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Do you take NSFW requests for any of the adults from Bnha? I've been needing some good ones to read.

Yes? And only for adults (obviously)

I'm okay with requests. If have written, but I have also read them. I cannot promise to be super quick with writing, but I can do what I can

I'm also a little rusty on bnha now but I still enjoy it and adore the characters. If you want recommendations, let me know. I can try to dig stuff up

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AHHH TO KNOW YOU WAS SO GOOOODD! I Can't wait for the next part! Keep up the amazing work! 💕

You all are the sweetest! I know I'm making you guys wait, but I promise I'll have it out (currently facing questionable life situations). Thank you all sooo much for waiting! You guys are the best!

Also, if you want to be tagged an notified for the next part, please like this or say "tag me"

See you guys soon <3 <3

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Trust I did NOT forget about To Know You

I have a very busy and packed schedule because I’m a big girl doing my big girl things, but trust it WILL get done

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To Know You Update

I’ll try to update soon. Per usual, life is crazy and busy so updating is very slow. I practically have little time to sit down and write but I’ll get to it this week.

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someone on twitter is trying to claim that use of an em-dash is an indication of AI-generated writing because it’s “relatively rare” for actual humans to use it. skill issue

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To Know You | Nanami x Reader

Making the next chapter possibly with more angst because I want it to be a slow burn

(There may or may not be more suggestive things involved too)

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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To Know You Pt.2 | OldestSon!Nanami x YoungestDaughter!Reader

Notes: Once again, this fanfic is very self-indulgent, so many of you may not be able to relate to it... I don't know how often I will post, I just like writing about it. Requests are open?? But to be veryy honest, I'm not sure if I have for request, but I'm open to discussions through the inbox/request box. Send me any anon messages~

I'll clean up any mistakes soon!

Word count: 6k+

Genre: Angst(?), Fluff, A touch/sprinkle of suggestive content (not really), NO SMUT YET

Warnings: Grammar mistakes (I'll fix it), vomit, not good eating habits, cursing, and arranged marriage things(?)

Extra info:

Nanami's Friends: Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Utahime, etc

Nanami's Juniors: Mainly Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara, does include Maki, Yuta, and Toge.

Nanami is hinted to be in his mid/late 30s and reader is hinted to be in her twenties.

Part 1

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OldestSon!Nanami who woke up from the smell of something good. Looking at the clock, to realize it’s past 11 AM, but quick to also realize his father gave him a week off. One, to get to know you better. Two, to plan your honeymoon for later on.

He notices you weren’t in bed, so after freshening up he follows the delicious scent. He watches as you look through the cabinets, very quietly, familiarizing yourself with what's there. You sigh in relief when you see maple syrup in the cabinet.

He found it… odd, to be honest. He usually was the one cooking for others, especially his younger siblings. He banned his brother, at that time in his early twenties, from entering the kitchen after he had burnt milk… Milk! (Though he is now much better at cooking.)

So to have you cook something was… fresh, but normal for an adult nonetheless. He wondered if you cooked for yourself often.

“Good morning. It smells nice,” he says, his voice rough and deep. You turn around with a spatula in your hand and next to you what seemed to be strawberry pancakes on a plate.

You nod, “Good morning… Yeah, thought I’d make something before you go to work.”

It clicks that he never told you. Shit. 

“My dad actually gave me the week off. I apologize for the confusion. I should’ve told you during our date,” he says, nearing you and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

“That’s okay. We barely had the time,” you say, turning back to your pancakes and putting the last one on the plate. Another plate with scrambled eggs.

“Do you have work?” he asks and you shake your head. 

“I’m off for a week too. My boss found out I was getting married out-of-nowhere,” you shrugged, the words leaving your mouth so casually.

“You didn’t tell them?” he continues, bringing out plates and utensils to place on the table.

You shake your head, “Not that I didn’t. I told them, but they didn’t expect it so soon.”

OldestSon!Nanami hums, being in a similar position himself. Everyone’s jaw dropped when they found out, from Gojo’s loud mouth, not himself. He didn’t even tell Gojo! His mom did. She adored that blue-eyed lunatic. 

You fetch the water jug filling up the water cups. You both sit on opposite ends, a little far from each other. It gnawed at his chest, so he asked.

“Why did you want to get married?” The silence lingers for a while, and he could tell you, too, are looking for words to not hurt him.

“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t judge your reasons. I’m sure I’m no better,” he reassures.

You licks your lips. “For my family, I guess. My mom really wants to see me get married. She’s quite old and has health problems, so I agreed.”

Nanami noticed you held your guard up, keeping a distance between the two of you. Something you’re not telling him, but he doesn’t press.

“Do you regret it?” he asks and you shake your head.

“Not if you don’t,” you whispered before taking a bite of your pancakes. His gaze lingered on you. Not if he doesn’t? 

“You’re my wife. I won’t regret the wife I chose. Yes, we don’t know each other, but I don’t want you to feel suffocated, so please do tell me anything and everything.” 

You look back at him with sparkling eyes and then you change the topic.

He took a bite of the pancakes and eggs and was surprised. He could hug you for how fluffy and delicious they are. It didn’t even take a second to know it was better than any he made.

“What do you want to do today?” you ask. 

He hums, “I have a few places in mind, where we can go, but where do you want to go?”

“Oh, what did you have in mind?” you ask and he tells you the locations after another big bite of the pancakes. His mind can’t get over how you made the pancakes this fluffy and good.

“We can go there,” you say and his ears perk up.

“Where exactly?” he asks for specifics.

“The, um, restaurant, the Salt one,” you tried to repeat what he’d said early, only to fail.

“Ah, Saltspringlis?” he clarifies, telling you that he’ll take you tonight for dinner.

OldestSon!Nanami who notices you skipping lunch and asks you about what you wanted, only for you to say you’ll eat later, stalling on it. Hours go by and he noticed you were busy unpacking your things. He helped you, in hopes that you’d take a break and go eat, but you just continue unpacking, so he asked.

“Well, I had breakfast with you and I don’t want to be full for dinner,” you say, not paying mind to the utterly confused look on his face. Huh? 

“I also forgot,” you mumble, folding another shirt into the drawer. He felt compelled to scold you, the way he used to scold his siblings for taking way too long to go eat. But he doesn’t.

“You should eat a snack,” he suggests, folding your pants and putting it in the drawer of pants. He leaves the room, bringing back an apple, then somewhat “orders” you to sit down and eat while he unpacks for you.

OldestSon!Nanami who neatly organized your clothes the way he noticed you organizing them. Who casually reaches inside the duffle bag beside the nightstand, only for you to tighten the opening, stops his hand from moving. Your eyes were panicked and with the apple in between your lips. He stops and there are a few seconds of silence between you two.

“Um, I have underwear in this,” you explain.

OldestSon!Nanami removes his hand from the bag, the feeling on lace and silk catching his attention as he does. Your face was red and he isn’t dumb. He knows that these were perhaps lingerie packed for activities, maybe by someone else. But he’s also not crass or rude. He acts like he doesn’t know what's inside, nor does he sexualize it. 

OldestSon!Nanami who takes you to Saltspringlis, a seafood restaurant, but also invites some of his friends and company juniors. Gojo and Geto come with Yuji and Megumi, while Shoko arrives with Nobara and Maki. He was glad to know you got along with them, even if they did most of the talking, you still looked pleased but…

OldestSon!Nanami who wonders why you don’t touch your food, you just pick at it. You pick at the scallops and shrimp risotto. In the hour that passed, everyone had finished their plate except you. And soon it was time to leave. 

He wasn’t angry, no, no, no! He was curious and maybe a little disappointed. 

Your marriage was arranged. He didn’t dislike you, no it was the opposite. He liked you, platonically. But he noticed you barely ate your dinner.

He grew up being told to appreciate food and finish his plate. “Others aren’t as fortunate as we are, Kento,” his mother would say. His parents didn’t force him to finish his food if he really couldn’t. But he grew up learning it’s proper and respectful to finish what you got for yourself or what was served.

His younger siblings were told the same about finishing meals, but less tied to the rule. They weren’t kept on the table until they finished like he and another one of his siblings were. And as Nanami sees from your habits, you were probably given that leniency too.

You bit into the shrimp, eating maybe a quarter of the meal before never touching it again. And soon it was time to leave. He noticed others' questions if you were hungry. “You didn’t even eat much,” Yuji, who was around your age, exclaimed. You simply told everyone you’re full. Nanami told you to get it packed to-go and you nodded, doing just that. 

OldestSon!Nanami who fought with OnlyChild!Gojo to pay the bill for everyone. In the end, Gojo beat him by a millisecond to tap it on the card reader.

OldestSon!Nanami who was a little surprised when your stomach growled in the silent car ride. He looked over to you for a second, suggesting, “Finish the food at the house.” You only nod, not saying much.

OldestSon!Nanami who was just a tiny bit irked when he saw the to-go box still in the fridge the next morning. So, once you told him with an avoidant gaze that you didn’t want it, he ate it himself.

OldestSon!Nanami and you went through the motions of your break, one week passing by fairly quickly. You both ate together for almost every meal. ‘Almost’ because you had a tendency to avoid meals and lean towards snacking. Though, at least you’d have breakfast and dinner. Two days into the break, he helped you settle in, encouraging you to decor the place however you’d want. He didn’t mind. He wanted you to feel like you belonged.

