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🌡Day 6: Sick-day🌡

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Agosto 2021

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Okaeri BkDk Day 7

Flowers/ Moving/ Breakfast

“Ready Kacchan?”

Katsuki looked up from his phone as Izuku walked towards him with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

“Hell yeah.” Katsuki smirked, the bravado faltering and heart skipping a beat when Izuku took Katsuki’s hand in his.

A year into dating and these little things still made his stomach flip. This was all very new to him, and loads of therapy session were the reason why he bit back the urge to snap and crawl into his room and avoid his feelings.

Yeah he was done with his pining stage. It was time for the whipped romantic in him to shine. All those lessons from shoujo manga finally scored him a boyfriend.

He was prepared for it yes, but he failed to take one thing into consideration.

Izuku was a sappy, over the top, hopeless romantic that threw Katsuki’s shoujo fantasies to shame.

All this—hand holding and dates and cheek kisses, when Izuku would slowly link their pinkies while doing homework and not fluster! — there was only so much Katsuki’s eighteen year old heart could handle.

They had come a long way. No more looking at down at each other. No more chasing the other’s back.

Side by side. As it should be.

And just how quickly things were changing, at a larger scale too. Graduation was just a month away, every student of 1-A or rather 3-A with at-least three agencies interested in them.

That’s it. They made it. After years of evading villain attacks and illegally fighting for their lives, they finally made it to the finishing line.

The Graduating Heroics Class of 3022 would debut as rookie Pro Heroes in less than a week.

Endeavour’s agency or rather Todoroki’s agency was launching the Wonder Duo. Promo shoots, costume upgrades and press schedules had the next year completely packed for the two of them.

“Ready.” The grip in Izuku’s hand tightened, holding on tightly. And Katsuki was ready. Ready for his hero career to start, for his dream to start.

But for now, for today—it was just the two of them.

“Let’s go.”

The pair walked in comfortable silence, huddling closer as the cold January wind whistled past them.

The first morning of the New Year.

Every year, his mom would drag him out of bed in the bitter cold and trek up all the way to the shrine for hatsumode. She would get him an omikuji, a fortune telling paper to predict the course of rest of the year.

Then they would sit by the kotatsu together, watching cheesy slapstick comedians on the cable, eating oranges and mochi for dinner.

Katsuki wasn’t superstitious or overly religious per say, but he was a little old school for certain traditions.

It was more of a sentiment.

So Katsuki proposed the idea of making a first shrine visit before kick starting their hero career.

—

Izuku’s grip tightened as the reached the crowded shrine. “We should have started early.” He scratched the back of his neck.

Katsuki had told him before hand but Mr-OFA had pulled another all-nighter on the AITA reddit section and slept in. If it was any other day, Katsuki would have chewed him out, but one look at the sleep rumpled freckled face and an apology kiss on his head was all it took for the blond to short circuit.

Bakugou Katsuki was close to going into cardiac arrest with each passing minute.

All the Stay close Kacchan and pulling him closer by looping an arm around his waist and wrapping his scarf around Katsuki’s neck for him—his heart was hammering against his ribcage like a ping pong ball.

He knew Izuku was a gentleman but damn….

Katsuki needed a distraction from his distracting boyfriend.

Katsuki tugged at their joined hands, pulling Izuku towards the wooden wishing plaque and pulled out his marker.

Another sentiment. Before any important exam or result day, Katsuki would visit the shrine or write down his initials on the plaque. He had hogged on more than three-fourths of the wishing plaques before getting into U.A

From today, he and Izuku would start a new journey, he wanted everything to be smooth. Grabbing one wishing plaque for a happy home and scratched their initials onto it.

B.K & M.I

“I didn’t know you believed in this Kacchan.” Izuku’s voice was oddly quiet and in awe.

“I don’t. I’ll make a happy home on my own.” He hung the plaque and turned to him. “It’s more like a reminder of what I promised myself.”

Turning towards the shrine, the two bowed and clapped their hands thrice, sending their prayers for a prosperous new year.

“What’d you pray for nerd?” Katsuki teased. “The Limited Edition All Might Action Card?”

“Ha, ha. Very funny. You know I already have all the premium action cards.”

Katsuki snorted, shaking his head. “But what the fuck you asked God for so long? You stood there for fifteen fucking minutes muttering like a broken record.”

