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Sunlight filtering in through the blowing blue curtains and onto the blonde’s face woke him up. With a slight scowl he threw a hand over his face and took a deep breath, he could tell by the smell of the room—that cold, fresh air smell—that Izuku had left the window open overnight. He squinted, looking to the sheer fabric dancing in the morning breeze to confirm. Ugh, he'd told Izuku a million times not to leave it open, but he couldn't bring himself to be annoyed with him this morning. Not today.
First thing, he reaches over and feels around his bedside table. He puts in his hearing aids and allows the sounds of the world coming into focus. He hears a sleepy groan from behind him, and smiles.
Rolling over, he sees the tan, scarred, muscular expanse of Izuku's back and can't help but admire the view. Freckles washed over his shoulders and onto his arms, and Katsuki can't help but snuggle close, kissing a few.
The gentle kisses rouse the nerd out of deep sleep and he hums contentedly. Katsuki props himself up on one elbow to look at his face, long green lashes fluttering and a freckled cheek squished against the pillow. Katsuki runs a finger over the scar of the cheek facing him, after all of these years still mourning the loss of the freckles that used to adorn it.
“Tickles…” Izuku mumbles, still groggy.
Katsuki simply hums in response and lays back down to spoon him, absorbing his warmth.
“Time’s it?”
“‘Bout seven.”
“Kokomi-”
“Yeah, I know. I got her.” Katsuki sighs and squeezes Izuku once more, kissing the lovely spot where his neck meets his shoulder, before sliding out of bed.
He puts on a pair of black sweatpants and slips on his house shoes, they've got bunnies on them. Izuku got them for him a few Christmases ago, and they're comfortable…
He walks into their daughter's room, a baby blue nursery decorated with all kinds of cutesy things and ruffles and All Might merch and hero memorabilia, all kinds of stuffed toys piled high, a shelf full of books, and hundreds of toys in neat compartments. They really spoil her.
The little girl in question, Kokomi, is standing up in her crib, smiling and bouncing as she sees her papa.
“Hi honey, good morning.” Katsuki greets her, in a soft voice he's reserved only for her and Izuku.
She makes grabby hands at him and coos,
“You excited too? Today's the day.” Katsuki can't help but smile as he scoops her up and kisses her cheek.
He admires his baby for a moment, appreciating her black hair and eyes, and her tan skin. They'd adopted her as a newborn. Izuku had saved her from the rubble of a fallen building after a devastating villain attack, brought her home, and that was that. The whole parenting thing was kinda sprung on him, but he's come to love her like breathing.
He brings her into the kitchen to start making everybody some breakfast, including pouring her some breast milk they'd gotten from Mina as her babies are about the same age as Koko. He decides on pancakes as the main dish, though they're not his favorite. Izuku loves a sweet breakfast, and he needs today to go perfectly. He hears the shower running as he moves about the kitchen, beating eggs, and shredding potatoes. He wishes he could join Izuku in the shower… but those kinds of activities would have to wait for later. Hopefully.
Kokomi giggles as Katsuki does silly little dances around the kitchen to hype himself up for the day. He knows what songs she likes when he plays, as she always smacks her high chair table in excitement and wriggles about when she hears the familiar tunes.
“Good morning!” Izuku smiles as he eventually walks into the room, more awake now. Droplets of water still clinging to his curls and making his shirt stick to him where Katsuki can see the outlines of his abs…
Damn, he really is excited this morning, isn't he? He's just giddy, he guesses. Anticipating his plans for the day and all.
Izuku kisses Kokomi, picking her up and twirling her around, much to her delight, before coming to peer over Katsuki's shoulder at what he's cooking.
“Mm! That looks delicious.” His mouth waters slightly at the delicious aromas filling the room,
“Course, I'm making it.” Katsuki smirks, turning around to look up at Izuku.
When Izuku had first hit that late growth spurt in their early twenties and ended up a few inches taller than him, he was furious. He'd always taken pride in the fact that Izuku literally had to look up to him. But he supposes this is more fitting, and makes sense given their anatomy. He places a quick peck on Izuku's cheek before turning back to his cooking.
“You just missed the performance, though.” Katsuki laughs, and Kokomi claps her little hands,
“What!? Nooooo Kacchan!”
“Sorry! You took a shower and I didn't even get an invite, so we had a little dance party on our own time thank you.”
