Chapter Text
seven years, one olympics, two gold medals, and one (and a half) broken bones later
“Izuku! Where are my damn gloves?”
“In the laundry room! On top of the dryer in the fancy warming machine!”
“You idiot, that’s supposed to be for my boots!”
“It works for both!”
“It’s not supposed to work for both!”
“Wait, I can’t hear you! Can you just come over here and yell at me in bed instead?”
“You are so annoying, Izuku!”
“But you love me!”
“Love is a spectrum, nerd!”
Izuku laughs lightly as he flops back onto the sheets, squinting slightly at the rays of sunshine peeking through the blinds. He exhales loudly before turning to the empty spot beside him and shifting slightly so his head rests on Katsuki’s pillow. He closes his eyes and inhales sharply, trying to memorize the smell of his shampoo, the indent in his pillow where his head lay, how the sun framed his face delicately, almost angelic, if Izuku woke up early enough to admire him.
He reluctantly pulls back and lays on his back, sighing, before sitting up, pulling his knees to his chest and tugging the sheets over him. He lets his eyes travel across their room, lingering on all of the little things that symbolized their home together. Katsuki’s sweatshirt thrown across a chair, Izuku’s notebooks scattered across the desk, two gold medals hanging in a wooden frame on the wall, Katsuki’s half empty tea cup sitting on a book on his bedside table, a hung photograph of the two of them biting their medals after the last Olympics, next to the one of the two of them as kids, laughing in front of the lake.
He hugs his knees to his chest, tilting his head and putting his cheek on his knee as he gazes around the room again. He hated having to leave home, leave this, and all the things that reminded him of Katsuki. He picks his head up as he hears footsteps trailing to their room and he smiles as Katsuki comes bustling into the room, quickly kissing Izuku’s forehead before turning to their closet and rifling through it, tapping his foot impatiently and grumbling.
Izuku watches him quietly as he aggressively takes out his clothes, throwing them into a duffel bag by his feet. Izuku stays silent as he watches him stalk over to his bedside table, rummaging through the drawer, still grumbling to himself. Izuku shakes his head before leaning towards Katsuki’s side of the bed and tilting his head sweetly up at Katsuki, who still looked irritated.
“Kacchannn.”
“What?”
“Come lay down with me.”
“I gotta finish packing.”
“You don’t have to go for hours and you’re just getting grumpy. Come on, lay with me,” Izuku pleads, lightly grabbing Katsuki’s fingers with his, tugging him down slightly.
“Izuku.”
“Please, Kacchan?” Izuku looks up at him, batting his eyelashes and sticking his bottom lip out ever so slightly.
Katsuki looks down at him, sighs and rolls his eyes before stripping off his shirt and throwing it into their laundry bin. He turns back to Izuku, takes a running start and leaps on top of him, crushing him into their mattress.
"Kacchan—" Izuku wheezes out from below him, slightly muffled.
“Didn’t you want me to lay with you?” Katsuki says innocently, feigning confusion in his voice as he feels Izuku shift and shove him off.
Izuku gasps for air as his face pops back up from between the pillows, flushed and panting.
“You could’ve killed me!”
“What a lame way to go out.”
“Crushed by Kacchan is not a bad way to go out.”
“Kinky.”
“Shut up.”
Katsuki laughs as he pulls Izuku into his chest, letting his arms settle around him as Izuku shifts and curls into him, his body almost completely splayed over Katsuki’s. One arm quickly wraps around his middle while the other traces along Katsuki’s abs and chest before delicately brushing his fingers along his collarbone.
“You don’t leave until tonight, why are you running around like this?” Izuku asks, sighing against Katsuki’s chest as his fingertips lightly trace up the muscles along his shoulders. One of Katsuki’s hands gently brushes along his back while the other works its way into Izuku’s hair, allowing his hand to cup the back of Izuku’s head and softly massage his curls. Izuku feels the tension melt from his body as Katsuki relaxes against him into the bed, sighing and pressing his lips to Izuku’s forehead. Izuku smiles to himself, the fact that he could feel the stress leaving their bodies when they laid together still made his heart warm.
“Just wanna make sure I got everything. I’m not having a repeat of Aspen when we accidentally swapped boots.”
“I still stand by the fact you could’ve still won if you snowboarded.”
“I only snowboard with you, dummy, that’s just for us, you know that.”
Izuku hums in response, his fingers still trailing along Katsuki’s collarbone as he tries to keep his focus with Katsuki’s hands massaging his scalp and his light fingertips burning against the bare skin on his back. Izuku sighs happily but the lingering knowledge that they would be continents away from each other in just a few hours gnawed at Izuku’s stomach.