“I prayed…” Izuku gave him the side-eye. “For a hundred lifetimes with you.”

That sneaky little…..

Undoubtedly, Katsuki’s cheeks were stained a deep red at his sap of a boyfriend.

Like hell he was letting the nerd one up him! He could make him blush and stutter too. It takes two to tango—

So, crossing the one line he vowed he’d never do if he ever found himself in a relationship, he cleared his throat and looked him straight in the eye, “Just a hundred?”

The bright, radiant grin Izuku gave him was totally worth the cheesy line. The things love makes us do.

—

Izuku shuffled on his feet, fiddling with the keys to their house.

Their house.

He had been grinning like an idiot, staring into the void, eagerly awaiting this day. They were finally moving in together.

To wake up next to Katsuki everyday, to come home to him after patrol, eat cheap takeout on the floor.

Side by side with Kacchan.

It was surreal.

He couldn’t wait.

“On three?”

Katsuki nodded, undoubtedly as giddy as Izuku felt, just a bit more subtle than Izuku.

Izuku swung the door to their apartment open, holding onto Katsuki’s hand with a death grip. The Wonder Duo crossed the threshold together, entering into their first home together.

It was small, ratty and unfurnished but it was their home.

Their humble beginning. Years down the lane when they’re well settled heroes, they would walk down the street and revisit the memories all over again.

Midoriya Izuku couldn’t wait to start the new chapter with Bakugou Katsuki. With their salary as rookie heroes, all their house had was a loaf of store bought bread and a lone dandelion in a fancy china vase that Izuku insisted they must have in their new home.

All cause it reminded him of Katsuki’s fluffy hair.

Izuku rolled out a single futon in the living room and lied down on his back, staring up at the cobweb filled ceiling.

The house was far from ready; painting, plumbing, unpacking— a lot still needed to be done.

But as Katsuki laid down beside him, shoulders touching, he couldn’t think about anything else.

“Hi.”

Katsuki snorted and looked at side. “Hey there.”

“So, ready to deal with my snoring?”

Katsuki squinted, “I’ll kick you if you disturb my precious sleep.”

“I love you too Kacchan.”

Katsuki grinned. “Be ready for a strict diet. I won’t let you have cheat days nerd.”

“Once a week?”

“Absolutely fucking not!”

“Once a month. Final offer.”

“…Deal. And you vaccum everyday.”

“And grocery shopping. You wait for me before starting any new show. No watching episodes without me Kacchan!”

“Hai, hai.”

“To making new memories, yeah?” Izuku smiled softly and tipped Katsuki’s chin. Katsuki scooted closer and leaned in, kissing him long and slow.

Pulling away, Katsuki grinned. He would get this everyday now. Yeah he could get used to waking up to this.

Green eyes sparkled as they opened, crinkling at the corners. “Welcome home Kacchan.”

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Day 1: Lazy morning

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🌹Day 7: Flowers🌹

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Agosto 2021

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🍜Day 4: Dinner🍜

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Agosto 2021

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⛄Day 4: Travel⛄

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Agosto 2021

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💥Day 3: Fights💥

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Agosto 2021

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💤Day 1: Lazy Morning💤

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Agosto 2021

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🍉Day 2: Groceries🍉

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Agosto 2021

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Okaeri BkDk Day 6

Sick day/ Family/ Missed calls

Katsuki sat at the hotel desk and set his iPad up for a video call. Guessing by the amount of missed calls, he wasn’t escaping that easily.

Katsuki was currently overseas for a mission and his husband, the ever dramatic Izuku fell sick the moment Katsuki reached the other end of the world (literally).

Katsuki straightened as the call connected, Izuku’s back greeting him. The green haired man was currently curled up on their bed under a mountain of blankets, booming coughs and dad-sneezes shrieking in Katsuki’s earphones.

“Deku?”

“The number you have dialed is currently—cough— is looking for divorce attorneys.”

Katsuki watched with an amused smile as Izuku’s shoulders convulsed with wracking coughs from straining his throat.

“Deku I’m on a mission here. And it’s two in the morning here.”

“In sickness and— cough — health Kacchan! You vowed!” Izuku sounded miserable, throaty scratchy and dry. He finally turned around to face Katsuki

“Yeah well the villains aren’t too considerate about my marriage vows.”

“Thrash those shitty villains.” Izuku grumbled, rubbing at his red nose.