“Come on, don't I get a little bit of a show? Shake it for me!”
“God, shut up..” Katsuki laughs incredulously, a faint blush dusting his cheeks, “you're stupid..”
“I'm stupid? Wow Kacchan, that was lame.”
Izuku continues to tease him which gets Kokomi riled up, and Izuku moves to change the music.
The opening notes of ‘At Last’ by Etta James begin, the romantic violin filling the kitchen as Izuku sways around with Kokomi.
“Come on Kacchan, you know you can't resist this one~”
Katsuki sighs and hangs his head in surrender, laughing. This is the song that had been playing when Izuku first kissed him, and when they had their first time, and when they moved in together, and they request it for every slow dance at every hero gala. It's theirs. Truly their song. Katsuki will occasionally sing it for Kokomi, too. Funny how Izuku chose this song on this morning.
He turns down the heat on the stove as walks over to his partner, letting Izuku take hold of his waist and sway with him as he sings along—pretty badly, but it's perfect. And as he dances he's filled with utter gratitude, and a love that warms him from his feet up. He's grateful to this song, and for this home, for this baby, for this man whose eyes are sparkling at him like diamonds, and for the diamond ring in his pocket.
“You're a real dork.”
“You love it.”
“I do.”
‘I do’... Katsuki thinks, sounds nice.
Their breakfast table is filled with debates and borderline bickering. Because as they wake up, so does their competitive nature. It's always loving, filled with banter and lobbed insults. It's them. Even after they got together they never really lost that ‘rivals and best friends’ attitude towards one another, and that followed them into adulthood. They always had this deep unexplained love for each other, whether they knew it or not, so their relationship has pretty much stayed the exact same, if not strengthened.
“Look, Izu. You weren't even there! It was a pretty damn awesome decision in the moment.” He counters, setting a plate of hash browns and diced strawberries in front of Koko, who immediately digs in.
“And it was! I'm just saying, your agency is gonna get a big fat bill for property damage.”
“Add it to the pile.”
“Exactly my point.”
Katsuki breathes, knowing the good nature at the moment could quickly spur into a real argument. And he didn't need that today.
“I'm sorry, you're right.” He leans over to kiss his cheek.
“Woah.”
“What?”
“Nah, that was just.. easy.” Izuku smiles and raises his eyebrow, maybe a little suspicious of Katsuki's behavior.
“I can't admit that I'm wrong?”
“You can! You do. It's nothing.
“Tch, it'd better be nothing.”
Kokomi burps as she finishes her food, face now covered in strawberry juice and potato. Her fathers share a laugh at her expense before Izuku wipes off her face.
“So… dinner.” Katsuki starts, rather awkwardly.
“Dinner? We're eating breakfast.”
“No, I know. I mean, I'm taking you to dinner. Tonight.”
“Alright, where?”
“I mean… without Koko.”
Izuku frowns slightly, confused.
“Shitty Hair said he'd watch her for the night?” Katsuki smiles hopefully,
Izuku gives him a little frown, he hates being away from Kokomi unless it's necessary.
“Please, Izu- let me take you to dinner, baby. I've already got a reservation. Real fancy. Hotel nearby~”
Izuku laughs softly and smacks him on the arm, “You're stupid.”
“I'm stupid? Wow, Deku. That was so lame.”
“And I've sent you her bedtime playlist, you have to start it at 6:30 or she'll never go down-”
“Don't sweat it Bakubro! We know how specific babies are.” Kirishima pats his back, taking Kokomi into his arms as Izuku brings in all of her things for the night.
“You'd better, because if I come back and find that she's off schedule I'll fucking kill you.”
“Yeah, we're aware.” Mina rolls her eyes, “Now you kids go have fun.”
Izuku smiles and kisses Kokomi's cheek, earning a giggle, “Bye sweetie. Thanks guys.”
Katsuki hangs back, giving Kirishima a look that paints his nerves perfectly.
“Go get em’ tiger.”
It isn't strange that Katsuki is overthinking the details of the night, checking his hair in the mirror, and making sure Izuku doesn't look a mess. He always wants them to look presentable, probably learned behavior from his parents. He's wearing a navy blue dress shirt, black dress pants, pinchy black shoes and a sleek watch. His favorite of his small collection. Izuku gifted it to him a few Christmases ago, and the engraving on the side reminds him of how far he's come, and of his love, every day.