He knew their lives would get busier leading up to the Olympics, they had been busy before their last one, but they were so new, so naive, that everything was fresh and exciting. But now, Izuku had gotten used to quiet mornings with Katsuki, where they laid in bed with coffee and just watched the snow silently fall through the trees outside their window. Quiet afternoons where they journeyed back to their terrain park, sipping on hidden bottles of Fireball and awarding good tricks with kisses underneath snowy trees. Quiet nights where they would stretch out on the couch, Izuku sketching out his routines on one side, Katsuki reading a book on the other, not speaking, but with their legs tangled together and Katsuki’s knuckles lazily brushing back and forth against Izuku’s knee.
With the Olympics only a few months away, they were being touted all over the world, seemingly never in the same place at the same time. Their days were slowly being overtaken by press tours, sponsorship appearances, rehab appointments and grueling training sessions, and Izuku found himself desperately grasping onto any moment of solitude he could with Katsuki.
Suddenly, Izuku felt the overwhelming urge to cry.
“Kacchan, do you have to go?” Izuku asks, cringing at how pathetic he sounds, but picks his head up to rest his chin on Katsuki’s chest, putting on his best puppy dog eyes, but Katsuki just rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
“Yes, I told you, you clingy nerd. I can’t miss this Swiss race and you can’t miss that event in Denver.”
“But it’s our anniversary tomorrow!” Izuku whines, pouting, and Katsuki leans down to nip at his bottom lip with his teeth, making Izuku swat him away as he laughs, but Katsuki then brings his hand up to gently run his fingers through Izuku’s hair as he sighs.
“I know, it sucks, but we have to make at least some public appearances before the Olympics. People already think we dropped off the face of the fucking earth after the last one.”
“Why don’t you just come with me instead? There will be other races you can do before then.” Izuku tries, tilting his head into Katsuki’s hand.
“Izuku.” Katsuki says firmly, his hand stilling as he looks down, and Izuku frowns, burying his head back into Katsuki’s chest, trying to push back his tears, and failing. Katsuki shifts to hold his face with one hand, his thumb brushing along Izuku’s cheek as he brushes away the tears he can reach as his voice softens, “Izuku, hey. What’s wrong? What’s going on in that big head of yours, huh?”
Izuku sniffs, squeezing his eyes shut to avoid Katsuku’s concerned gaze, feeling a few pathetic tears escape as he opens them again to see Katsuki still looking at him, eyebrows furrowed in concern, eyes darting across Izuku’s face to try and understand what prompted his pity party.
“It’s dumb, Kacchan.”
“Just tell me, I’ll decide if it’s dumb,” Katsuki responds, his eyes never leaving Izukus as he stays silent, “Izuku, talk to me.”
“I-I just miss you.” Izuku sniffles, glancing down to try and avoid eye contact, failing as Katsuki moves his face to force him to look at him.
“Is that it?” Katsuki asks, his voice soft but slightly amused as his thumb traces along Izuku’s cheekbone and Izuku involuntarily leans into his warm palm again.
“We’re both just so busy leading up to the next games, we don’t get as much time with just us, we’re always being pulled in two, literally different nautical directions. I-I just miss having you to myself like this.”
Katsuki brushes along his cheek one last time before groaning and pulling Izuku up against his chest in a bone crushing hug.
“Oof— Kacchan, I can’t— not breathing— Kacchan." Izuku wheezes out, feeling the air squeezed out his lungs but he then feels Katsuki inhale shakily before slightly releasing his hold on him. He tilts Izuku's chin up with one finger to force him to look up at him, his eyes gentle but scanning Izuku’s face to gauge his feelings.
“I miss you, too. All the damn time. Can’t tell you how many dumb press tours I sit through where the only thing that gets me through is coming home to you.” Katsuki responds, smiling at the end of his sentence as he thinks of the warm arms, light laughter and ‘Kacchan! You’re home!’ enveloping him as he walks in their door every day.
“And there is nothing more that I hate than being away from you, let alone multiple fucking time zones away. But you,” he releases his finger to poke at Izuku’s nose, making him laugh, “need to go to that event so the world can see how insanely talented and just plain insane you are, not just me.”
“You know, you always bring up my craziness as a negative, but I think you actually like it.”
“Yeah, it’s hot as hell when you’re not breaking yourself.”
“Oh, but nurse Kacchan is so nice.”
“Nurse Kacchan is so nice because you’re hopped up on pain meds and fuckin loopy as shit. Think it’d be a human rights violation if I was mean to you.”
“No, because I distinctly remember you so lovingly feeding me soup when I broke my collarbone.”
“Then you remember spilling it on yourself and crying as I cleaned it up?”
“…No.”