Katsuki chuckled, “Yes sir. Did the moron come by?”

“Don’t call Todoroki-kun a moron Kacchan. He came by cause you asked him to check on me!”

Katsuki ignored Izuku’s reasonable argument. He had asked the half and half bastard to check in on Izuku and make sure the damned nerd was not dragging himself to work in this state.

As much as it killed his pride to admit, Todoroki was the one person Katsuki would trust to watch his back, second to his husband.

Like family.

But that was a fact he would take with him to the grave.

“Speaking off,” Izuku sniffled, “Todoroki-kun is making soup right now.”

“Good. Now listen you little shit, he’s going to give you a couple of medicines—no arguments Izuku— and shove them down your throat and get some fucking sleep. If I found out you were online scrolling through Pinterest I will make you fucking drink bitter gourd juice when I get back.”

“Virtual Kacchan is also so mean!” Izuku whined, falling into another coughing fit.

“The fuck you mean ‘also’?”

“The soup must be ready.” Izuku changed the topic, head popping out from the blankets.

“I know it won’t be as good as Katsuki’s but I followed his recipe to the last line.” A new voice joined them.

“Oh for fucks sake!” Katsuki ducked below the table. “I don’t want see that bitch’s face.”

Despite what he said, Katsuki had Todoroki on speed dial. He was the one who sent IcyHot to keep an eye on Izuku after all.

“Oh Bakugou! Don’t worry your husband is in great hands. How do you feel, being so far away when Izuku needs you the most?”

If Todoroki hadn’t become a Hero, he would have made an award winning, controversial journalist with his twisted questions and putting words in his mouth.

“Fucking peachy IcyHot.”

“Alright I’ll leave two lovebirds to do your weird phone sex.”

“We do not!”

“Get lost Half and Half!”

Ignoring the two, he scooped up Cracker and her litter box. Todoroki was cat-sitting until Izuku got better and Katsuki came home.

It was just the two of them now.

“Come home Kacchan!” Izuku mumbled miserably.

Katsuki’s heart ached even though he put up a brave front. “Soon nerd. Just a couple more days.”

“Okay.” Izuku sniffled and pouted. “Goodnight Kacchan.”

“Goodnight Izuku.”

Just a couple more days.

—

Katsuki twisted the key slowly, careful not to make any noise. His mission ended early, giving him the perfect chance to surprise his husband.

Setting down the takeout from the diner down the street, he padded into their bedroom.

Izuku was sprawled across the bed, legs sticking out from under the blankets.

Katsuki reached out to brush Izuku’s curls out of his eyes. His forehead was sticky and matted with sweat. Good. It meant his fever was going down.

Izuku stirred in his sleep, blinking slowly. “Kacchan?”

“Tadaima, shitty nerd.” Katsuki whispered in an unbelievably fond tone.

Izuku didn’t bother to greet him, making grabby hands for him. “You’re still sick Izuku.” Katsuki reminded.

Izuku pouted, growling and aggressively emphasising his grabby hands.

And Katsuki has always been weak to the classic Midorya killer secret technique—adorableness.

“Alright. But if I get sick because of you—“

“I’ll take care of Kacchan.” He promised and pulled Katsuki in his arms, smiling widely as he cuddled closer.

Katsuki ran his fingers through Izuku’s hair. “Oh, Okaeri Kacchan. You’re home early?”

Katsuki chuckled. “Now you remember? After getting what you want?”

”Kacchan don’t be mean. I’m sick.”

“Yeah, yeah. Like you said, thrashed those shitty villains quickly and came home quickly.”

“Kacchan, sugoi.” He yawned.

“Yeah. Missed you nerd—Are you wiping your nose on my— don’t get snot on me you little shit!“

[ticoryblues]

Okaeri BkDk Day 5

Recipes/ Laundry Day/ Decorating

The kettle whistled impatiently, steam fogging up the windows. Katsuki rushed to the shrieking utensil and set it down to cool.

He glanced up at the cuckoo clock above their mantle. Quarter to six. There was still plenty of time till Izuku got back home. He could change into a fresh pair of tunic and trousers, preferably not covered in flour by the time his husband got home—

“Cracker no!”

That sneaky cat thought she could sneak up to the sugar jar when Katsuki had his back turned. Cracker stared back at him, not breaking eye contact. A paw extended slowly, reaching towards the jar—

This little shit—

“No!” Katsuki wasted no time and grabbed her by her collar, ignoring her indignant yelps, holding her at arms length. This brat thought she could have her way by scratching him.

