katsuki growled and punched Midoriya in the arm. 

“Don’t worry! I will!” 

Midoriya took off in the direction the older women went. With both the Midoriya’s gone, Katsuki’s walls went right back up, and no matter how hard Eijirou tried, he couldn’t seem to bring them back down. 

The reception continued on, til the late hours of the night. The Kirishima’s and their guests partied heavily the entire reception. They drank, and they sang, and they danced. This was a celebration, after all. The celebration of a new company union and the union of young love. The heir to the family business was finally married to the powerful and beautiful Bakugou family. 

The Bakugou’s and their guests didn’t seem to be partiers. They held this sense of regal and grace. They whispered amongst themselves on the outskirts of the dancefloor, trying to politely distance themselves from the chaos going on. Eijirou didn’t mind; he understood that his family could be a bit much. 

Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Everyone except his partner. Katsuki didn’t leave his side all night. He didn’t talk to anyone; he didn’t dance or sing or drink. He just stood politely next to Eijirou with a forced smile on his face. 

The night came to a close, and it was time for the two of them to make their way to their new home. The guests lined up with the Kirishima’s on the left and the Bakugou’s on the right, forming a sort of tunnel. Eijirou grabbed Katsuki’s hand, and they walked together down the path laid out for them, leading to their car. The guests were cheering and whistling, and throwing rice on the newlyweds. 

At around the halfway point, Katsuki picked up the pace. He speed walked the rest of the way, pulling Eijirou with him. He tried to find his footing but quickly gave up, allowing his husband to drag him along. 

There was a lot going on. There was music playing and people crowding them, but still through the confusion he could pick up a few things. He saw Kaminari giggle and nudge at Sero, making a comment of how Katsuki likely couldn’t wait to go home for the ‘good part’. Both his friends shot him a big grin and a thumbs up. 

“Good luck!” They said in unison. They were idiots, but they were his idiots. 

On the other side, he saw Katsuki’s friend Midoriya giving him a nervous, sheepish smile. The young man seemed to be visually shaken, as he held his bawling mother. He saw his mouth move, but the sound that came was barely audible. 

“Good luck.” 

They finally came to the end of the tunnel. The sleek red Ferrari was blinding compared to the surrounding cars, but red was Eijirou’s favorite color. In bright white letters, “JUST MARRIED” was plastered along the back window. 

He made his way around to the passenger's seat side and held the door open for his new husband. Without making eye contact with him, Katsuki slinked his way down into the seat and closed the door behind him. 

Eijirou gave their guests a final wave, before getting in on the driver’s side. Finally, in their own little bubble, the music and the yelling all became muted. Eijirou let out a sigh of relief. 

“Oh boy! That sure was exhausting, huh?” He looks over at his husband, who is lazily staring out the window.


The two sat in silence for a moment, seeing if Katsuki would elaborate. He didn’t, so Eijirou turned on the car and pulled out of the parking lot. They had a long drive ahead to their new home. They had plenty of time to chat to their heart's content. 

“So… Katsuki… what do you wanna listen to?” 

“I don’t care.” 

Eijirou just laughed off his bluntness. “Well then, can you at least tell me what you don’t like?” 

“I said that I don’t fucking care.” 

“Are you hungry? You didn’t eat a lot at the reception. We can stop somewhere if you want-”

“I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to starve-”

“Oh my god, I said I am fine. Why do you even fucking care, anyway?” 

Now Katsuki was glaring at him. His body pressed against the door, trying to create as much distance between the two. The look in his eyes seemed to be of pure disgust. Now that they seemed to be out of the watchful gaze of their guests, Katsuki didn’t feel the need to put on a show. 

Eijirou felt the happiness he once had begin to die out. He knows why today happened. It wasn’t because they fell in love. It was because their parents told them to. They had only met once before, but from the moment he saw and talked to Katsuki, Eijirou was smitten. 

Even if he wasn’t, he meant what he said at the altar. Those ‘I do’s’ meant a lot to him, and he plans to keep the promise he made to Katsuki. He just had to show him that. 