“Mhmm, that’s what I thought, dummy.” Katsuki huffs out a laugh, leaning down and kissing Izuku’s lips gently for a moment, before pulling back but keeping his hand holding Izuku’s cheek.
Izuku sighs and closes his eyes, leaning his face further into Katsuki’s palm, savoring the light brushes from his warm fingertips along his cheek that still leave him lightheaded after all these years.
“I don’t think I’m ever going to stop missing you when one of us leaves.” Izuku says softly, eyes still closed, bringing his hand that was around Katsuki to gently hold the one on his face, his thumb brushing along the back of Katsuki’s hand.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. No medal beats this.” Izuku opens his eyes and sees Katsuki gazing down at him softly, his eyes slowly tracing along Izuku’s features, like he was trying to memorize every angle.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Katsuki leans forward and kisses his forehead, “Nothing.”
Izuku sighs again as Katsuki gently places his head back on his chest, lazily running his hands through his hair as Izuku listens to his heartbeat under Katsuki’s warm skin.
“You’re forgetting about the one positive we have, being so busy and far away from each other all the time.” Katsuki says nonchalantly, dragging his fingers up and down Izuku’s back.
“Mmm, what’s that?”
“Our insanely good ‘I missed you’ sex.”
“Kacchan!!”
“Don’t act like I’m fucking wrong, nerd. I distinctly remember, when was it, after Oslo two years ago? The door was barely opened before you were—"
“Kacchan! Stop it! We agreed to never bring up the old lady housekeeping incident again! I thought you were just putting on a funny old woman voice!” Izuku buries his head in Katsuki’s chest, and he can feel the warmth of his flushed cheeks against his bare skin as he laughs out, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pulling him as close to him as he can.
“I’m honestly shocked you didn’t kill her, she was like fucking 90.”
“Shut up!”
Katsuki laughs and tries to savor the warmth in his arms, feeling Izuku pressed against him in every possible way, but it still feels like it’s not enough, even with his green haired idiot stuck to his side like glue.
God, he loved him so much, it scared him sometimes. If he thought about losing him for too long, he’d start to practically hyperventilate. Those days and weeks without each other were not easier on Katsuki. By the end of his trips, he was practically biting off the heads of every person who talked to him, only feeling the tension melt away when he felt familiar, warm arms wrapping around him.
He wanted Izuku forever. He wanted to sit on their couch, listening to Izuku ramble on about his newest favorite trick with his head in his lap as Katsuki played with his hair. He wanted to sit by their fireplace while he massaged Izuku’s shoulders after competitions, feeling his relaxed breathing under his fingertips. He wanted to sit and drink with him in the lodge after their runs, laughing about whatever dumb thing Kaminari convinced Shinsou to do that day. He wanted to stand at the bottom of their mountain with Inko in their matching hats and watch the love of his life defy physics. He wanted all of it forever.
Suddenly, Katsuki didn’t understand why they were waiting. He knew Izuku was the one for him, the only one he’d ever want by his side, the only one who could keep up with him and push him the way Izuku could. They’d be intertwined for their whole lives, and Katsuki could scarcely imagine any sort of life without Izuku in it, and definitely didn’t want to.
Katsuki glances down at Izuku, his eyes tracing along his face, watching his dark eyelashes fan out across his freckled face, the slight flush still present on his cheeks, his dimples just barely present, and Katsuki decides he is the prettiest thing he will ever see.
“Izuku?”
“Mm?”
“Marry me.”
“What?!”
“You heard me. Let’s get married. Next year. After the Olympics.”
“But—”
“Izuku, I love you. So damn much. You’ve been it for me since day one. I told you, I want you next to me for the rest of our lives, until we’re old and grey and probably a hazard on the slopes. Why can’t the rest of our lives start now?” Katsuki asks, his voice teetering on a whine towards the end.
Izuku just stares at him, open mouthed and silent, and Katsuki feels himself start to panic slightly as he rambles on.
“I-I don’t have a ring or anything and this isn’t the most romantic way to do this but fuck, Izuku, I don’t want to wait anymore for some hypothetical perfect time. I want you forever and I want forever to start as soon as possible.”
Izuku’s mouth opens and closes as little gasps sneak their way out before he finally closes his mouth and gulps, looking down at Katsuki’s chest.
“You really want to marry me?” He asks softly, eyes still trained below him.
“More than anything.”
“A-Anything?”
“Anything, you damn nerd. Olympic gold included. I just want you.”
Izuku finally looks up at him, eyes shining before his expression shifts and he frowns, suddenly slapping Katsuki’s chest hard and shaking his head.
“Ow! What the hell was that for!? You could’ve just fucking said no!” Katsuki complains, looking wildly at Izuku’s irritated face.