He deposited the grumpy cat on the couch. “Don’t you make that face at me.” He said, placing his hands in his hips.

Cracker stuck her nose up in the air and looked away in the cat version of a “hmmph”.

The nerve.

There was still time to spare. Might as well start on the laundry.

Katsuki whistled to himself and stepped out the little cottage they had built of themselves. The cool breeze wrapped around him like a blanket, empty grasslands for as far as he could see.

Far away from the main kingdom, a place just for the two of them. A small cottage in the middle of a beyond with not a soul for miles at stretch.

Katsuki walked past the tomato patch that Izuku tended to diligently. A white porch wrapped around the entire cottage, with stained glass windows and a white stone chimney.

Katsuki was proud of their home. Ever since the war ended, the two generals had retired from the military to the countryside to escape the chaos of kingdom affairs.

Queen Momo had granted their request for early retirement.

The sharp snap of wet linen shook him out his thoughts.

Katsuki felt himself smile. “Okaeri.”

A low gravely voice chuckled right by his ear, arms shaking around his waist. “Tadaima. I wanted to sneak up on you.”

Katsuki hung the linen over the clothesline as he felt Izuku’s stubble against his cheek. “Keep dreaming nerd. How was the farmer’s market?”

Izuku hummed. “I got some new seeds and tools.” He pecked his cheek, lips lingering. “Got you something.” Izuku murmured against his cheek.

“Yeah?”

He pulled away, Katsuki twisting around to face him. Izuku pulled out a threaded green and orange bracelet from his pocket, tying it around Katsuki’s wrist. “Found a little girl selling them.”

Katsuki ran his fingertips along the braid. “It’s nice.”

“You like it?”

Katsuki hummed as the linen fluttered in the breeze, enveloping them.

The soft sunlight of the setting sun filtered through the sheets, two shadows kissing among the sheets.

—

Izuku stuck the fire iron into the fireplace, the wood sputtering into a strong flame. The fire was warm, unwavering and strong.

He sat down and wrapped a blanket around himself, watching the flames dance and cast an orange glow over their little cottage.

Izuku was proud of how far they had come. Born into an aristocratic family, neither of them had toiled a day in the fields or earned the roof above their head.

It was oddly soul satisfying to earn your living with their own blood, sweat and tears rather than having your butler procure every object of their whim and fancy.

Their humble little cottage was decorated with small knick knacks they had collected over the months after the war. Trinkets Izuku got for Katuski from the fairs, the special blankets Katsuki had found in a peddler’s cart.

The little simplicities.

Knighted and part of the War Counsel, Izuku and Katsuki were not only responsible for a large troop of soldiers but also their families and livelihood. To train and lead them into war and return victorious.

The Defense Academy had taught them how to kill but not to mourn.

The devastation that the war caused…

Izuku shuddered, running a hand through his scars. Katsuki and Izuku were the only ones left of the cavalry.

And Katsuki barely made it out alive. The image still haunted Izuku at night, the usually vibrant red eyes so lifeless and blank.

Izuku had a moral code when it came to war, a set of principles he lived by.

May we meet under different circumstances

He would whisper a small prayer for his former enemy’s soul to find peace, a small consolation for taking a life.

But when he saw Shigaraki gloating over Katsuki’s body, he went blind with rage.

He went beyond, slaughtering the army in mere minutes, without an ounce of guilt or mortification.

And that’s the part that appalled him. He was happy they were dead. Anyone who had laid a hand on his Kacchan was slain.

And Izuku didn’t regret it one bit. He would do that all over again.

Izuku opened his arms for his husband, Katsuki settling between his legs as Izuku wrapped the blanket around both of them.

“Here, try this.”

“You made pie?” Izuku smiled, taking a bite. “It tastes like Mom’s.”

Katsuki smiled. “It’s her recipe. Letter came Today. Asking us when are we coming back.”

Katsuki traced the scar along his cheekbones and jaw. “It’s been over a year.”

Izuku hummed. “Oh that reminds me.” He got carefully, not jostling Katsuki much as he dug around his rucksack. “I found an apothecary in town.”

He brought out a salve, applying it carefully over Katsuki’s scar.