So there you were, day three of seven days of break, at a home goods store, gawking the prices as you tried to find the cheapest ones. Why are they so expensive?! Nanami, too, was looking but he looked rather unfazed. 

You found one of the shelves to be beautiful, so beautiful you wanted it. But that feeling quickly sizzled out once the price of $1,500 revealed itself on the tag. You carried on with a tight smile, not looking back. You looked everywhere, and no matter what, nothing was under $500. Even a nightstand. A nightstand!

OldestSon!Nanami who sees you silent sigh to yourself as you walk back to the same place you started off. He asks you if this store was not to your taste, but you simply shake your head, quietly telling him it’s over your budget. 

Perplexed, he leans down, “I’m well-over capable to pay it.”

OldestSon!Nanami watches you explain that you aren’t going to let him pay for it! If you like it and want it, you’ll buy it. He is just there looking back, absolutely astonished. Though, he hid it well behind his stoic face and clenched jaw. Who told you you’d be paying for these things?

“I respect that you want to pay for it, but you’re not going to. Moreso, I won’t let you. If you like something, I’ll get it. It’s for the house,” he replies, beginning to walk towards someone.

Before you can even attempt to convince him not to, he tells an employee to buy two items, giving the item number, as well. You watch him not hesitate the slightest. Even on the drive home, he doesn’t say much about what he bought, so you assumed he got what he liked. 

OldestSon!Nanami who tells you to come down the next day, because a delivery came in. You look at him in utter disbelief as the same beautiful shelf stood in front of you. He watches as your expression goes from confusion to shock to admiration and then to…

“Wait, I- Did you buy it because of me?” your brows furrowed as your voice got small. You had a sort of guilt in your voice, almost as if you didn’t want him to get it.

So he panics. “No! No… I got it because I really liked it,” he lied, “Why? Did you?”

Your face calms and you sigh in relief, “Yeah… Can I help you build it?”

OldestSon!Nanami and you who spend day 4 of your break building and moving things around the house. He notices you bump into things here and there, so he just… moves them out of the way when you shuffle around. He quietly reorganizes the pantry, so you don’t risk breaking your hip when you climb the countertop.

What? He caught you easily climbing it on your knees, as if you do that often when he’s not looking. It made you avoid his gaze for hours, with an embarrassed laugh, mumbling, “Sorry. I’ll clean it.”

YoungestDaughter!Reader who still notices him reorganizing the pantry because she’s always aware of Nanami. Who enjoys building the shelf with Nanami, her brows furrows in focus and eyes fixed on the screws. She organizes her book, usually by title and genre, but quietly places Nanami’s favorites to his eye level (knowing from his family and friends). 

YoungestDaughter!Reader who places a cup of water on the kitchen counter, knowing Nanami will just drink it. He’s done that before. What? She’s just making sure he’s hydrated. Who softly asks Nanami if he has any photos he wants to put up there.

He does. 

OldestSon!Nanami who opens up his album of high school memories and recent pictures with his juniors. All of them. Who stupidly skips past the wedding pictures, not noticing YoungestDaughter!Reader’s eyes wait in foolish anticipation.  

YoungestDaughter!Reader who is quick to move on from the slight disappointment. After all, this relationship had no feelings, it’s arranged. She smiles at the memories, but it dawns on her that she doesn’t know him… At All. Certainly not anything close to what his juniors even know. So she asks about his high school and college, hoping for any response even if it’s not a deep one.

“It was fun,” Nanami whispered, brushing his thumb over two faces. A girl and a guy. 

Silence. Horrible, awkward silence.

“Uh, what year was that?” you ask from behind him. He doesn’t talk and so you let it go. You hated this feeling, the sticky, horrible feeling of begging for him to respond or talk. 

After all, you grew up knowing to swallow your feelings and just let people be, especially if they didn’t want you. You grew up being the listener. When no one asked or responded, you wouldn’t speak either. You hated this sticky, unbearable feeling or being the only one wanting to talk.

You look through your own set of pictures, ones of your friends and family, some that you already printed to frame. You and Nanami decorated the shelf, but sadly it looked as if two roommates had done it, not a married couple. 

You keep your thoughts to yourself. You knew what to expect coming in. No matter how much his mother told this would be love, the moment you knew Nanami seemed to have… settled, you knew this is just that, a settlement. 

But you stupidly already started to enjoy his presence.

YoungestDaughter!Reader who has countless sketches of Nanami in her sketchbook, all of them in her forbidden, never-open-in-front-of-others sketchbook. All of them are drawn in the month you’ve known him.  Some doodles, others a bit more detailed. 

OldestSon!Nanami, who saw the sketch book lying around, picks it up out of curiosity, but never opens it. He respects your privacy. 

OldestSon!Nanami and you spend day 5 in the park with a beautiful garden. He noticed your eyes sparkle at the flowers, taking yet another picture as you walked around. He sends it to his mom, who replies with a dozen pink, yellow, and orange hearts for you, calling you, “So cute.” You come back to him, with a couple small flowers in your hand, dropping it into his palm without touching him, “I didn’t want to rip them off, but I found some instead.”

OldestSon!Nanami who blushes as you turn your back and continue walking as if you didn’t just give him the cutest small flowers of yellow and blue daisies.

OldestSon!Nanami who brings home salmon the next day and you cook it. He notices you eat only part of it and wait for him to finish before claiming that you're full. He lets it go, not saying anything about it.

The rest of the day you two are within each other's vicinity, but doing different things. You sketching something in your sketchbook and he's reading.

OldestSon!Nanami begins to dose off as he's reading, his book slipping from him a sliver. Despite being high alert with others, he can't help but feel a little at peace with... you.

You place your sketchbook aside, taking the blanket off yourself and putting it on Nanami instead. You take the book from his sleeping state and hesitantly tuck him into the blanket.

Nanami wakes up right when you put the blanket on him and he can't help but feel weird fluttering in his stomach. A few seconds of silent stares that happen between you two. You to him. Him to you.

"Um," you break the silence, "You should sleep... in the bedroom. You'll hurt your neck."

Nanami who hums, knowing that if he spoke, it'll be a stutter of words. He notices how you look so "caught in the act" when you did nothing wrong. He gives you a smile, clearing his throat as he stands up.

"Are you tired?" he asks.

You look back at your materials splayed out on the living room table and couch. Looking back at him, you shrug your shoulders.

"I'm not tired, but I can... keep you company after I clean up."

OldestSon!Nanami who waits 20 minutes, too giddy to sleep because you said you'd keep him company. Usually, you two went to sleep at different times. You were always staying up later than him.

OldestSon!Nanami who whispers goodnight as you settle into the bed, reading a book in your hand and small light on the book. He told you that you can keep the lights or lamp on, but you refused. You use a tiny book light

OldestSon!Nanami and you spend the night of your last day of break together at yet another expensive seafood restaurant. Nanami had asked you where you wanted to go, but you let him decide, telling him you didn’t know the place well.

You’d ordered a salmon dish with a side of asparagus. The price wasn’t the issue. He didn’t mean to get a little… irked. You took twenty minutes to order, but he didn’t mind. And by the time he’d eaten his food, you barely made a dent in yours.

He waited and waited, the conversation between you two was longer than the length you took to eat. The conversation was nothing out of the ordinary, just about both of your jobs and going back to the usual work routine. All that stuff. 

Your food long went cold and you were lingering, not touching it.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, curiously.

“Oh, no nothing. Why?” You ask, tilting your head.

“You’re not eating and your food is cold,” he points out. You look down at your plate and curl up. He should’ve stopped.

“It’s not good to waste food,” he adds, wiping his hands on the cloth.

“Yeah, um, I’m just full,” you quietly say, your neck heating up from his gaze. The same one that you got when you were younger. From many, many people.

You’d grown up similar to Nanami, but instead of being let off the hook your family yelled at you to eat and finish food. Admittedly, you avoided food because you were easily full, you’d prefer to have small portions. It didn’t help that your parents were on the poorer side. They’d guilt you about the money they spent on food.

And as Nanami said those words, you relive those memories.

“You’re all skin and bones! Why are you not eating?!”

“Fish is good for you, why are you being so picky?”

“She never eats. It’s such a hassle. What did I do wrong?.”

“I tried so many times to make her eat fish, she never does.”

“You should be happy. Lots of people can’t even eat fish.”

So, to avoid giving Nanami the wrong impression, despite heavily disliking seafood, you forced yourself to at least finish half, until you just couldn’t anymore. This month alone, you've eat more fish than you have in a lifetime.

The salmon left a bad taste in your mouth and you felt like throwing up. You would’ve had it not been for the asparagus you finished.

“Are you done?” Nanami asks, again. You nod your head with flushed cheeks, squeezing your hands in your lap. Sorry. 

He sighs and finishes paying. He barely says a word to you as you both go to the car. The food swirls in your stomach, the taste of the seafood still in your mouth palette. You didn’t get the chance to wash the gag-worthy taste away with water.

“Thank y-“

“If you didn’t want to eat out, you could’ve told me,” he bluntly said, gripping the steering wheel. He drove without looking at you, just a little bit irked. Okay, not just a little. Irked. He’s annoyed.