この手を永遠に握り続ける
He's made sure Izuku looks just as perfect. Wearing a handsome deep green that complements his complexion, bringing warmth to his skin. Izuku never complains when Katsuki dolls him up real nice for dates, it's a form of affection. A way of knowing his Kacchan cares.
Katsuki's grip on the steering wheel has become deadly, he grinds his teeth and taps his foot. The sounds around him are all too much and too frustrating. It's already seven, their reservation is for eight. He ideally would've liked to have been a little early… The radio, the honking of horns, the yelling, god this is a disaster. He wants to rip his hearing aids out of his fucking head. His chest feels tight all of a sudden and he can feel himself starting to sweat. This dress shirt is so uncomfortable, can traffic fucking hurry up already!?
“Hey.” A soft voice breaks through the madness of his thoughts, kind eyes meet his when he turns to the godsend of a sound, “It's alright.” Izuku puts a hand on his thigh.
“We're gonna be late..” He grumbles,
“I'll call the restaurant, kay?”
Katsuki huffs, “...Okay.”
Izuku dials the number and speaks politely into the phone: “Hello? My partner made a reservation for eight o'clock. Bakugou. Yes, we're stuck in a nasty traffic jam a ways away and I- oh. Uhm…” Izuku glances at him quickly, worriedly, “Alright. Yes, thank you. It's no problem, I'll tell him. Thanks, bye… They said they wouldn't be able to hold the table if we were to miss our reservation-”
“What!?”
“But it's alright! I'm sure this traffic will clear right up real soon.”
“That's bullshit!? Do they know who I am- who we are!? Let me call them back!”
“Kacchan, it's alright.”
“Like hell it's alright!”
Izuku sighs, not appreciating Katsuki's outburst. In realizing his partner's discontent he switches gears, laying a head on his steady shoulder, broad and firm. He smells amazing..
“M’sorry…”
“I know you're frustrated.”
“I wanted everything to be perfect. We haven't had a date night in forever, it was supposed to be perfect..”
“When have things ever gone perfectly for us?” Izuku smiles, humor evident in his tone,
“Every day I spend with you is pretty perfect, nerd.”
“Then there you go. We don't need fancy dinner plans. We just need you and me.”
Katsuki watches as the clock on the dashboard ticks past eight, and lets the anxiety leave his body, accepting the wrench that had been thrown in his plans. Instead of stressing about a perfect night and a perfect proposal, he watches the sunset with the love of his life. Watches the magnificent orange paint Izuku's face, and falls in love with him all over again, all at once, and he feels tears threaten his pride. Fuck his pride. He cries at just how beautiful Izuku is and then laughs at the absurdity of his emotions. Izuku takes notice and starts laughing as well, somehow understanding Katsuki's feelings without a single word.
“I love you!”
“I love you!”
The two continue laughing and share a few sweet kisses.
“How old are we again?” Katsuki giggles, a little breathless,
“Twenty-five I believe.”
“I feel fifteen.”
“Me too..”
“...God, we have a baby.”
“We do.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Katsuki huffs and sits back, enjoying the view of the bright-ass orange and pink, that wonderful flurry of color, succumbing to the night. The comforting dark and the beautiful glittering stars. He tilts his head to look at the man beside him once more, and decides he likes this view a little better.
“...Wanna get a burger?”
They manage their way out of the traffic jam and onto an exit, leaving behind the road to that stupid fancy schmancy restaurant with that stupid dress code and reservations and blah, and take their own. Katsuki pulls into the drive through of the first fast-food restaurant he spots and orders for the both of them. Burgers and fries and sodas. Y’know, all the real shitty greasy junk that usually he'd never allow them to eat. But tonight is a good night, a special night. He's accepting those shitty greasy junk filled parts of himself even now in this very moment.
“Wait! Kacchan, take a left here.”
“Why? That road’ll take us into the middle of fuckin’ nowhere.”
“Just trust me.”
Katsuki gives Izuku an unconvinced look, but takes the road anyway. It's made of dirt and winds through tall trees, something about it feels familiar.
“Finally gonna kill me out here?”
“Dang, you got me Kacchan.”
“Yeah, you're not slick.”
Soon the trees disperse, opening up onto a small cliff overlooking the city. The glowing lights of the buildings look like tiny fires burning just for them. Katsuki knows this place.