The two basked in the silence of their little cottage. “Do you want to go home?” Izuku whispered, as though scared to say it out loud.

“Home? Someday.” Katsuki replied. “Not now, but someday. We will right?”

“Someday.” Izuku promised, kissing the hollow of his collarbone.

Someday, they might go back to their homeland but for now, their home lied within each other.

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Okaeri BkDk Week Day 4

Photographs/ Day Off/ Cooking

Katsuki squinted. “What are you doing?”

Izuku looked like a cartoon, balanced on the tip of his toes to reach the back of the kitchen cabinet.

“I was going to cook! For tomorrow’s picnic.” He held up the multi-layer bento Katsuki had laid out for tomorrow.

The Bakugous and Midoriyas had decided to go on a picnic for Hanami. Flower Viewing. The two families used to often go when Katsuki and Izuku were young and the tradition continued.

It wasn’t a day off per say, the two heroes were still on call but not on active duty. Even the Wonder Duo needed time off now and then for their family.

“And give everyone food poisoning?” Katsuki deadpanned. “Don’t you dare touch my stove!”

Izuku grabbed Katsuki by the shoulders before he could snatch the spatula from him and pushed him out of the kitchen. “You always cook, let me do it for once.”

“There’s a reason I cook nerd.”

Izuku was going to ruin his kitchen and turn it upside down, Katsuki’s gut screamed at him to stop.

But his husband’s optimistic, radiant, freckled smile had always been Katsuki’s downfall, bending to his ridiculous requests and every whim and fancy.

“Let me pamper you once in a while.” Izuku kissed him sweetly and promptly threw him out of the kitchen.

“Pampering doesn’t mean doubling my work.” Katsuki sweatdropped. Sighing, he made himself comfortable on the armchair, Cracker curled up in his lap with a book in his hand.

It wasn’t all that bad to put his legs up for a while and take it easy. A quiet, relaxing evening—

A loud booming voice jolted Cracker right off his lap.

“Deku! Don’t use your damn phone while cooking!” Katsuki hollered from the living room.

“I need it for the recipe!” He yelled back.

“I’m coming in!”

“Nooooo! Kacchan!” Izuku shooed him out, threatening to chuck the spatula at him.

Katsuki is mildly offended. “You’re going to set of the fire alarm.”

“That was one time.”

“I’ll only watch over!”

“Nah!”

At this rate, tomorrow’s Hanami lunch was going to be Oreos and Instant Ramen.

“Deku—“

“Kacchan! No means no!”

—

Katsuki left him alone when Izuku was half a mind away from depositing him in the living room by BlackWhip.

The Symbol of Victory paced along the length of their couch and around their coffee table, constantly disturbing Cracker from her cat-nap.

He kept glancing back towards the kitchen, jumping when he heard a crash or a clatter.

“Hey Kacchan? Should I use the pans from the top cabinet?”

Katsuki’s eyes widened but knew it was too late. “No, no, no, no! Don’t ruin my non-stick.” He groaned when he heard the scratching noises, slumping with his head in his hands. “It was new.”

—

“Tada!”

Izuku made jazz hands as he placed a plate before Katsuki. “Taste it!”

Katsuki eyed the food suspiciously. It looked cooked enough but—

“Is this your way of killing me to get the insurance?”

Izuku smacked the back of Katsuki’s head.

Katsuki hesitantly picked up a spoonful. It was Omurice. How hard could he fuck this up? It was simple enough.

If Katsuki’s hand trembled as he brought the spoon towards his mouth, then you’re highly mistaken.

“So…? How is it?” Izuku waited eagerly for the verdict.

Katsuki’s face contorted, rushing to the sink to spit it out. “Are you trying to widow yourself?”

He guzzled down a bottle of water, getting that foul taste out of his mouth. “Just how much salt did you put in dumbass?”

“I followed the recipe exactly Kacchan! It said two spoons of salt and a pinch of olive oil.”

“Deku…” Katsuki’s voice was that of exasperated silence. “It says a pinch of salt and two spoons of olive oil.”

“Oh.”

Katsuki picked up his precious pan full of scratch marks. “You ruined my non-stick for this disaster.”

“It’s just a scratch.”

“I’ll throw this on you!” Katsuki raised the pan like he would a baseball bat.

“Sorry Kacchan! I’ll buy you another one. Promise.”

“The same brand.”

“Yes Kacchan, the same brand.”