Gojo buys you food that you didn’t eat, then you don’t eat this time either. You never seemed to finish it, but then you eat something else much later on, ignoring the food container from the restaurant. Did you want fresh food? He’d get it. He just wanted you to be honest if you didn’t want to eat it anymore now that it’s old. Or that you didn’t want to eat with him and his friends in the first place.

“I’m not trying to force you to do anything. We’re married even though it was arranged, but I’m not here to force you,” he adds, and your stomach sinks further.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble as he drives in silence, paying you no mind. A few minutes go by. Your guilt grew more and you could physically feel his irritation.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to go eat,” you add, playing with your hands. I’m sorry. 

“Then?” He raises a brow, eyes in the road.

Your throat felt hot and your stomach swirls as the car hit a pothole. You didn’t want to admit it. You didn't want to admit that you didn’t like fish. You didn’t like seafood. Few exceptions, but fish was definitely not one. You tried to like it, but nothing ever got you to.

“I felt full,” you mumble and he is quick to click his tongue.

“Then you could’ve ordered something you wouldn’t waste. That simple,” he adds. 

He didn’t know why he got worked up. You weren’t a kid. He normally doesn’t care about habits. But you didn’t even have a full meal since breakfast. Yes, he noticed. How are you NOT hungry?

Growl! You bit your lip as your stomach made noises. Nanami sighed as he, too, heard it. You clearly were if your stomach was still growling.

“You don’t have to lie. I won’t blame you if you feel weird about going out with me. As I said, this marriage was done quickly and we’re not in love. ”

“No, I just… couldn’t finish it. I knew I probably would like it. I wanted to try, but… It didn’t taste good,” you mumble at the end. As Nanami drives, the sight of swift cars and alternating lights makes your stomach flip like hurricane swirls.

“But you got it anyway. You should’ve ordered something you could finish.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumble out, your hand reaching up to cover your nose and mouth.

“No need to apologize to me. Just… it’s not good to waste food,” he said, voice flat and stern.

You felt shame rise up to your cheek as the food began to rise up your throat. You’d tried to swallow the sickly throat-wrenching feeling, but it was getting more and more unbearable. More and more the food climbed up your stomach and throat.

“Stop- Stop the car,” you quickly express, opening your seatbelt. And he does, pulling over immediately..

You stumble out of the car, and spill your guts out. Every bit of fish and asparagus you ate now spilled out on the ground. Nanami curses, his stomach sinking to the floor as you heave and bend over. He leaves the car to rub your back, his eyes brimmed with worry.

Fish usually made you queasy, especially if it smelled fishy. So you avoided it, but seeing Nanami always eat it so deliciously made you want to match his preference too. He got you water and you profusely apologized. He shakes his head, worried to no end. He checks your temperature and finds nothing. He’s there with you crouched down until your stomach calms, your arms settling beside you.

“What's wrong?”

“I’m sorry… I don’t like seafood.” And it clicks for him. Your face dropped when you looked through the menu, which had nothing but fish and scallops.

Fuck, he thought. He loves seafood, so did his entire family. It seemed like your family also enjoyed it, so he assumed you liked it too. But not once did he ever see you reach for any seafood dishes. Ever. 

He’d grown up eating anything, he wasn’t picky, moreso he wasn’t allowed to be. He didn’t care as long as it wasn’t sardines. You must’ve forced yourself to eat even half of the salmon. He carries you to the car, clicking in your seatbelt for you.

“I’m sorry,” he admits, “I should’ve told you it was seafood. It’s my fault, not yours.”

“Still it was expensive and you paid, so I can pay you back for wasting it,” your voice was so small and quiet. As if you expected him to be mad about it. As if you expect him to yell at you.

His heart aches, and he shakes his head, “No, no. What? That doesn’t matter. The price doesn’t matter. I’m your husband, it’s only a given.”

He help you get back into the car, making sure you were no long queasy. OldestSon!Nanami who has a small stash of medicine in a box of his car. He gives you a bottle of water and some nausea relief. Driving a little slower to avoid making your vision hazy and stomach churn again. Right when heard your stomach rumble, he was quick to stop at a random late night bakery.

“Do you like sweets?” He asks and you nod, only to panic when he starts to leave the car.

“No, you don’t have to! You’re wasting money,”

His brows furrow, “What? Nonsense, you threw up. And you’re hungry”

“I’ll buy it myself. Seriously.”

“No, sit here. What do you like?”

“I’m not telling you,” you insist.

“Then I’ll just get one of every flavor.”

You scoff at his ‘promise,’ “No you won’t.”

“You think?” he smirks, cocking his head to the side.

“You won’t,” you dryly chuckle, crossing your arms. You were too weak from the nausea to get up as he shut the car door, assuming he was joking. Surely, he’d just get a croissant.

He didn’t, in fact, just get a croissant. Keeping his word, Nanami comes back with a box full of pastries. Your eyes widen at the sheer amount in your lap.

“I- I can’t finish this!”

“I’ll help. Anything left over I’ll give it to friends. Please, I don’t want you fainting.”

He noticed you hesitate to grab the fancy one, the tiramisu croissant, so before you go for the plain butter croissant instead, he speaks.

“Go for it. I bought it for you,” he softly encourages. With a sheepish smile you take it, biting into the croissant.

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” Nanami says, regretting his lecturing.

“You’re not a kid and you’re free to eat however much and whatever you want. I don’t mean to control you. I have no idea what got over me to act like that. I’m sorry.”

You nod your head, “That’s alright. I know you said it from a good place. I, uh, need to get better at letting you know about these things too.” 

That night, nothing big changed, but Nanami was sure of one thing: He never wants to see you sad and uneasy.

He couldn’t help that your tears made his heart ache. Maybe it was similar to the way he can’t see his juniors hurt? He just knew he didn’t want to see you unhappy. Maybe you were becoming a friend? He doesn’t know.

OldestSon!Nanami and you who still sleep with your backs faced away from each other, but closer. The distance would completely disappear if one of you flipped over. 

OldestSon!Nanami checks on you when waking up at the crack of dawn, he touches your forehead. And then realizes….

Realizes he hasn’t even hugged you, let alone held your hand. The farthest you’ve both gone was this… Him touching your forehead. And right then, he wanted to bang his head on the wall.

But maybe it was for the best? What if you don’t like him? What if you want a divorce soon? What if you liked someone else? Why would she like you? Someone so fucking old-

You groan in your sleep, moving around and facing him. His breath gets caught in his throat as the palm of his hand is now pressed between the bed and your cheek. Your hair strand cover part of your face, and fuck you looked so cute. 

An ache sew itself into Nanami's heart. He felt as though he'd ruined your life. Your love life. He wonders if you given no choice. Because why would you agree to marry him? You could've chosen anyone... But you chose him...

OldestSon!Nanami who went to sleep like that, not daring to move his hand from your cheek. So when you wake up, you wake up confused as to why you accidentally practically pinned Nanami to the edge of the bed (it was only his arm under you).

YoungestDaughter!Reader who wakes up a little excited because she gets to make him a lunchbox for the first time. She really wanted him to try one of her recipes that she made herself. She hesitates, thinking of cooking something common, but listening to her heart, she makes him something she came up with.

OldestSon!Nanami who smiles at the lunch you made him for before he headed to work. He gives you a small smile, thanking you. You smile back, shrugging and playing with the hem of your shirt, as if it was too embarrassing for him to notice it. 

OldestSon!Nanami who also drives you to your office place, making sure you went inside the office before driving to his own.

OldestSon!Nanami who got many compliments and congratulations for his marriage. He even got a couple of sad eyes from some singles. He didn’t know why. Were they sad he got married before them? (No, they were sad it wasn’t them who he got married to. Both those employees flirted with him before, but he never took the hint. Gojo and Geto knew, but they never told him.)

OldestSon!Nanami who didn’t touch the lunch you made for him, forgetting about it when Gojo practically dragged him to eat out because, “Suguru is too busy to eat with me.” 

Not only that, he didn’t even get the time to catch his breath because of how busy it got with him back in the office. When he took a shower after work, you noticed the lunchbox was heavy, opening it to only find it full and untouched. 

YoungestDaughter!Reader’s heart fell to the floor seeing the food not even halfway done. She contemplated asking him, but when he came to the kitchen with a laptop in his hand and a stoic face, her questions answered themselves. Maybe he didn’t get the time.

That day you both did not speak much with each other. Both of you had different jobs and after the week long break, there was much to catch up on for both of you

So the very next day, you make him lunch again. A different recipe with salmon and rice. You even tasted it to make sure it was good, even if you’d prefer it with chicken instead. 

Your routine of waking up together and leaving together continued for a second time. You were dropped off first and then he went about his way.

OldestSon!Nanami whose second day back was hectic, more so than the first. He didn't even get a break, let alone the chance to touch his lunchbox.

YoungestDaughter!Reader’s heart, once again, shattered seeing the lunch full. The note she left inside of “Hope today is good! Take deep breaths^^” discarded all the way at the bottom. Crunched up and discarded.

OldestSon!Nanami and you spent the day in different work rooms. You in yours. Him in his. You slept in the same bed. Close, but once again faced away. Backs towards one another. 