“Been a while since we've come here, huh?”
“Since graduation, was it?”
“Think so.”
Katsuki parks and hops out of the car, wandering about the nostalgic place. He walks over to a tree and feels its thick trunk, traces the scar of their initials engraved into its wood. He remembers Izuku carving this on their first anniversary…
They free themselves from their sweaty dress shirts, Katsuki having a black tank top underneath, and Izuku a white t-shirt. The night breeze keeps them cool, while the fact it's summer keeps them from freezing.
Izuku sits on the front of the car, leaning against the windshield and absorbing the view of the city, the sky acting as a breathtaking backdrop, and begins to eat his unhealthy meal. Katsuki soon joins him and they just… talk. They catch up. They laugh like best friends do, and they kiss like lovers do.
“You taste like ketchup, nerd.”
“Mm! Yum!”
“Shut up and die.”
“But who'd take care of you then?”
“Me. I'd take care of myself.”
“Nah.”
“Nah!? You don't think I can?”
“You wouldn’t like it. You'd miss me coddling you.”
“Tch, you don't ‘coddle’ me.”
“I do more than you think. And you'd miss it.”
“Ugh.. maybe a little, okay?”
“A lot.”
“...A lot.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I know.”
“For the rest of our lives, remember?”
An energy shift, more meaning. Deeper.
“Yeah, I remember.”
Katsuki wipes his mouth and clears his throat. “I uh.. I promised you that a long time ago, and I've tried every single day since then to keep up that promise. And I know I've stumbled at some points, fucked up, said things I didn't mean, all of that shit… but you're still here. And I get to compete with you every day, and whether I win or you do at the end of the day we're still… us. Together. We win together and we lose together. But I never lose when I'm with you.”
“Kacchan..?”
Katsuki's slid off the car now, and is pacing in front. The city lights behind him create an unspeakably beautiful picture. Like he's untouchable, surrounded by tens of millions of fireflies.
“I'm gonna keep fucking up, I can promise that. But I also promise to make it up to you every time I fuck up. Okay? And you make me feel like I'm a person. Not a symbol, not a hero, not anything I don't have to be.”
Izuku has a pretty good idea of what's happening now and is properly bawling his eyes out, but still trying to stay quiet so that Katsuki can finish what he's saying. He gets off the car too and joins him. Katsuki wipes the tears off of his freckled cheek, and his scarred one too. Both sides just as precious to him.
“Marry me.” He whispers, before taking a knee, “Please?”
The black box is retrieved from his pocket, and opened to reveal a golden band, with a ruby encrusted in the middle and diamonds on either side.
Time seems to slow. Katsuki can't hear a damn thing other than Izuku's blubbering, which makes him laugh a little, and the car’s radio station in the distance.
“All right Japan, I know we've got some listeners cuddling up with a special someone. This one's for you, lovebirds~”
The sound of violins begin to fill the air, ‘At Last’ by Etta James for the second time today. Immediately recognized by both of them, smiles bless their faces and Izuku begins to nod his head excitedly.
“Yes! Yes I'll marry you!”
Katsuki smiles and slips the ring onto Izuku's finger, where it belongs.
Tears flow down both of their faces as they meet for a kiss. Breathing each other in with practiced movements, the salt of their tears going well with the sweetness of the moment.
“Who needs a stupid ass restaurant. This is great.” Izuku laughs through joyful sobs,
“Glad you think so.”
“Mhm. I do. Plus..”
“What?”
“Who needs a fancy hotel? We've got this beauty right here.” Izuku nods towards the car.
“Oh my god, dork.”
“What? You don't wanna?”
“Of course I wanna- get your ass in that car, idiot!”
Izuku laughs as Katsuki shoves him, slapping his ass as he runs back to the car. Katsuki cleans up their food trash and finds a nearby garbage bin, and by the time he makes it back Izuku has shoved Kokomi's car seat into the trunk and folded the seats all the way back. Izuku himself is laid back, one knee bent. He's obviously attempting ‘sexy’.
“Horny ass…”
Katsuki climbs in the backseat with him, and into the arms of his fiancé. Fiancé. He can hardly believe his luck. The #1 hero in Japan (at the moment, the two are always swapping first and second place in the ranks), a symbol of hope, this truly kind soul packaged in a godly body, is all his. And he makes sure to appreciate it whenever he can.