“Now move, I’ll make the rest of the bento. Stupid Deku!”

“Noooooo!”

“Wha— you want to kill our parents?”

“Kacchan!” Izuku whined. “I just misread two or three lines. Besides the salt, the food is cooked perfectly right?”

Katsuki paused. Well…..that was true. The egg was fluffy and the rice was not raw. The sauces were perfectly balanced too. It was only the salt.

“Ok then!” Izuku chirped pushing Katsuki into their bedroom. “It’s past your bedtime, go on! I’ll make the bento!”

Katsuki accepted his defeat. Izuku was about as stubborn as a mountain. Unbudging.

Eh! It’ll be like a break for him. He scooped up Cracker and went to bed, trying to drown out the noises form the kitchen, resisting the urge to run in with a fire extinguisher every time Izuku yelped.

—

“Mom, smile!”

Inko looked up just in time as the flash went off, Izuku grinning behind his polaroid camera. Inko was right below a sakura tree, petals falling perfectly in frame.

Katsuki had gotten it for him for his birthday and Izuku had found a new hobby. In a matter of few months he had collected albums (yes, plural) worth of photos of his favourite thing in the whole world— his husband.

Polaroids of Katsuki drooling in his sleep, cooking in the cute yellow apron Izuku had gotten for him, shooing Cracker off the counter with a spatula when he cooked fish.

“Deku! Stop fooling around and get the food out of the car!” Katsuki barked, spreading out the picnic blanket. “Sit down, Auntie.” He grunted and cracked open a soda can for his mother-in-law.

Cracker jumped and curled up in Mitsuki’s lap, stretching her paws. She cooed, scratching the back off the kitten’s ears. Cracker had grown in the past few months, no longer underweight.

Cracker jumped and curled up in Mitsuki’s lap, stretching her paws. She cooed, scratching the back off the kitten’s ears. Cracker had grown in the past few months, no longer underweight.

Izuku picked up his camera, clicking an embarrassing picture of Katsuki.

Katsuki noticed, red eyes turning murderous and chucked the first thing that came to his hand at Izuku’s head. Mitsuki’s straw hat.

“Brat, give it back!”

“Ask your fucking son-in-law!”

Izuku had to admit, he looked good in his mother-in-law’s hat with the big pink bow.

“Kacchan, you look so cute!” He held up the polaroid, Katsuki’s mouth opened wide enough to gobble the onigiri in one bite, a grain of rice sticking to his chin.

“Tear it up.”

“Hell no!” Izuku had better plans. He finally found a picture good enough to place it in the photo frame in his office. He told Katsuki as much.

“Fucking no!” Katsuki didn’t need his co-workers and interns seeing that picture. He had a reputation to maintain dammit! He was Great Explosion Murder God fucking DynaMight.

Izuku yelped, swiftly pulling the photograph out of his reach. Mitsuki and Inko sighed at their grown children, still shoving and wrestling like toddlers. One would think marriage would tame their rivalry down but no…..

Their mothers still held onto a wistful hope.

“Alright you two.” Masaru, ever the peace-maker interjected. “Let’s have lunch.”

”Mhmm, Katsuki-kun this is delicious.” Inko praised, digging in.

“I didn’t make that.” Katsuki didn’t offer any explanation, idly cocking his head in Izuku’s direction. He was too busy enjoying his husband’s cooking.

“I-Izuku made this?”

Izuku scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

“It’s really tasty.” Masaru had moe-moe flowers all around him, proud of his son-in-law.

—

Izuku and Katsuki sat under the sakura tree, legs stretched out as they watched the petals waft in the air.

“From now on, you’re cooking everyday.” Katsuki ordered.

Izuku chuckled, wrapping his arm around Katsuki’s waist. “As you wish.” He winked, the two laughing quietly, as though careful to not disturb the tranquil atmosphere around them.

Katsuki took Izuku’s hands in his, running his thumb over his bandaged knuckles. Izuku had stayed up all night cooking. “You could have let me help you a little.”

“Eh, I need to show off my husband skills every now and then.” Katsuki snorted shaking his head, Izuku pressed his lips against his temple.

Katsuki’s eyes fluttered shut with a soft rare smile.

—

Izuku smiled at the photo frame on his desk. The one picture that powered him through his dreadful day of paperwork. Which was also counter-effective on somedays, reminding him of what’s waiting at home for him, tempting him to shove all the work on the sidekicks and run home.