“No, Kacchan, you ruined my plan! I-I had everything set, I was going to ask you to marry me after you won your second gold! I even had such a good pun about you needing more gold jewelry to match! I-I thought you’d want to wait until you had at least two, maybe three Olympics under your belt! Oh my god, Kirishima is going to kill me.”
“Why the hell are you bringing that idiot up right now?”
“He was helping me! H-He helped me pick out what ring you might like, he was planning the engagement party if you said yes, he was even trying to convince our high school teams to come! Oh my god, Mina is going to be so mad at me.” Izuku buries his face into Katsuki’s chest again and shakes his head as Katsuki laughs and pulls his face up with two hands to look at him.
“You’re a loser, you know that? You were gonna propose to me with a pun?”
“But—”
“I’m sorry for ruining your grand plan to woo me, okay?” Katsuki laughs softly, letting Izuku lay back on his chest, who just rolls his eyes with a huff as Katsuki gently runs his hand through his hair, “But baby, you still haven’t given me an answer.”
Izuku’s head flies off his chest and he accidentally punches Katsuki in the stomach in his attempt to shift and look at him.
“Oof, fuck, Izuku, I told you already, you can just say no—"
“Kacchan, of course I’ll marry you!” Izuku’s eyes are wild and bright as he nods frantically and Katsuki feels the air finally rush to his lungs as he looks up at Izuku’s smile, his dimples sunk deep in his cheeks as he practically buzzes with energy.
“Yeah?” Katsuki breathes out, nerves still slightly on edge.
“Yes! Yes!” Izuku dives into his chest again, wrapping his arms firmly around Katsuki’s waist as Katsuki brings his arms around his shoulders to pull him in as close as he can before exhaling deeply. He feels Izuku’s happy giggles against his chest and the familiar feeling of wet tears on his bare skin as he buries his face in Izuku’s hair, trying to use the smell of Izuku’s shampoo to calm him down.
Izuku sighs against him, tilting his head up slightly to look at Katsuki, who’s brain will always short circuit for a moment when he sees Izuku’s big, green eyes gazing up at him like this.
“I love you.” He says quietly, a soft smile permanently etched on his face.
“I love you, too. Fuck, so much.”
“For the rest of our lives?” Izuku sighs happily, pressing his cheek against Katsuki’s chest, tightening his hold around his waist, desperate to hold onto him for as long as possible.
“Mhm,” Katsuki responds softly, allowing his body to meld perfectly into Izuku, “Rest of our lives.”
few months later
“Kacchan! Where are my gloves?!”
“I put them in your bag.”
“Where?! I don’t see them!”
“That’s my fucking bag.”
“Oh.”
“Izuku,” He feels warm arms encircling him from behind and he exhales shakily, allowing his hands to rest on the ones across his waist as Katsuki gently rests his chin on his shoulder, “Take a deep breath.”
Izuku inhales deeply, holding it for a moment before exhaling loudly, leaning his head back against Katsuki’s shoulder, looking up at the locker room ceiling.
“I can’t help it, I’m so nervous.” Izuku breathes out again, and he feels Katsuki’s arms tighten around him for a moment before he grabs his waist and spins him around to face him.
“Look at me,” Izuku gulps and looks up at Katsuki, who is determinedly glaring down at him, “This is fucking nothing for you. It’s just another halfpipe.”
“No, it’s an Olympic halfpipe final.”
“Same difference.”
“Katsuki.”
“Izuku.”
“This isn’t nothing, this is the most important run of my life. I can’t mess this up again.”
“Hey,” Katsuki grabs his chin and forces him to look up at him, and Izuku feels the ever growing pit in his stomach expand again, “You fell. Big fucking deal. You had to be dramatic and do it during the final and break your collarbone in the process, but I digress.”
“Don’t tell me that—”
“Izuku, fucking listen to me.” Katsuki says shortly and Izuku snaps his mouth shut. Katsuki’s hand goes from his chin to hold his face in both hands and look him directly in the eyes.
“You work harder than anyone. You have fucking killed yourself to get back where you are now. And somehow you defied the odds and got better. The only person talented and fucking crazy enough to attempt what you do is you. And that’s why I fucking love you and that’s why you’re going to go out there and make that damn halfpipe look like child’s play. Izuku, you can fucking do this.”
Izuku swallows hard and nods but Katsuki shakes his head and keeps his face firmly in his hands, looking at him seriously.
“Tell me.” Katsuki presses, slightly raising his eyebrows.
“I can do this.” Izuku sighs out and Katsuki nods, releasing his hands from his face.
“Fuck yes you can. Now, be useful and grab my hat, would ya?”
Izuku rolls his eyes but twists to lean down and grab the green beanie Mitsuki knitted from Katsuki’s bag behind him. He turns back around and fits the hat onto Katsuki’s head as his hands travel to Izuku’s waist, pulling him in slightly and resting his forehead against his.