The music is drowned out in most part by their heavy breaths, Izuku’s fingers rocking and curling inside Katsuki's heat. After so many years Izuku knows his body like it's his own.
“Yeah nerd… fuck…” Katsuki grinds his hips in time with Izuku's hand, nodding sharply when a thick finger circles his g-spot in teasing motions.
Their clothes have long since been forgotten, and Izuku admires the body beneath him as he works it. The sheen layer of sweat, glittering in the low light, the dreamy look in those pleasure-filled eyes, the flush on his pale cheeks, sharp muscles tensing and flexing and relaxing under every caress… he could live in this moment forever. He blesses Katsuki's skin with reverent kisses. Along his collarbone and across his neck, leaving little red marks that are sure to bloom into wonderful bruises by morning. He can't help but bite occasionally as well, cause Katsuki's just too damn cute like this. His lips travel down across his pecs, teasing his sensitive nipples with his tongue, and moves to worship the faded, jagged scars on the underside of his chest. These scars weren't left by a villain, no battle, but a personal fight of Katsuki's. One to embrace himself in his entirety. These scars are Izuku's favorite because they represent the man he loves being true to himself.
Izuku removes his fingers and crawls up, bracing himself with his forearms on either side of Katsuki's blushing face.
“Can I?” He whispers, aligning himself already,
“Yeah..”
He pushes inside Katsuki’s tight walls with a reverent sigh, Katsuki already fluttering around him.
“It's been so long…” He breathes, before beginning to thrust slowly, deeply.
“Mm-” Katsuki's breath catches, never failing to appreciate just how well his fiancé knows his body after so many years together. “Remember our first time?”
“Of course I do..” Izuku laughs, “It was terrible.”
Katsuki laughs in agreement. And it's true, it really was pretty awful. They were 16 and knew nothing about sex other than what they'd heard about from their friends, what they'd heard in health class, and what they'd seen in movies. Katsuki had insisted it be pitch black, all lights off. He was still deeply insecure about his body at the time and Izuku respected that. Katsuki tried to go down on him but it was… not good. And then they tried penetration and Izuku lasted less than a minute. They were both so embarrassed to speak to each other afterwards that people had thought they'd broken up. They made up after Izuku had a nightmare and came to Katsuki's dorm crying about his death, they cuddled, and they kissed, and they did it right.
The car’s windows are fogged and the entire vehicle begins to rock as their enthusiasm builds. Their kisses become sloppy and desperate, something they can cling to as they force one another over the edge.
Izuku pants and smiles like a dork as he wipes the sweat from his forehead with his palm, and brushes it back into his hair. “Wow.”
Katsuki, still twitching, looks up at his adoring fiancé, his fat cheeks flushed and his stupid chest heaving. He scowls. “You're so stupid.”
“Stupid, huh?” Izuku kisses his cheek, “Well you're lame.”
First thing in the morning they go to collect their baby, hearts melting as they reunite with her sleepy smiley self.
“You're glowing dude, I assume that means things went well?” Kirishima raises a teasing brow,
“Yeah, fuckface.” Katsuki can't help but smile bashfully, feeling like he's back in high school with a crush at the new development of their engagement.
Kokomi picks up on her fathers’ energy and in turn into a very happy baby, laughing and clapping as Izuku shows off his ring.
Izuku then turns back to Mina and Kirishima, who are beaming with joy for their friends. This engagement has been a long time coming, “Thank you guys for watching her.”
“Anytime! Really! The kids love her, they've gotta get together again soon.” Mina assures, handing Katsuki back all of Kokomi's things,
“Definitely.”
That night after Koko had been put down for the night, the two newly engaged men cuddle up together to watch their favorite All Might film from when they were kids.
Katsuki loves this movie, but he can't help his disinterest tonight. His gaze rather falls on the soft curls tickling his cheek, the colors from the screen dancing across that lovely baby face, those emerald eyes sparkling excitedly no matter the fact he'd seen this film a million times. The dork.
'He's really mine... Wow.’
His eyes wander down to the larger, scarred hand holding onto his own, newly adorned with a ring. An engagement ring. He places a soft kiss on the green plains of Izuku's hair, smelling his shampoo. And he knows, at this moment, that he'll be stupid and lame for Izuku every single day, in every step, in every breath, and in every beat of his heart. As long as it takes. For the rest of their lives, at last.