Speaking off which— he wanted to go home now.

The final picture chosen for the frame was clicked by Masaru— Izuku asleep on Katsuki’s lap, the blond threading his fingers through his hair.

[ticoryblues]

Okaeri BkDk Day 3

Bathing/ Arguments/ Date night

“Dammit Deku!” Izuku sighed as the locker room door slammed shut.

“Not now Kacchan.”

It had been a long day evacuating a collapsed bridge. All he wanted was a long hot shower and not have an argument today of all days. It was supposed to be date night.

Metal boots stomped towards him. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Izuku didn’t dare to look up and tried peeling off his shirt, wincing while the fabric snagged against the fresh wounds.

“I asked you something Midoriya Izuku!” Katsuki’s voice bounced off the walls, echoing.

“Listen it wasn’t my fault!” Izuku said forcefully with a hint of annoyance.

“Oh yeah? So you didn’t rush after the villain mindlessly? Not stopping to check your surroundings?” Katsuki hauled him up by his collar, seething. “You almost got ran over by a truck dammit!”

Izuku did not meet his eyes.

“Would it kill you to stop and think rationally for once?!” Katsuki dragged him into the shower stall, pushing him in unkindly.

“He was getting away.” Izuku argued. He had worked on instinct and as always, it came to bite him back in the ass.

“You and I both know you could have easily caught up to him using Float. Don’t try this bullshit with me. It won’t work!” Katsuki frowned. “The world won’t stop revolving if you take five seconds to use that thick brain of yours for once.”

Katsuki twisted the shower knob harshly, Izuku jumping as the icy cold water doused him. The wet costume stuck to his skin in an unpleasant way.

“You would have been roadkill today.” Katsuki growled, yanking at Izuku’s collar to bring him down to his height. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Years of experience with dealing with Katsuki, Izuku knew the water rolling down the blond’s cheek wasn’t from the shower.

Izuku brushed the blond spikes out of his eyes, cradling Katsuki’s face, thumb wiping the tear streaks away. “I’m right here, Kacchan.”

Red eyes stared back at him, glistening as the shower water stopped. Water droplets rolled down thick eyelashes and down his neck. Katsuki jerked out of his hold, putting distance between them.

Undeterred, Izuku pulled him closer, fingers curling over Katsuki’s elbows, squeezing when Katsuki tried to shrug him off.

He pulled his husband closer, pressing his forehead against his. Katsuki twitched in his grip, pushing his hands off in a feeble attempt, constantly fidgeting, blinking rapidly.

But Izuku was a patient man. He waited.

Waited until Katsuki’s anger subsided, leaning against him.

“Kacchan, look at me.” Izuku’s voice was hoarse and low, fingers coaxing Katsuki’s chin up. “I’m right here. Not going anywhere anytime soon. I promise.”

He pressed his lips against Katsuki’s forehead and stayed there, lingering.

Like a promise.

Katsuki’s hold on his collar tightened.

“I’m right here. Right beside you.” He pressed his temple against his husband’s and the two stood in there in silence, the sound of water falling against the shower tiles.

Katsuki was the first to move away, slightly so to lean up and pressed his lips against Izuku’s. A hand reached up to cradle Katsuki’s head, pulling him closer.

Izuku held on tight.

Katsuki was not the only one rattled by today’s events. Izuku had blindly chased after the villain.

Single minded. Katsuki often scolded him.

In his frenzy to catch them, he hadn’t noticed how the villain had lured him right in the middle of moving traffic.

If Sero hadn’t pulled him away in time….

Izuku trembled at the mere thought. Katsuki’s anger was completely valid and justified.

Katsuki pulled away, looking at his feet and blinked away a lone tear. Izuku pressed his lips against the blond’s cheek, lips trailing down to his neck in an apology. Soft, feather like kisses peppered along his neck and pulse, palm spreading across the small of his back and pulling him closer.

Broad hands squeezed Katsuki’s waist as they backed him against the wall. Izuku attacked his lips, deliberate and languid. Reassuring.

He felt Katsuki relax a little in his hold, pressing their hips together. Izuku pulled away first, breathless, body heat seeping through their drenched clothes. Izuku leaned down again, licking his lips, coaxing him to let him in.

A firm hand pushed him away slowly, Katsuki untangling himself from Izuku’s hold.