“Thanks,” Katsuki leans in and kisses his cheek lightly before pulling his head back and grinning again, “Now let’s fucking go.”
“Kacchan, if you have any other aggressive words of wisdom, now is the time for it.” Izuku says nervously, reaching his shaky hands down to adjust his gloves as they stand at the bottom of the mountain, waiting for the green light for Izuku to go up.
“You don’t need any. You’ve fucking got this.” Katsuki says simply, standing next to him and leaning his elbow on Izuku’s shoulder.
“Yeah but—"
“No buts. You’re fucking incredible so go be incredible.”
“You’re the only one who really thinks I’m that great.”
“Bullshit. In a few minutes, the whole fucking world will.”
“Kacchan—"
“Izuku. I’m not gonna say it again. Stop doubting yourself and let loose. That’s when the real you really comes out. Show them that, show them you,” Katsuki looks over at him and moves to sling his arm around Izuku’s shoulders, “I’m okay with sharing the real you for a bit.”
Izuku looks over at him and feels tears start to form, but Katsuki just rolls his eyes and lightly smacks him in the head.
“Oi. No waterworks before winning gold. That’s for after.” Izuku sniffs but nods his head before glancing over and seeing Aizawa wave him over towards the lift.
“Okay, looks like I gotta go.” Izuku says, trying to swallow the stubborn lump that keeps rising up his throat. Katsuki turns and grabs the front of Izuku’s coat to face him and takes a deep breath before giving him a wicked grin.
“You’ve fucking got this. Go show ‘em.” Izuku beams at him before jumping up to kiss him, lingering on his lips for just a moment before pulling back. He turns to grab his board off the snow and runs off towards the lift before turning around halfway, cupping his hands over his mouth and yelling, “I love you!”
“I love you too, you crazy bastard, now fucking go!” Katsuki yells back, pointing at the top of the course.
Izuku grins at him again before turning around to sprint towards an annoyed looking Aizawa.
Izuku tried to control his breathing as he stood at the top of the halfpipe, Aizawa’s hand on his shoulder.
“Remember, if you don’t get the height, don’t go for it.
“I know, I’m not making that mistake again.” Izuku huffs out, subconsciously rubbing at his collarbone through his jacket.
“Good. Be smart, be focused, be agile. You’ll be fine.”
“Thanks, Sensei.” Izuku nods as Aizawa claps his shoulder once before retreating back to the tent behind him. Izuku closes his eyes as he breathes in and out, trying to cement his coach’s words into his brain.
He opens his eyes and peeks down to look for Katsuki, who’s at the bottom of the hill with Inko and his parents, he and Mitsuki glaring at anyone who gave them a funny look for being in the family section while Masaru and Inko chatted happily, none the wiser. Katsuki catches his eye and grins, rolling his eyes but nodding his head, lifting his clenched fist up as Izuku grins and they fist bump through the air. Izuku was the one who insisted they keep up their tradition, but Katsuki was the one who never failed to make sure Izuku saw him before his runs.
Izuku exhales heavily, then reaches up to adjust his goggles against his helmet, before turning to the officials next to him.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
Izuku barely hears the voice over the speaker announcing him, his blood pounding in his ears as he tries to maintain his breathing. He closes his eyes and tries to bring his mind back to quiet snowy afternoons, cinnamon whiskey, and soft blonde hair at sunset. He feels his heartbeat slow slightly and he opens his eyes to look at Katsuki one last time before the horn blows.
He inhales and exhales quickly before pushing off from the top of the hill, aiming himself for the right of the halfpipe before dropping down into it. He bends his knees slightly as he comes up the side, flinging his body up and grabbing the end of his board and kicking his legs up into the air as he stretches his body out for a moment before flipping back and hitting the snow again, flying down the edge of the halfpipe.
“And that was an insane switch mctwist right off the bat from Midoriya! It’s rare to see that kind of air with that trick, what a way to start!”
Izuku takes a deep breath as he comes up the next edge before kicking his leg up and gripping the tail end of his board and spinning his body around three rotations, feeling himself float in the air for just a moment, and he glances down at the icy ground below, gulping before quickly swinging his legs back around the slam into the snow.
“Frontside 1260… and he sticks the landing! Midoriya has been getting incredible air off these jumps, and he’ll need it for this last one.”
Izuku feels his ankles shake slightly as he lands but he bends his knees and focuses on the edge ahead of him, feeling his board glide off the edge as he soars into the air, bending his knees and gripping the middle of his board. He simply floats in midair for a moment, and it feels like time stops as he flies. He glances down at the bottom of the hill, unable to make anyone out except the bright green beacon on Katsuki’s head. Izuku smiles before tilting his board down and plummeting back towards the ground.