“Well, you know, we are married now. ‘To love, protect, and defend’. A man keeps his promises.” 

Katsuki scoffed and sneered at him. His lip curling in disgust, his teeth bare.  

“Don’t tell me you believe that shit.”    

“I do.” Despite his resolve slowly dissipating, he keeps his voice strong. He needs Katsuki to believe him. 

The patronizing smile on Katsuki's face drops, going back to the neutral look he had during the reception. He turned his entire body away from Eijirou and returned his gaze back to the window. 

“Well then, you’re a fucking idiot.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“Yeah. I get that a lot.” 

For the rest of the trip, Eijirou strains his ears to listen to the radio, which is set at the lowest volume. He didn’t want to disturb Katsuki, if he wanted to take a little car nap. It was rather late, and he looked tired. 

Eijirou couldn’t really tell if he was asleep or not. He hadn’t said a word after calling him an idiot. Eijirou thought about opening his mouth and trying to talk to his husband more, but he doubted that anything he said could soothe Katsuki’s nerves. They were practically strangers. 

Eijirou pulls into the parking lot of his and his husband's new apartment complex. Eijirou had never been here himself before. This had been his mothers’ wedding gift to them, a nice apartment in the ritzy part of town. It was in an area with a low crime rate. It was close to his job and had an amazing view of the city. It was the perfect gift for starting their life together. 

As soon as Eijirou turns the car off, Katsuki is sitting up. He wasn’t asleep after all, but he still looked exhausted. 

“We’re here.” Eijirou said cheerfully. 

“I can see that.” 


Eijirou didn’t know what else to say, so instead he got out of the car and moved to open Katsuki’s door once more. However, he didn’t wait for Eijirou this time, preferring to open and close his own door. 

The two newlyweds made their way to their new home. The lobby itself was absolutely gorgeous. The walls were white and lined with gold; the ceiling looked like it reached the heavens. A beautiful chandelier hung over them, with shining rubies shimmering in the light. This place felt more like a fancy hotel than an apartment complex.  

As they walked side by side, Eijirou tried to study his husband. If he could learn Katsuki’s habits, his ticks, his patterns, then maybe they might be able to live a harmonious life, instead of whatever the hell this was. 

Katsuki walked with a purpose. He held his head high, his posture straight and his gaze steady. After observing the rest of the Bakugou family, that didn’t surprise him. Everything about that family screamed elegance and status. They were gods among men. It was so manly! 

They made their way to the elevator, and as soon as the doors closed and they were away from prying eyes, Katsuki’s piercing glare returned. 

“Why the fuck are you staring at me?” 

Katsuki gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry. I can’t help it, ya know?” 

Katsuki crossed his arms, and the glare only intensified. “No, I don’t. Now stop it, it’s fucking creepy as hell.” 

They sat in silence for another moment, before Eijirou couldn’t take it anymore. Pussying out of a conversation wouldn’t do them any good in the long run. 

“You know I have a funny idea!” 

“I don’t care.” 

“Since this is our new home, I think you should let me carry you over the threshold. My Mom once told me that if you trip while going through the door on your wedding night then it’s bad luck!” 

“If you try to pick me up, I will kill you.” 

Eijirou was done trying to create conversation after that. 

The elevator door dinged, and they exited into the hallway. Their apartment was the only door on the left, which made it easy to find. 

Eijirou held his breath as he placed the key into the lock and turned it. He could breathe as soon as he heard the soft click of the door unlocking. With a shaky hand, he pushed the door open, revealing their new apartment.   

He could definitely tell that his mothers designed it. The apartment gave off a simple but classic feel. The cream-colored walls, the beautiful oak furniture, the black sofa. A few expensive paintings decorated the walls, but other than that, the apartment was pretty bare. 

It’s not exactly how Eijirou would have designed the place. If it were up to him, there would be a lot more chaos and color, but it isn’t about just what he wants anymore. He and Katsuki can change up the apartment however they like in the upcoming weeks. Despite all that, Eijirou felt truly grateful for this gift. The gift of a home. 