OldestSon!Nanami didn’t say anything when he noticed you didn’t make lunch the next day, thinking you were tired, so he made it himself. You saw him do so, as you grabbed a yogurt and canned coffee. In silence, he dropped you off and went about his way to work. This continued for the week, before he asked. He asked right when you returned from work, surprisingly returning later than usual. Much later. Perhaps two hours late.

“Why did you stop making lunch?” He notices you freeze, trying to gather your thoughts. You had just gotten out of the shower, freshly wet hair and in your baggy mix-matched pajamas.

“Not that you must. You don’t. I’m a grown man. I can make it myself. I was just… I was merely curious,” he adds, hoping to put off the pressure of answering.

“Oh,” you begin, playing with the hem of your sleeve, “I thought you didn’t like it. I didn’t want to force you to eat something you didn’t like.”

“Why’d you think that?” he tilts his head, completely lost.

“You told me one time that you went out to eat and brought back a full container, so I assumed you didn’t want to eat it. But, I shouldn’t have assumed, I’m sorry.” 

“No!” he says, stepping closer to you,“I should’ve clarified. Gojo forcefully took me out to eat. I also… completely forgot you packed me something. So it’s my fault, not yours.”

You look up at him, nodding, a hint of sadness in your eyes “So, you don’t mind eating what I make?”

He frowns, shaking his head and leaning down to you, “Why would I? Is anything wrong?”

You shake your head, as if you wanted to avoid talking about it. Before you can leave, he gently pulls your arm, leaning in close. He tilts his head to connect your face with his, a slight worry in his eyes.

“Hey, talk to me,” he whispers, “I don’t want you silently trapping your thoughts.”

You stall a bit more, before sheepishly chuckling. Shrugging as you answer, “No big deal, really. It’s a small thing that I guess I took too far. You don’t need to worry.” 

You attempt to leave, again, but he doesn’t let you. Stopping you in your tracks with his arm out with stern look, the same one he’d give his younger siblings with his brow raised so they spill whatever secret they had. You, being the youngest in your family, also know that look very well.

“Just… I- Whenever I made food for my family when I was younger, it was alway untouched,” you whisper, your eyes looking down at the floor instead of up at him. His heart aches as the words reach his ears.

You dryly laugh, “It is not even that serious, but I guess it still hurt. I remember making them breakfast one time and no one ate it. Yeah, I was a teenager and maybe it didn’t look good, but… I hoped at least one person would have some.” 

You looked so small, curling into yourself as you seem to be overthinking the memory. 

Your words getting quieter and quieter as you spoke, “It also seemed like they didn’t think I could make good food? I don’t know. It’s not even that serious, really. My older sisters were better at making traditional food anyway. Even when I got better, I always worried no one would like it, so I just wouldn’t make it.” 

He swallows the ball in his throat, feeling his heart crumble. That explains the hesitant stare you’d give him as he ate your food. Whenever you make something, you’d add a small ‘It’s probably not good.’

He noticed, but just assumed you were learning to cook, not that you were embarrassed of your skill. Hell, you were better at many dishes than him. He’d have your food over anything his family made.

He lets out a guilty sigh and hesitantly reaches for your hand, “You’re a good cook, so please try not to demean yourself. I understand this hesitance of yours, but I would never, ever leave your food to rot. I’ll eat everything and anything you make.”

OldestSon!Nanami who silent vows to always eat the lunch you pack him. And as always your cooking was nice. YoungestDaughter!Reader who encourages him to at least decide the menu, so she does not make him something he dislikes. Who tell Nanami that he’s never obligated to eat everything, just as much as he wants.

OldestSon!Nanami and you who have yet to go on a honeymoon or big trip because your works have you two so, so busy. 

A month and a half has passed and the only time you really spend is either sleeping in the same bed or drinking a late warm beverage together. Only on weekends do you ever really spend time, time that you two spent on talking and slowly getting to know each other. Though, Nanami noticed you still tend to avoid getting too deep about things. He wasn't much better with talking about his past either, so he understands.

OldestSon!Nanami, who during one of the weekends, takes you to yet another hang out with his friends and juniors. It was a small get-together a Gojo’s. Everyone, except for those driving, was a tad bit (or really) drunk. Nanami avoided drinking and you did not drink either. You were allergic.

OldestSon!Nanami who kept you in eye distance even when he knew everyone. Who felt so fucking jealous when Gojo and Geto leaned into your space to hear you over the music and loud juniors. Who pretended to “fix” your sleeve, his hand grazing the wedding ring to clean it. Nanami, who makes quick glaring eye contact with Gojo and Geto, before stepping away from you.

YoungestDaughter!Reader who isn’t dumb about what just happened. She can assume what just occurred, but she still has her big doubts. The little touch of her ring, in front of two other good-looking men (who are Nanami’s friends), left her a little speechless, but she brushes it off. Because what if it was just that simple a brush of her rings and no thought to it? 

OldestSon!Nanami who would get you everything and anything you need, even when you always refused to want anything. Never asking. Never relying. Always being okay with anything. Who notices that you always getting something on the cheaper side.

YoungestDaughter!Reader who grew to be on her own and not rely on others. Who has a hard time letting others do anything for her. Who feels overwhelmed every time Nanami takes her out because she really cannot get used to him paying for things. Her solution? Anything cheap. 

OldestSon!Nanami and YoungestDaughter!Reader who try to unknowingly dance around the other, trying to adjust to what the other feels comfortable with. OldestSon!Nanami and YoungestDaughter!Reader who have been sleeping facing each other for a month and a half. You take a glimpse of him before closing your eyes.. And Nanami taking one last look at your peaceful, sleeping face before succumbing to sleep.

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Credits for the characters to Gege Akutami, but this plot and these versions of the character are of my own (maybe OOC sometimes), so please refrain from plagiarizing.

I am currently NOT posting this elsewhere, so if there are works of thse anywhere else, let me know!

Thank you for reading!

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I swear it’s coming very very soon!! Just a couple more days!! I literally couldn’t write today :( I was out and so so busy with #unithings

To Know You | OldestSon!Nanami x YoungestDaughter!Reader!

Update Coming Soon! <3

I’ll be posting Pt.2 soon! Please be patient with me, I’ll try my best to get them out

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To Know You | OldestSon!Nanami x YoungestDaughter!Reader!

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I’ll be posting Pt.2 soon! Please be patient with me, I’ll try my best to get them out

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Pretty deep voice.

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SUPER LOW QUALITY pics i took of Steb with my phone from my laptop cuz idk how to ss netflix without it turning black🙃🙃

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To Know You Pt.1? | OldestSon!Nanami x YoungestDaughter!Reader

MDNI!!! PLEASE!

Note: Okay, this is going to be VERY self-indulgent, but if you enjoy it... Thank you very much. My writing is very rusty because it's been so long since I've written something. I usually just keep all my thoughts hidden in my notebook or document, but I just had to get this out. Oh! This also doesn't follow the original plot a lot, since most of the characters are alive!

Nanami is hinted to be in his mid/late 30s and reader is hinted to be in her twenties.

Warning: Arranged marriage, wedding planning, some angst??, and cursing

OldestSon!Nanami who was independent since he could remember. He helped take care of his siblings when he was younger, helping them with school and anything else. Albeit, he was not as unlucky as others, but he did notice his parents were much softer on his younger siblings than him. He was not only the eldest son, but also the eldest in general.

OldestSon!Nanami who overheard his parents talking amongst themselves, saying he’s the most reliable and rational out of all his siblings. Who felt good when his parents would thank him for doing work around the house and helping them.

OldestSon!Nanami who spent his youth being the best to take over his father’s business, with some rebellion in his blood. He had his fair share of fights with his parents because he was still their child after all.

OldestSon!Nanami who guided his younger siblings and sometimes still does. Who bought his siblings anything they’d ask for, when it’s reasonable. Who’d buy them pastries when they got yelled at. Who do indirect gestures to comfort them. Who’d lecture them when their parents didn’t, especially when it came to secrets kept from their parents.

OldestSon!Nanami who fully moved out at 22 and spent his twenties just… working, saving up money. Clocking in. Clocking out. Now, in his thirties, not married, while his other siblings were all engaged or married. He did feel a little jealous. Just a little.

OldestSon!Nanami, who wanted to get married after falling in love, but life did not go as planned. So there he was, nodding and agreeing to the proposal his parents brought to him. 

But he didn’t expect everything to happen so… quick! He didn’t even know who you were, but his mom seemed to love you. She’d compliment you any chance she got, so he goes along with it.

OldestSon!Nanami, who officially saw you for the first time on the day of the wedding planning, where you requested the wedding be only with family and friends. He was grateful. 

But good lord, if your photos were pretty, then he had to peel his eyes off of you to make sure he didn’t stare. 

OldestSon!Nanami, who wanted to deeply thank whoever chose your outfit that day. Only then to figure out, overhearing you and Gojo talk, that you actually love fashion and dressing up, all the time. 

OldestSon!Nanami, who noticed your jewelry matched his eyes and his heart hummed a little. He must be overthinking it. 

YoungestDaughter!Reader who went through so, so many looks to make sure he’d like it. Panicking even on the day of because “What if he hates it?” Your friends raising their brows ready to claw his heart out if he even raised a single issue about it. They’d never seen you act like this. 