“Oh my god, are you seeing this!? Midoriya just hit 23 feet off that last one, let’s see if it was enough! This last trick is what cost him the gold in the last games, let’s how he handles it.”
Izuku eyes the last section of the half pipe before breathing out once and barreling towards the edge. He feels his board slip off the edge as he tucks his head into his shoulder and rotates his body three times as he spins through the air, desperately trying to keep track of his rotations and flips in his head before he sees the white of the snow come hurtling towards him. He pulls his body up and bends his knees just in time for his board to slam into the snow as he carves down the middle of the trail.
“I do not believe it! Midoriya has hit a backside 1260 with a triple cork! That trick has been attempted only a few times in competition and actually landed even less! Holy crap, this kid’s a monster!”
Izuku has to focus to maintain his balance amongst the roar of the crowd, but fails miserably as he slides across the ground on his ass after the finish line, but Izuku just puts his hands over his face and laughs hysterically as he feels Aizawa’s hand yank him up off the snow and pull him into a brief hug.
“That was amazing, kid.” Aizawa says after pulling back, keeping his hands on his shoulders while looking down at him.
“T-Thank you.” Izuku feels his tears finally start to flow and he glances up as the announcer shouts out his score, and cheers erupt from around him as his name slides into the top slot.
“Oh my god.” Izuku says, his mouth gaping, opening and closing like a fish as he stares at his name next to the animated, little gold medal with a #1 on it, and he just laughs out again, tears still streaming down his face. He then turns to try and look for Katsuki and their families when he hears a voice booming across the snow.
“Fuck yes! That’s what I’m fucking talking about!” Izuku barely has time to register the words before he is almost body slammed into the ground, “Holy shit, Izuku, you were fucking amazing!”
Izuku looks up through his tears and sees Katsuki beaming down at him, his hat askew on his head, blonde hair in tufts all over his head, and he laughs before throwing his arms around Izuku again, gripping him tightly.
“I fucking knew you could do it, I fucking knew it,” Katsuki whispers in his ear, panting and Izuku feels like he could die from happiness, “God, I am so fucking proud of you.”
“K-Kacchan, I did it.” Izuku whispers back, his brain still slightly fuzzy as tears spill out onto Katsuki’s jacket.
“Yeah, you fucking killed it, baby,” Katsuki whispers again, and Izuku feels him squeeze him tighter before pulling away, keeping his hands on Izuku’s shoulders, “I told you.”
“Yeah, yeah, Kacchans always right.” Izuku rolls his eyes but can’t help smiling widely at him.
“I am always right! And one of these days you’re gonna stop fucking doubting me.” Katsuki argues, throwing his arm around Izuku’s shoulder, pulling him to lean his head down to lightly rest on Izuku’s helmet as they walk towards the crowd gathered near the podium.
Izuku relaxes into Katsuki’s arm wrapped around his shoulder as he giggles quietly to himself, still trying to process everything that just happened when a thought pops into his head.
“Hey, Kacchan?”
“Yeah?”
“You know what this means?”
“Mm, what?”
“I’m beating you in gold medals now.”
“Sure, but I got mine first.”
“Your event was the day before mine during the last games!”
“And? Still got it before you. Loser.”
“Hey!!”
“You started it!”
few hours later
“Kacchan?”
“Mm?”
“I wanna say thank you.”
“Thank me? For fuckin’ what?”
“For always believing in me. Even when I didn’t believe in myself. I don’t think I could’ve made it this far without you.”
“Mm, you can do anything you set your mind to, Izuku, you’re annoying like that.”
The two of them are tangled up in their hotel room, finally refusing to spend another night in the horrible Olympic village dorms and the cardboard beds that immediately collapsed when Katsuki chucked Izuku onto them on the first night. Izuku is completely sprawled across Katsuki’s body, head resting on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as he traces his fingers across his skin.
“I know, but you can always push me in a way that I can’t get to on my own. You can always tell what’s throwing me off, what I need to hear, how to calm me down. I don’t think I could’ve hit that last jump without your voice in my head.”
“And was I right up there too?”
“Kacchan! I’m being serious!”
“Okay, okay, fine.”
“I just want you to know how much I appreciate you. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. I-I can’t tell you how much I needed you for all this.” Izuku says, sighing into Katsuki’s chest as he feels his arms tighten around him and soft lips press against his forehead.
“You’re fucking amazing, Zuku. I tried to ignore it for so long, now I just want everyone else to know it, too.” Izuku smiles against his skin and buries his head further into Katsuki’s chest.
“Kacchannn, you know I’ve forgiven you like, a million times.”