“Wha—Kacchan?”

Katsuki looked over his shoulder and scowled. “Don’t think you can distract me this time. I’m still mad at you.”

“But—”

“Finish your shower and get home.” He said quietly and walked out.

Izuku hated when his husband got all quiet on him. And Katsuki knew just how effective the silent treatment was in married life.

—

Katsuki had gone home without him. Izuku was hoping he could bribe him with sweet potatoes from the stall they pass by every night.

Buying a couple as ammunition, Izuku opened the door, greeted by the sound of utensils banging deliberately against each other from the kitchen.

Izuku winced, stepping into their kitchen, making as much noise as possible to announce his arrival. Katsuki pointedly ignored him, slamming the cabinets shut. Izuku hoped they didn’t come apart by the hinges. Again.

He noticed the food laid out on the table.

Popcorn and instant ramen. Their weekly date night staples. The one night Katsuki let him cheat on his diet.

So we’re still on for movie night, huh? Izuku thought to himself. This could be his chance to grovel for forgiveness.

“I got sweet potatoes.” Half phrased like a question, Izuku held up the brown paper bag.

Katsuki glared at him and the paper bag like it had personally raised a finger on his Hero Ranking.

“I—I’ll go put a movie on.” Izuku stammered under the intense gaze, slipping into their living room.

Surfing through Netflix, Izuku found a movie that might save him from being banished to the couch for the week.

Katsuki stormed into the living room, slamming the popcorn bowl on the coffee table.

He settled at the other end of the couch with his ramen bowl, far far away from Izuku.

Izuku ever the tactful, “Where’s my ramen?”

Katsuki shot him a glare that could burn down villages and stormed back into the kitchen and came back, slamming his ramen bowl in front of him.

Izuku gulped, switching on the movie. The Ring.

Katsuki glanced at him sideways. “You little shit.”

“I don’t know you’re talking about, Kacchan.”

“Fucker, don’t play these games with me—”

“Scared?”

Katsuki’s jaw snapped shut with an audible click. He scoffed turning back to the screen.

Izuku reached out for the popcorn bowl on the coffee table but Katsuki beat him to it, snatching it away.

“Katsuki—“

Katsuki looked forward, swatting away Izuku’s hands when he tried to grab a handful of popcorn.

Izuku sighed and leaned back, resting his chin on his palm.

Throughout the movie, Izuku didn’t watch a single scene. No, his entire concentration was on Katsuki.

Given how tough he acted, nobody would have guessed Katsuki was easily spooked by computer graphics and badly done ghost makeup.

Hence the reason why Haunted Houses were the perfect date spot for Izuku, revelling in the clingy Katsuki afterward.

It was an endearing trait.

With every jump scare and ominous background score, the blond flinched and curled on himself, knuckles turning white with the grip he had on the throw pillow.

Now was his chance.

Izuku, not so casually, stretched his arms above his head, hovering near Katsuki’s shoulder but settling on the headrest of the couch when Katsuki scowled at him.

Glaringly obvious, he scooted a little towards Katsuki, the blond leaning into him.

Conveniently, the ghost popped up on the screen, Katsuki jumped, propping his feet up on the couch.

Izuku wrapped an arm around his shoulder, taking it as a win when Katsuki didn’t push his hand off.

A couple of minutes into the backstory, he felt the blond shivering by his side, hiding behind his knees.

Alright this was enough. He’d rather grovel for forgiveness than give him nightmares.

Katsuki looked confused when the screen went blank, Izuku tossing the remote aside and pulling Katsuki closer.

Katsuki protested only a little and ultimately resigned to his fate, falling into Izuku’s arms, sulking.

“Kacchan, listen to me please.”

Katsuki looked away with a pout.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be careful from now on.”

“Our lives are always on the line.” Katsuki said quietly. “The fricking bare minimum I can expect from you is to fucking take care of yourself!” His voice rose with every syllable, lower lip quivering.

Izuku leaned down and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

After a beat, “That was stupid of me.”

Katsuki let out a watery laugh. “Very stupid.”

Izuku chuckled, pressing his lips against his temple. Suddenly he remembered something from the locker room, raising an eyebrow.

“Although…” Katsuki yelped as Izuku pulled him into his lap. The greened haired nerd had a vicious, predatory glint in his eyes. “What was that about me not being distracting enough?”