YoungestDaughter!Reader who did, in fact, choose the jewelry to match his eyes. Not because you’re in love! But there was something about him… you don’t know what!

OldestSon!Nanami, who wanted to not judge you from your birth position as the youngest of your siblings, but (judging and hearing from others) the youngests are often rude and spoiled. He chuckles knowing his own sibling is like that, minus the rude part. They’re just… blunt.

Still, he made sure you were okay and comfortable during the planning. Nanami just hoped you both wouldn’t clash from your differences

YoungestDaughter!Reader slowly felt her heart flutter just the tiniest bit a his kind gestures, despite being guarded. Bare minimum, but thoughtful nonetheless.

OldestSon!Nanami, who was shocked that your parents wanted you to get married so soon after the proposal, but according to your parents and his, “The clock is ticking.” In a month?! You obliged and he, who had been hesitant at first, also agreed.

OldestSon!Nanami managed to take you out only once before the wedding. For him, no feelings were involved. It was to a fancy restaurant, where he paid for everything and was confused why you took your card out. Who noticed the faint blush on your cheeks when you put your card back. He didn’t comment or ask you about it, thinking you did not want to be asked. You were glad he didn’t.

OldestSon!Nanami stupidly asked you about everything except yourself! Checking if you ate. Checking if planning if going smooth. If your parent(s) and family members are okay. Everything except yourself. He, too, only spoke of everything except himself. Okay, actually maybe you did talk about yourselves, but it was only about your professions… Does that even count?

OldestSon!Nanami who took you for a walk through a beautiful public garden lit up with pretty lights. Who couldn't help but take a photo of you leaning down to take a good look at the flowers. One without you noticing, another when you caught him with his phone up and you gave him a sheepish smile for the photo.

In the three hours you were together, he had intrigued you and you’d intrigued him, but it goes nowhere else. 

OldestSon!Nanami who, by the end of the date, when driving you home apologized. “I may not be the love you're looking for and… I can’t guarantee love will flourish, but I will treat you with nothing but respect and care. If you want to break off the wedding, I would never hold it against you,” he whispered. 

Dropping you off home utterly confused and even a little sad. A mixture of emotions, actually a circus of emotions. Both good and bad.

YoungestDaughter!Reader who couldn’t sleep from the thought of Nanami being unhappy in the marriage. You were close to breaking it off, only to stop when your family looked so happy and sad sitting in the living room, because you’d finally agreed to marry!

OldestSon!Nanami and you both see each other in the wedding venue and he could faint right then and there because of how insanely pretty you look. He could barely handle the heat that rose to his cheek whenever you’d give him that sheepish, awkward smile.

So, so pretty! Too pretty! You knew what fit you.

You, too, bursting for the inside over how good he looked in the color you picked out. 

OldestSon!Nanami who continuously stole glances throughout the night and found himself intrigued by your voice and whenever you spoke.

OldestSon!Nanami, who damn nearly broke off the marriage after hearing about your age from Gojo, who had asked one of the bridesmaids for your age. Gojo then proceeded to make a joke about Nanami being a pervert.

OldestSon!Nanami, who now felt bad marrying you, wanted to apologize if you felt obligated to marry him. Who wondered why his parents would want such an age gap for his marriage. I mean… yes you both are adults but 12 years?!

“Didn’t you know?” Gojo snicked, only to raise a brow when Nanami shook his head.

“I assumed we’d be a few years apart.” Nanami admits his fault.

Gojo laughed. “She even looks her age, you idiot. Did you even ask her?”

OldestSon!Nanami who felt his stomach drop when the realization set in. He never asked you much about yourself. About your job, yes. But not… you. Not because he didn’t want to but your conversations never went there. In the hours you two were alone, which was albeit awkward, the conversation flowed from one topic to another without ever crossing into anything particularly about you or him. 

OldestSon!Nanami felt a burn in his chest when he saw Geto and Gojo talking to you. You gave them a cute smile too. He wanted that.

OldestSon!Nanami put the ring on your finger with the gentlest hands. You felt your heart swell.  He felt your hands return that softness and he almost cracked a smile when your finger brushed over his ring with gentle eyes, as if to comfort him and say, “I don’t regret it.”

OldestSon!Nanami and you were happy the wedding went smoothly. Much more smooth than Nanami thought it would. Nothing was out of place. Everything went as planned, and when things went “wrong” it quickly got resolved.

There were tears, but you surprisingly didn’t cry much at all, like he expected. He thought you’d be more sad to leave with him. After all, you’re only known him only for a month and you now had to leave your family. All your older siblings were all crying, why weren’t you? But he chose not to think too much into it. Maybe you just weren’t a crier. 

OldestSon!Nanami got a pat on the back from all his friends, those who stayed with him since high school. He was the last of them all to get married, after all.

OldestSon!Nanami gave respect to your family, guaranteeing your safety. He thought you’d stall your time with them when hugging, you did for a little while, but not as long as he thought you would.

OldestSon!Nanami who was in the car with you in near silence, other than the humming of the song the driver played. You hadn’t asked him anything, and he didn’t ask you anything until… 

“Why did you marry me?” you calmly asked looking out the window. Your voice was quiet.

He stayed silent, not wanting to say anything that would give you the wrong idea. 

He took a few seconds before responding, “I… My family liked you.  If they chose you, I thought you’d be a good fit.”

“Oh,” you replied, and before he could say anything, you added onto it, “I did too. I didn’t think I’d get married this year, but… here I am.”

He licked his lips, nervous for some reason.

“Did you want a love marriage?” he casually asked, just curious. You still looked off to the side.

You shrug, “I don’t know. Maybe, but also maybe not. I didn’t think I’d get married.”

OldestSon!Nanami who agrees with you. Revealing that he wanted a love marriage, he hoped to fall in love with someone, but was okay with this too. Who reveals that he doesn’t know how this marriage would go, but he’d never hurt you. 

“You’re my wife. I’m your husband. Until the end, I will be,” he says.

OldestSon!Nanami who fails to notice the glossy pricked tears in your eyes and blushed cheeks. Because you, for some reason, foolishly thought there was something between the silent glances from the past month.

OldestSon!Nanami who guides you to the room, letting you know that he’s okay with sleeping in a different room, he’d been preparing another room anyways. Only to be shocked when you refuse.

You tell him that you don’t mind sleeping in the same bed, but you avoid his gaze when you say you just don’t want anything else happening. 

OldestSon!Nanami who helps you prepare to sleep, removing anything you need help with. In comfortable silence, with only a few grunts of his confusion with the riddle of a dress and hairdo, he helps you undress, stepping out of the room after he unzips the back of the dress. 

OldestSon!Nanami who changes in the guest room to avoid making you uncomfortable. Who looked at you for many seconds straight seeing you in your pajamas when you softly told him you were done. Cute… So, so fucking cute. OldestSon!Nanami who wondered what was the black silky thing you hid away in your duffle bag right when you saw it on the bed. Letting it go, assuming you didn’t want him to notice.

OldestSon!Nanami who sleeps next to you that night, both of you turn back to back. Not out of malice or hatred, it’s just both of you being nervous and embarrassed. 

OldestSon!Nanami went to sleep wondering what this new life would be like. Who failed to see the tears that fell from your eyes that night. 

You, who felt so, so nervous and guilty. He wanted to marry someone he loves and now he married you because his mother found out you were single. You, who wanted to apologize for getting in the way of his love story. You, who turned towards him, wondering how you can make this marriage work. Because even if you started to feel some inklings of what seemed to be like? Love? Would he return those feelings?

OldestSon!Nanami who fell later, but fell much, much harder.

Part 2

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I will probably change this up a little bit soon or fix things up, but you get the gist!

This went one MUCH longer, than I thought... Clear credits for the characters to Gege Akutami (obviously), but this plot and these versions of the character are of my own (maybe OOC sometimes), so please refrain from plagiarizing.

Thank you for reading!

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are you a lightweight nanami..?

ac: matchapichai

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Gojo’s body irl:

argue with ur mammy about it.

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Chronicles of Two Heroes and a Cat Part. 2 | Izuku Midoriya x Katsuki Bakugou

Ship: Katsuki Bakugou x Izuku Midoriya | BKDK

Requested by: @delightfulcupquakequeen

Word Count: 5,500~

Minor warnings(?): Some cursing, usage of the characters first name instead of last

Here lies the delightful memories of two heroes and a cat. From cuddle sessions to a big party, the trio continue to create memories that warm their hearts. What goes on in their life?

Meet The Father

Katsuki grumbles, huffing as he puts on his shoes, “Do I have to go?” Izuku vigorously nods his head, “Of course! We’ll have to meet the father, it’s important!”

Katsuki sighs, “Fine, but,” he turns to Amaris, “Only for you and your babies, little one.”

Carefully placing the kittens into the basket with lots of cloth, they prepare to meet the neighbors. With the previous notice and invitation, the neighbors were expecting the duos and kittens. The neighbors, which consists of a single mother with a young daughter, were more than happy to unite the kittens with their father. 

Izuku and Katsuki look at each other, immediately bursting into a fit of laughter, remembering the phone call.

“Hello?” Izuku greets, with Katsuki behind him. Katsuki’s hands fold into each other as he hears the noises of a kid in the background.