“I know. Doesn’t mean I still can’t show you I actually deserve it.”
Izuku picks his head up to look at Katsuki, eyebrows furrowed as he glares at him, “You deserve everything, Kacchan.”
Katsuki smiles at him softly, tucking a loose curl behind Izuku’s ear before resting his hand on the back of his neck, letting his fingertips fiddle with the ends of Izuku’s hair, “Sometimes you have bad judgment when it comes to me.”
“Do not.”
“Do too. Remember the old lady?”
“Kacchan.”
“Izuku.
“Katsuki.”
“Stop it with that, you sound like my fucking mom.”
“Then listen to me!” Izuku huffs, pouting slightly and Katsuki has to resist the urge to bite his bottom lip, so he rolls his eyes instead and nods.
“Fine.”
“I love you, okay? I forgave you a long time ago. I don’t care about any of that, we can’t change it. What matters now is that you mean everything to me. You make me a better version of myself and I don’t want to think of a life without you next to me.” Izuku looks at him expectantly, his eyes fierce and determined, “Okay?”
Katsuki nods softly, “Okay.”
“Good,” Izuku responds, nodding back, “and I thought I was the self deprecating one.” He scoffs sarcastically, wrinkling his nose and poking at Katsuki’s flushed face, making him groan and roll over on top of Izuku, wrapping his arms around him and trapping him against the mattress.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Mmm, no. Not when it’s about how much I love you.”
“You are so fucking sappy.”
“You love it.”
“Ugh. I do.”
Izuku sighs happily as Katsuki readjusts himself to tuck his head into Izuku’s neck while sprawling out on top of him. Izuku brings his hand up and lightly runs his fingers through his soft hair, feeling Katsuki’s body relax into his as he feels soft, brief kisses against his neck.
“Mm, I’m gonna love you forever, Kacchan.” Izuku whispers, mostly to himself, but Katsuki grumbles a response into his neck, half asleep already.
“Me too.”
few more hours later
Katsuki looks down at the mess of green curls sprawled across him, tilting his head to look down at Izuku’s face more closely as he softly snores against his chest. With the late afternoon winter sun sinking into the trees, Izuku’s face is illuminated by a sliver of light peeking through the windows, his long eyelashes casting shadows across his freckles as he breathes evenly, his body rising and falling as it’s melded to Katsuki’s.
He allows himself to stare at Izuku for a little longer, his fingertips brushing through his hair as he sighs, wondering what he ever did to deserve someone like Izuku. He looks up to the hotel desk across the room, his eyes landing on the three gold medals strewn across the table. He smiles to himself before shifting slightly, his hands moving from Izuku’s hair to gently rub circles on his back as he feels him stir.
“Hey. Izuku.”
“Mmm.”
“Our events are over.”
“Mhm.”
“We both won gold. You twice.”
“Mhmmmm.”
“You know what that means?”
“Mmm?”
“It means we’re done for the next four years.”
“Mhm.”
“Izuku.”
“Mhm?”
“Let’s get married tonight.”
“What?!” Izuku shoots up from Katsuki’s chest, elbowing him in the ribs, making him immediately sit up and groan.
“Fuck, I should’ve seen that coming. God, you have such bony elbows.” Katsuki complains, rubbing his stomach.
“What do you mean, let’s get married tonight?” Izuku sits up, tucking his legs underneath him with hands slightly shaking on his knees.
“I mean, let’s get fucking married tonight. I know it won’t be legal or whatever, I just know I wanna marry you and don’t want to wait any longer.” Katsuki says simply, sitting up straighter and Izuku squints at him, searching his face for any sign of deception, but he looks unbelievably serious.
“But—"
“We said after the Olympics. Our family and friends are all here. We’re in the mountains, in our favorite place. We always said we didn’t want a big wedding or anything like that, just us and the people we care about.” Izuku opens his mouth to protest before Katsuki leans over to their bedside table, opens a drawer and pulls out a little box, opening it to two gold wedding rings, side by side.
“Kacchan…”
“Olympics are done. Everyone’s here. We can go up on the mountain tonight. I’ve got rings. I’ve had them for months. Kirishima got ordained. Reception at the lodge halfway down the slope. This is the best week of our lives, Izuku, let’s fucking do this.”
“But Kacchan— wait, Kirishima did what ?”
“Fucker owed me for sneaking around behind my back, trying to help you with your little scheme last year. Now will you get back to my original question?”
“Huh?!”
“Izuku! For the love of fucking God, marry me! I’m trying to be romantic here!” Katsuki huffs out, throwing his arms up in exasperation.
Izuku opens and closes his mouth before a laugh escapes him and he nods frantically, “Yes, yes, yes, Kacchan, of course!”