Eijirou wanted to explore the apartment more with Katsuki, but he was tired, so instead the two of them headed down the long hallway that most likely led to the bedroom. He opened the door at the end of the hall and it was indeed the master bedroom. 

The bedroom was like the rest of their home. Cream walls, oak furniture, except now there was a large king-size bed in the room. This would be their marital bed. 

Eijirou felt himself flush a little at the dubious implications. He was so focused on trying to keep his mind out of the gutter, that he lost track of his husband. Eijirou took a quick scan of the room, quickly spotting his new husband. 

“Hey, Katsuki-” 

His words got caught in his throat as soon as his eyes laid upon Katsuki. His white vest was folded nicely on the end of the bed. The dress shirt he was wearing was completely unbuttoned, revealing Katsuki’s bare chest. 

He was toned, with defined muscles. His skin looked smooth to the touch, not a single blemish or imperfection. 

Eijirou felt his face go hot; he was likely bright red right now. Katsuki noticed his staring, and instead of yelling at him, he took a step forward. The young man strutted over to him, and Eijirou felt himself drool. Katsuki was just so hot

Those delicate fingers made their way up Eijirou’s upper body and to his neck. In quick movements, Katsuki had loosened and removed his tie, throwing it haphazardly behind him. 

It was like Eijirou was in a trance… until he heard the ripping. In one movement, Katsuki had shredded his coat jacket and his dress shirt. 

“H-Hold on a minute!” His cries fell on deaf ears. Warm, soft hands explored his bare chest. Eijirou bit back a moan and tried to clear his head. This was all happening too fast! “W-Wait!” 

Katsuki pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. That beautiful blond hair that was pushed back, fell out of place as he loomed over him, framing his face perfectly. 

“I can’t wait.” Eijirou felt the blood rush to both of his heads. He hesitantly lifted his hands off of the bed. It was okay for him to touch, right? It was okay if he grabbed Katsuki’s milky thighs? Or if he grabbed- “I just want to get this over with.” 


Katsuki reached for Eijirou’s belt, but Eijirou stopped him, grabbing his wrist. 

“Hold on. Wait, a minute.” His words were a lot more firm than the breathless pleas from before. Katsuki gave him a dirty look. 


“We don’t, um, we don’t have to-” 

“It’s fine. Just be quick.” Katsuki tried to pull his wrist out of Eijirou’s grip, but he wasn’t budging. 

“No! I don’t want to do it like this!” 

“What I’m not good enough for you? Well, too bad. It’s just what we have to do.” 

Eijirou did not know what his husband was talking about, but he’s putting an end to this right now.  

“That isn’t what I meant.” Katsuki was strong, but Eijirou was strong as well. He sat up and pried Katsuki off of him, despite his struggling, setting him gently on the bed next to him. “I want to have sex with you, but not like this. You’ve had a long day, so let’s just go to bed.” He tried to be reasonable, but Katsuki wasn’t having it. 

“Don’t fucking look down on me.” He said through gritted teeth, getting angrier and angrier by the second. 

“I don’t! I promise!” Eijirou held up his hands as if to say he surrendered. “Look, why don’t you stay in here and I’ll take the couch.” 

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Isn’t this your house?” 

“No. It’s our house and I’m fine with the couch. It’ll be just like college.” Eijirou tried to keep his tone upbeat and a smile on his face, although on the inside he was dying. 

Before Katsuki could try or say anything else, Eijirou stood up and booked it out the door. He waited for a moment, but let out a sigh of relief when Katsuki didn’t follow him. He was likely just drained, Eijirou tried to tell himself. 

He made his way over to the couch and threw his entire body weight onto it. The couch lightly bounced up and down, as Eijirou’s mind replayed the day. 

He didn’t have any pajamas or a blanket. The only thing he had to sleep with was a scratchy throw pillow. Eijirou was too scared to go back into the bedroom, so this would have to do. 

It didn’t take long for Eijirou to begin to fall asleep. However, as his vision went dark, one question consumed his thoughts. 

Where did the day go wrong?