“Hello? Yes,” the lady introduces herself.

“My name is Izuku Midoriya, your neighbor?” he questions, hoping they knew him.

“Ah... Midoriya, yes. Is everything alright?” she sounded worried.

“Yes, everything is… great. Kac- Katsuki and I are doing great. It’s just,” he plays with the end flap of the couch, “Well, our cat recently gave birth.” He hears the mother coddle the child, adjusting to hear him.

“Oh, really?! Congratulations! The more the merrier, huh?” she sounded shy, but tried to be energetic. 'Must be hard multitasking like that. Children are so, so adorable,' he thought.

“Yes, and,” he looks at Katsuki, who urges him to speak up, “Well, the father of those kids are… Your cat.”

A few long seconds of silence go by, only the occasional babble of the toddler being heard, before the mother gasps, “Wha… Wait. What?! Huh?”

“Woah, that’s impressive… I didn’t think he’d get a girlfriend… He’s always… So awkward around female cats. Agh! Sorry, I went off track,” Izuku chuckles at her small banter. Katsuki cupping his mouth to prevent a loud bark leaving his lips, “Just wow…. Hah? Lenox?! Why would you go after her? What did you even do to impress her? When?”

The more she spoke, the harder it got for the duo to hold in their laughter, hearing the women shocked at the fact that her awkward cat managed to get a girlfriend and kids. 

“My goodness,” she chuckles, “Sorry, it’s just very surprising. I never expected this from him, but I’m glad. No wonder he’s been bouncy lately, he must’ve known.”

Katsuki tilted his head, whispered, “That dude knew?!”

“He would take food out the house and return an hour or two later, that must’ve been why,” she continues.

“Ah,” Izuku remembers, “Amaris had done the same thing. She would disappear at random moments only to return a little later.”

The duo shake their heads, Amaris only looking at them in shyness. 

“But, fear not. I have no intention of keeping the kitten away from their father,” the duo sigh in relief, upon hearing her.

“Would you like to visit tomorrow?” Izuku looks at Katsuki, who puts a thumbs up.

“Yes! If that’s what works for you?” he asks, trying to be respectful of her.

She hums, “Yes, yes. That works out nicely. It would make my Raiya very happy to see her neighbors. She’s shy, but will feel better in an hour around you two.”

“I’m glad this works out well. We will see you then!” he bids, receiving a bid of goodbye in return.

“My gosh, Lenox has done a number on the neighbor's cat… Poor kitten,” she whispers into the phone, not knowing the phone had no cut. Izuku finally snaps. Bursting out a laugh as he cuts the call. Katsuki joined him, his eyes tearing up. The duo clutching their stomach at the shock and acceptance of their neighbor. 

The two calm down, stepping out the door. 

“My gosh, Lenox has done a number on the neighbor’s cat,” Katsuki quotes, emitting a small laugh from Izuku.

“Stop,” Izuku chuckles, “You’ll make me lose it. Can’t afford that, right now.”

The slow open of the door makes them straighten their already proper posture, “Good afternoon.”

The duo smile at the young lady, who seemed to be their age, and her daughter.

“Hello, little child,” Izuku waves at the daughter, who waves, but shyly turns away. 

“Good afternoon, please come in,” she fully opens the door, letting them inside. The duo hears the distant meow of a cat, Amaris meowing in return. As soon as she does so, a scurried set of steps echoes throughout the room, seconds later a brown and white cat sliding in, right in front of them.

“Woah, woah! Be careful, Lenox,” the lady lectures, only for Lenox to step towards Amaris. The two cats cuddle up against each other, making everyone smile.

“Aw,” Izuku kneels down to them, “Hello, Lenox. I’m Izuku, technically her guardian.”

Katsuki does the same, huffing, “Hello. I’m Katsuki, guardian of the girl you knocked up.” Izuku elbows him for the use of words in front of a child.

“Ow, okay. Language,” he shakes his head at Izuku. Lenox looks at them for a few seconds before bowing his head, shocking the two. 

The mother chuckles, “He sees me bow a lot, so he’s gotten the habit of doing that to people that greet themselves.”

A smile rises from Katsuki, “Hm. Maybe you’re not too bad, then.” He ruffles the cat’s fur. The two get back up, following the lady into the living room. 

“Please, have a seat. I have prepared a small meal and drinks. Feel free to have anything you'd like!” 

Izuku and Katsuki nod, grateful for her kindness, “Thank you!”

They hum in satisfaction, the food absolutely blowing their minds. Placing the places in the sink, they sit back in the living room. In the corner, they look at the father running around the kittens, hoping to meet them soon. Wiping his hands with a tissue, Katsuki stands up.

“Here,” he bends down, opening the flap to let the kittens out, “Your dear children.”

Instantly, Lenox jumps up, eyes gleaming and bright. He meows at Amaris, running around her, meowing out loud. Izuku’s heart melts at the action, “Aw, he’s so excited and happy!”

The neighbor chuckles, “He is! I’m assuming he knew and was dying to meet them.”

“He’s very, very loyal,” the lady looked proud of Lenox, “He’ll never hurt the kittens of your cat. Amaris, is it?”

The duo nod at her question, confirming it. Lenox and Amaris cuddle with each other, scooting up towards the kittens. Using their body to build a protective barrier, despite danger being around.

“Wan’ Wan’” the toddler babbles in the lady’s hands, who chuckles.

“Sorry, Raiya is absolutely fond of animals,” Izuku scrunches his nose at the baby in her arms.

“No worries! It’s good to be! Do you mind if I… carry her?” Izuku asks, to which the neighbor happily nods.

“Sure! I’m trying to make her interact with people. I would never force, but I know when to give her the extra push,” she gently places Raiya in Izuku’s lap. He looks down at the toddler in fondness, his eyes taking in the tiny being. Katsuki simply stares at his boyfriend carrying the child, his heart swelling at the sight. He’d make a great father, Katsuki thought. We’d be great fathers, he thought.

Izuku lets Raiya grab his finger, babbling and saying the occasional few words.

“Cat. The cat,” she jumps in his lap, grabbing the air towards the cats. Katsuki chuckles before looking at the neighbor, “Can I carry her too?” 

Getting her permission, he lifts the toddler from Izuku’s lap, “Boom!” He pretended to go fast (in reality he was very careful). The child giggles at the action, quickly bubbling up at the sight of being near the cats.

“Wow! Cute,” she exclaims, touching the fur of the kittens. 

“Mom, mom! My cat,” she quickly takes claim of the new kittens, eliciting a chuckle from her mother. She shakes her head, “Sorry, Raiya. It’s their kittens.” Raiya pouts, heartbroken, “Oh.”

Izuku’s heart shatters at Raiya trying not to look sad, “But you can always play with them! Okay?” At the reassurance, her eyes gleamed again.

“Well,”  Katsuki begins, “We were wondering what your opinion on this situation was. We do get busy here and there, so having too many kittens would not be ideal. We may be able to take one more, but that’s about it.” He looks at the neighbor who nods in her understanding.

“I totally understand. I, too, have my hands quite full with my job, Raiya, and Lenox, so the best I can also do is take one kitten. The rest though, um,” she ponders for a second before placing a fist on the palm on her hand, “Ah! A family member wanted to adopt pets soon. I’m sure they’d be willing to take the rest. They have kids old enough to take care of them too.”

"Really?” Izuku replies, relieved, “Then, please do reach out to them and we’d be willing to talk to them about the rest.”

The trio come to a singular decision: Each will take one kitten, Eri will take one (since they have previously decided to do so), and the others can stay with their neighbor’s family. Raiya decided to keep the tallest cat of them all, being fond of its towering difference.  All in all, meeting the father went perfectly. Though, leaving was a hassle.

“Lenox! They have to leave, you can see them again soon,” the male cat meows out loud at his owner, not willing to stick his paw away from the box.

They look at the scene unfold as the two cats find it hard being apart, especially with the kitten. 

“Amaris,” Izuku calls out, making Amaris rip her face away from her boyfriend, “We can come again soon, okay?”

The two cats only look at each other, finally accepting defeat after 5 minutes of non-stop pawing and meows.

The duo step out, bidding their neighbors goodbye. Walking back to their house, sighing in contentment. “That went well,” Izuku smiles.

“Sure did,” Katsuki replies, pecking the male’s cheek. Izuku’s nose scrunches up, “Was this for anything?”

“What?” Katsuki lifts an eyebrow, “Can’t I kiss my boyfriend just because?”

Izuku shakes his head, “You can! I’m just saying you have a different look in your eyes.”

Katsuki hums, “I just can’t wait to build a family with you, that’s all.”

Izuku stills, shocked at Katsuki suddenness, albeit they both always knew they’d spend the rest of their lives together.

Catching up once again, he quickly pecks Katsuki cheek, “And I can’t either.” Hand in hand, holding their kittens, the duo smile at their new hopeful future.

“That damn father proved to be worthy after all,” Katsuki grumbles, making Izuku chuckle.

“Told you not to be so harsh on him.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Picking The One

“Okay!” Izuku exclaims over the phone, “Great. We will see you tomorrow then. Goodbye. Have a wonderful day.”

“Woah, that was easy, huh?” Katsuki said, taking another slurp from his spicy noodles.