Katsuki grins, quickly placing the ring box back on the bedside table before grabbing Izuku’s waist and throwing him on top of him, wrapping his arms as tightly as he can around him. Izuku buries his head into Katsuki’s neck, feeling his tears fall freely, as he feels Katsuki’s lips press kisses in his hair.
Izuku sighs into Katsuki, lightly kissing his neck as Katsuki rubs his back, his fingertips lightly tracing up and down his skin. Katsuki feels Izuku shiver above him, goosebumps trailing after his fingers as he dragged them along his skin.
“Izuku.”
“Mmm?”
“You do realize this means we’re going to have to get up.”
Izuku shoots his head up from Katsuki’s neck as Katsuki looks up at him in surprise, as he launches himself off the bed, nervous and excited energy bubbling up through his veins, “Well then, what are we waiting for? Get up!”
Katsuki just stares at him from the bed, a bewildered look on his face as Izuku taps anxiously against his legs, “Come on, come on, come on, Kacchan, get up!”
“You really wanna do this? You’re sure?” He breathes out, tension sitting on his shoulders.
“Yes! I love you! Now hurry up and let’s go!”
Katsuki laughs a little, jumping up from the bed and rushes toward Izuku, grabbing his hips as Izuku grasps his face, and he pours everything he feels for Izuku into his lips, drinking in his little gasps, the feeling of his skin under his fingertips as his fingers dig into his hips, the way Izuku’s tongue trailing along his bottom lip made his eyes roll back in his head.
“God, I love you so fucking much, you crazy idiot.” Katsuki mumbles against his mouth, desperate to keep him as close as possible, before diving back in and practically sucking the air out of Izuku’s lungs.
“I love you, so, so, much.” Izuku gasps against him, his fingers intertwined in Katsuki’s hair, and Izuku dully feels his back hit the wall as Katsuki’s thumbs dig into his waist, his touch sending a trail of sparks across Izuku’s body.
Eventually, they finally both pull back, panting, but Katsuki keeps his forehead against Izuku’s, savoring his hot breath hitting his skin as their chests heave together. Izuku’s hands relax slightly in Katsuki’s hair, but stay firmly placed at the nape of his neck, loosely playing with the short, soft strands of hair. Katsuki tries to calm his breathing, brushing little circles with his thumbs on Izuku’s hips, before picking his head up to look at him and loses his breath all over again.
Izuku’s face was flushed down to his chest, breathing heavily, his freckles standing out against his pink skin and his lips were red and puffy, his eyes glazed over as he drags his gaze up Katsuki’s body to meet his eyes. Katsuki breathes out a little the sight and leans in to kiss Izuku again briefly, shaking his head as he pulls away, unable to help the smile gracing his face.
“So. Wanna get fucking married?”
“Don’t pussy out on me now, Kacchan.” Izuku says playfully, and Katsuki leans down to bite his smiling, dimpled cheek, making him laugh before softly kissing down his neck.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, nerd. You’re all mine.” Katsuki drags his lips along Izuku’s throat, nipping at his collarbone and getting drunk off the smooth skin under his lips.
“Our moms are gonna be so mad at us.” Izuku giggles and Katsuki rolls his eyes, leaning back up but keeping his hands firmly on Izuku’s waist.
“They can fucking deal with it. Now you have more gold medals than my mom anyway.”
“Oh my god, no.”
“Yeah, that’ll be a fun conversation for you.” Katsuki snorts and Izuku leans his head against his shoulder, whining and pouting, “She’s never gonna fucking let it go.”
“Think I can make it up to her by marrying her grumpy son?”
“Oi!”
“You are grumpy. But it’s cute.”
“Whatever. Don’t we have something to do?”
“Yes! Yes, we do, oh, I gotta call Todoroki!” Izuku’s head flies off Katsuki’s shoulder, smiling brightly before quickly bolting off to dig through his suitcase, and Katsuki just laughs lightly, shaking his head.
“Suits are in the closet, dummy.” Izuku picks his head up, eyes shining as he blushes slightly and jumps back up, running to the closet. Katsuki leans against the wall, gazing at his idiotic soon to be husband fumbling around, throwing his clothes all over the room and mumbling to himself.
“Izuku?”
“Yeah?” Izuku turns to look at Katsuki, his face bright and happy, and Katsuki feels his stomach flip, just like it did when he was 17, just like it still does every time Izuku looks at him like that.
“I really fucking love you, you know that?” Izuku smiles at him, dimples cutting deep into his cheeks, and nods softly.
“I know, Kacchan. Rest of our lives, right?”
“Yeah,” Katsuki sighs deeply, leaning his head against the wall, desperately trying to burn this image of Izuku into his brain forever, “Rest of our lives.”