Izuku nods, “Raiya’s mother already told them the entire story and they’re super willing to take them in. All of them.”

Katsuki's eyes widened a little before calming down, “Wow. Well, having a family does make it easier to have enough people to look after each other.”

“Mhm, just like us in high school, right?” Izuku remembers all of the missions, jobs, and friends. All of which built the staircase for the duo to rise to the top.

Katsuki nods, "It's sad none of them can adpot a kitten since they're swamped with hero work or already have a pet."

The other male shrugs and nods, "A little, but it's okay. I'm just glad the kittens have a safe family to stay with."

“So,” Katsuki starts, turning off the sink after washing the dishes, “Which kitten would you like to keep, Izuku?”

Izuku tilts his head, pondering for a bit, “I love them all, but… The smallest one really grabs my attention. I don’t want any of them to have poor health, so the smallest one does make me want to keep it, so I know it grows healthy.”

Katsuki hum, understand his concern. The smallest one was the one that barely made any noise, barely moved, and seemed to need lots of one-on-one attention.

Katsuki watches his boyfriend carry the smallest kitten, “Do you want to keep this small one too?” He smiles, nodding, “Yeah. It grabbed my attention too. And whatever makes you happy, makes me happy too.” 

IZUKU’S POV

Katsuki hugs me from the back, his chin resting on my shoulder, “Go get ready, then sit on the couch. I’ll be there.  Let’s go for a little while.”

I giggle, his breath tickling my neck, while rocking the small kitten, “Okay.”

Wearing the outfit that Kacchan insisted on me wearing, I stepped out of the room, going back downstairs. Kacchan tells me that he still has to decide.

Watching the calm breathing form of all the sleeping cats, I continue to sit on the couch. 5 minutes. Wow. He must be using the bathroom. I scroll through my phone, waiting. 10 more minutes. Huh? 5 more minutes. Is he taking a shower? I was about to turn on the TV to pass time before I heard my name shouted from the second floor.

“Izuku!” Katsuki shouts, throat raspy. “Izuku! Izuku!” 

My heart pounds against my chest as he calls my name in a foreign tone. Not indicating danger, but clearly laced with anxiety.

“Kacchan?!” I scramble off the couch, quickly making my way up the stairs, “Kacchan?! Are you alright?!

“Kac-” I turn the doorknob only to be met with a candle in the middle of the room, “Huh?”

“Kacchan,” I utter, my heart steady, but still worried. Where is he?!

I step inside, kneeling down in front of the candle.

“Stand by the candle,” I heard the familiar voice encourage. Kacchan. Thank goodness.

“Kacchan, you scared me,” I sigh, only to be met with a hum.

“Yeah, didn’t mean to. I guess I was scared too, but just… just stand by the candle,” I chuckle at his soft voice, clearly embarrassed. “Okay, okay,” I  stood back up beside the candle. What is this? Is there some special occasion? Some weird holiday?

“Now, don’t… Don’t go blushing and muttering away on me. Just hear me out, alright,” Kacchan  dark figure nears me, the dark room only outlining his body. I nod, “Yes, yes.” It’s silent for a few seconds, then it slowly starts to hit me. Dark room. Candle. Outfits… Don’t tell me… Wait… 

I hear a click and then the lights turn back on. My breath stills for a second, taking in the view in front of me. MY heart pounds against my chest, this time in excitement and overwhelming adoration for the man in front of me.

Kacchan was wearing a get-up quite similar to mine, with decorations filling up the room. The walls of our room are adorned with memories we’ve built throughout our lives. Starting from our childhood on the left to adulthood on the right. Simple nude colors and shades with a hint of jade green and maroon, representing the both of us. Petals of red roses, peonies, and dahlias spilled in a circle around us. The pictures of us smiling, of us standing in fighting stance, of us messy with mud, of us with Amaris, and plenty more. The biggest one being of us holding our hands up together, after completing a world mission. 

My eyes begin tearing up, my throat clogging, but I stay quiet.

“Okay, so,” Katski starts, looking at me, “Don’t laugh.”

“Ever since childhood, you’ve been an important person in my life. Someone who was honest, caring, and daring. Admittedly, I did not treat you right. I was an asshole to you. My mentality and self-esteem were awful, so I took out on our friendship. But… You never let me go. You never did. For that I want to thank you.  Every time I saw you, my body would tingle. The tingle sensation was something I did not like. So I would always push you away,” he clenches his fist.

Kacchan continued, his Adam’s apple wavering, “In high school things slowly got better. We slowly got closer. That feeling that I thought was horrible, became comfortable because I was finally able to name it. I have loved you since we were in middle school.”

“We grew together, fought together, and won together. Having you by my side always comforted me. The mere thought of you going away terrifies me. It terrified me back then, so I… I pushed you away hoping the pain of the thought would go away. But it never did. It scares me to this day to think what could’ve happened if you took all of my words to its exact saying. I’m glad that I grew as a person, but I hope that while doing so, I gave you better memories than the pain I caused,” Kacchan confessed as tears pricked his eyes, on the brink of falling down. And they do so. One by one.

He wipes his eyes, “Ah, now I’m the one ruining the mood… What was I going to say?” He sniffles before returning, my hand over my mouth, “I love you so much that it hurts. I can’t stand the thought of you separating from me. I promise to always love you. You’ve been here since practically day one. The one who pushed me, fought me, and protected me. Izuku…” He pauses, licking his lips.

He chuckles a little  “I’m sure you already know what’s going on but, do not feel pressured. I will never take it to heart if you are not ready, but from now on I am. I wasn’t joking when I said I can imagine the rest of our lives together. Heck, we already spent over 20 years together. Both of us shine together. You lift me. I lift you. We are equals and will always be. So… Izuku Midoriya…”

He gets down on one knee, his pants touching the petals that lay beautiful on the ground. His clasped hand finally opened to display a circle box that carries the ring that I had been enamored by, “Will you allow our lives to bloom further by marrying me?”

My lips tremble as tears fall down my ears, my legs slightly shaking. Kacchan giggles, perhaps already expecting my quiet surprise. He simply smiles at me, knowing I needed a second to respond.

 Ah, he’s… he’s such a…

“You’re such a… sudden person. You could’ve at least left a hint for me to prepare.” 

He chuckled, still on one knee, scrunching his nose indicating that it wouldn’t have gone according to plan otherwise.

I sniffle down my last shocked choke,  laying my hand out, “Yes… Yes, Kacchan. I will marry you.”

Suddenly, the line of a cord catches my eye, making me chuckle, “Did you set up a camera?”

His lips for a thin line, “At least you didn’t notice earlier. It's… I just wanted to keep a physical way to remember this.”

I smile ruffling his hair, “I appreciate that. I’m sure our moms would love to see what happened.”

“Don’t you dare spread this to our friends… They’ll poke stupid fun,” he grumbles.

I laugh, “I’ll try, but knowing them they’ll try one way or another to get their hands on it.”

He huffs, “I guess I’m doing this to myself.” I nod, leaning my head against his, pecking another kiss, “I’m glad you’re you. I love you so much.”

He hugs me, closing any gap that barely remained, “I love you too… so much.”

After posting the rings on our private accounts, multiple phone calls and messages thunder through our phones. 

Kacchan sighs, “I’m not ready for the amount of people we have to respond to,” slumping down on the couch.

I nod, “Me neither,” scratching the back of my head, “They probably didn’t expect the proposal either.”

He rolls his eyes, “Otherwise the news would’ve reached you. Can’t keep their mouths shut for too long.”

I chuckle, “How long have you been planning this?”

He pauses to think for a second, “Maybe a few months, but the thought first popped up a little under a year ago.” My cheek heats up at the thought. He must’ve been really nervous.

Suddenly Kacchan stood up, his eyebrows knitted together, “What’s he doing here?!” I turn my head to the corner of the room where the kitten and Amaris are, tilt my head and the new sight. I breathe a laugh, “Oh my gosh! Aha!”

Lenox held a flower in his mouth, a few moves laid out on the floor in front of Amaris, her eyes slightly wide. His head was tilted down words, whispering something.

“Is he… proposing?!” I gush at the sight, making Kacchan scrunch his nose.

“Copycat. Why is he doing it here? Why not some other place?”

“Oi!” he shouted, but I pulled on his arm.

“Let him finish,” I urge him to sit back down, noticing Amaris stand on her feet. She goes up to Lenox, slowly. Leaning forward she rubs her head on his neck, licking him. She accepted!!

“Damn it,” Kacchan sighed, “Well, I guess two proposals make it joyful for everyone.”

I vigorously shake my head, “How about-”

“Okay. I’m fine with them getting married during our wedding,” he interrupts, already knowing what I thought. 

I smile, “Thank you.”

Wedding Hassle

KATSUKI’S POV

“Where’s the tie?!” Eijirou shouts, “Hello?! Tie?! Where?!”

‘Calm down! I have it,” Mina lifts her hand up, waving around the tie, huffing. Eijrou sighs in relief, “Had me panicking for a second.”

“Dude. You have to stop being so stiff,” Eijirou, poking my back, earning a glare.

“I’m the one getting married. Of course I’m- Nothing, dumbass,” I shake my hands, trying to cool down my sweaty hands. Why now? I need to calm down.

“I get it. I was really nervous during my wedding too,” I heard a familiar elderly voice call out. Mom.

“Really?” she nods at my question.

“At some point I had thoughts that I would never find the one because… of my personality, but your father accepted all of me. Flaws and all. We helped each other and in the end… We worked out just fine,” she smiles at me.

“I’m saying this once, Katsuki. Never shatter his heart. He’s forgiving and understanding, but that doesn’t mean he always will be,” she holds my shoulder, “But I know my boy well enough, too. You’ll neer do anything like that.”

I give her a small smile, “What if… I do something stupid out there?”

Denki barks a laugh, “Imagine falling! Immediate ick,” only to receive a slap on the head from Kyouka. 

Mom chuckles, “Izuku loves all of you, so don’t worry. Remember that he accepted all of your flaws and growth. A small stupid fall won’t make him fall out of love. Rather,” she shows me her eye smiles, “He’ll run to help you up.”

I smile, “Yeah… He would.”

I take a deep breath, looking at the small figure next to me, “If you run out of the court without marrying Amaris, I’ll chase you.”

Lenox only stares at me, blinking in the neighbor’s lap, who suppresses a laugh.

“I’ll chase you too, little bud,” she shakes the cat, who is adorned with a light suit, “Amaris is too adorable to be walked out on.” He only meows out loud, his nose slightly scrunched.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m scared too,” I whisper to him, petting his head, “Let’s go.”

IZUKU’S POV

I wipe my sweaty hands on the napkin, breathing in and out. It’s okay. Not a dream. Everything will be okay. A-okay. No! What if he’s not ready at the last minute?! Well he’d never do that, but what if I do something stup-

“Izuku,” Shouto lays his hand on my shoulder, “Deep breaths. Are you good?”

I nod, “Just… I’m just worried. What if something goes wrong?”

Ochaco pops her head out of the wardrobe to pull out a chain that goes on my suit, “Finally. Anyways, I doubt things will go horrible. You have all of us and our former teachers. I’m sure if anything goes wrong, our quirks will be useful enough.”

I sigh, “I know… But what if I say something weird, during the you know?” I pet Amaris, who was dressed up in a simple, but beautiful dress.

“Don't worry, honey,” I heard mom say, walking up to cup my cheeks, “You and Katsuki really love each other. Pure, indefinite love. If anything,” she smiles, “I’d say it’ll be the representation of your love if any one of you makes a small mistake. Besides, it’s only natural for one tiny detail to be out of place. It makes us human, hm?”

I nod, appreciating her truth. It does make us human.

She breathes in, “So, any stuttering, mumbling, and whatnots is allowed. Just keep your chin up and marry the man you’ve loved for the longest time.”

I hold her hand, smiling, “Mm, mom. Thank you.”

Looking at the basket where Amaris lies, I bend down, “Almost time, little one.”

She only purrs in response, her eyes shining in the bright light, a magical shining aura around her. She’s really excited. 

THIRD PERSON POV

That day, flowers bloom in their most beautiful form, flowing in the air, surrounding the two who have loved each other for the longest time. Their love blooms further as they lean toward each other, their vows touching every heart present.

Izuku squeezes Katsuki's hands, trying to calm himself down, finishing his speech, “No matter what, I’ll have your back, and you’ll have mine. I have never doubted you, because I knew you better than what was said and spread about you. This is not the first time that I’ll say this, but despite being surrounded by powerful heroes since I was a kid, you were the hero that was closest at arm's length. You inspired me, encouraged me, and were the most powerful rival I could’ve asked for. All of your sacrifices were made for both of us. You’ve grown for yourself and me. Till this day, my heart holds endless love for you. I promise to love you with your entirety. I promise to be there for you through hardships, sickness, success, and flourish. Katsuki Bakugou, I love you and will continue to love you, even in the afterlife.”

Katsuki bites the inside of his lips, preventing himself from tearing too much. He begins his speech, holding the similar weight as Izuku’s, their love spilling through words. He breathes in, finishing the last bit, “You have always protected me and I have always protected you. Together, I believe we’re too powerful, but let that be so. I want to keep you safe and sound. I know our workfield is dangerous, but I promise to be the best support system you have. I want to continue being your home. I want to be the person who loves you and is loved by you forever. You mean so, so much to me. Watching you grow up to be such an expressive and positive role model fills my heart to its brim. You made me want to become a better person, because it was only right for me to face myself, instead of pushing it all down. Through sickness, health, hardships, and success, I vow to be there for you. I want to be there for it all. Izuku Midoriya, I love you and promise to do so, even after the world disappears.”

The crowd erupts in sobs, claps, whistles, and banter, it all cheering the duo on. The cats present beside them, meowing at each together, making their own vows as they stand on their pedestals. Lenox in awe of Amaris’s attire, his eyes shined with only her. She was his world, the mother of his kids. He places her as one of the most important ones in the world. She accepted him through it all. His awkwardness, bluntness, coldness, and insecurities. She was the night to his moon, making him shine so bright. Amaris looks back at him with just as much love. Meeting him was like meeting her destined one. Admittedly, she reached out for him first,  encouraging their friendship, which quickly blossomed into love. She was patient and he opened his entire heart to her. Letting her in on his daily small adventures, protecting her, bringing her gifts, and… showing her endless love. He was the day to her sun. Looking at the duo beside them and the crowd that also cheers for them, the two cats near each other kissing.

The two males leaning forward, the two words pricking the tip of their tongues.

“I do.”

“I do.”

A couple of meows sound throughout the air. And there it was, the beginning of their new label, “married.”

The couple grumble waking up from their late night shenanigans. Their phones, once again sounding off too much. “Agh, turn that shit off,” Katsuki groans. Izuku yawns, picking up his phone only to chuckle, laying his phone down again. He cuddles up against his… husband, now. 

“What was it? Swear it better not be some shitty request to interview us.”

Izuku laughs, hugging him, “Nmn. Just the group chat going off because they’re making fun of the news videos and headlines about us.”

Katsuki lifts his head up, “What were they?”

Izuku suppresses laughter,” It… Haha… It was ‘Cat Lovers and their Cats Married?!’ ‘Top Heroes Encourage A Weird, But Cute Wedding Idea’ ‘Today’s News: Sudden Marriage?! Such A Booming Shocker!’”

Katsuki snorts, “They have too much time on their hands, it’s barely been a day.”

“I know,” Izuku hums in Katsuki’s arms. 

“I still am kind of shocked, you know?” Katsuki leans up, his head on his hand. Izuku’s hand still wrapped around his waist.

“Why?” Izuku asks, still laying on his pillow. 

“I just… It feels too good. It all went by so lovely. The decorations, the vows, and everything. No mistakes- Okay, well, except for me staring at you too long when you were in front of me, but that’s not it. I’m just so glad we’re married. I’m hoping to keep this forever,” he plays with his ring.

Izuku smiles, his eyes squinted, “Me too, Kacchan. I love you too much to let you go now. Not after everything. So there’s no hoping, it’s already an expectation, assured expectation at that.”

He laughs at his green-haired lover, well… husband, “Yeah, assured expectation. I like the sound of that… Sounds more intense and badass.”

Izuku’s cheeks heat up, “Don’t make fun of it.” Katsuki smiles, pecking his lips, “I’m not, love. I like it when you use our creative writing side. Makes my heart tingle a little more.”

"Is that so?” Katsku nods at Izuku.

Izuku lets out a mischievous smile, “I guess I’ll use it more often.”

“Agh, stop it. Forget I ever said that,” he huffs, knowing the man in front of him has one of the best memories out there. 

“Just like you told me to forget you used to keep a picture of me in your locker? Or when you slipped in the high school’s boy’s locker room when you thought we were alone and busted your ass?” Izuku teased. Once he is in the mood to poke harmless fun, he’ll do it, mercilessly. Most of these, he was simply somehow there to see these happen in real time.

“Agh! Forget it!”

“Nope, didn’t forget a single thing you told me to forget.”

“Alright, I’ll cuddle you more, if you just don’t remind me of those.”

Izuku laughs, “Yes, yes. Come closer now.”

Katsuki huffs, closing any gap, already going back to the position they’ve grown to unconsciously already do. Izuku arms around him, and his arms around Izuku. The both facing each other, legs linked, preventing any cold air interrupting their warmth. 

Truthfully, their love did not need to be proven by the label of marriage. It did make life easier, saving them from others doubting their relationship. But those people did matter either. The presence of each other was all they needed. Their dream wedding was possible because of each other. Their hard work, fights and confrontations, reconciliation and understanding always strengthened their love. The duo invited a cat into their lives, which only made them realize one more thing: Having an actual family would brighten their lives, because perhaps they were almost ready.

Katsuki and Izuku went through life from the rock bottom, building their relationship, from rivals to friends to lovers. Though they weren’t the typical hateful rivals, they were pining rivals, both too stubborn and anxious to reveal their not-so-platonic love. And here they are, matured and grown, willing to go through any obstacle because they love each other. Supporting one another. Knowing each other more than others. Katsuki and Izuku worked hard to bloom their love, taking their time with it too. Now, with their arms around each other, the two husbands listen to their linked content hearts, which are filled to the brim with adoration and devotion for one another.