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Katsuki feels like a weird kind of stalker waiting in the airport. The area in front of the door that separates the baggage claim and the lobby is filled with families who are there to welcome their loved ones.
Well, Katsuki is also there to welcome his loved one — Deku just doesn’t know it.
This is it. This is Katsuki taking a chance.
His hands crumple the paper that wraps a small flower bouquet he bought on his way. He hopes Deku likes flowers. Shit, he hopes Deku isn’t allergic to the fucking flowers. Maybe the flowers were too much, way too much. Should he throw them away or-
The doors open and a big wave of people start coming out of it. Several squeals of glee are heard across the lobby as people hug their waiting families. Katsuki’s heart squeezes painfully in his chest and the terrifying thought of ‘What if he doesn’t come? What if he changed his mind?’ crosses his mind. Each second drags through an eternity; every new person who passes through the door and isn’t Izuku increases Katsuki’s anxiety tenfold.
And then, he sees him.
Rolling over two huge suitcases and a heavy-looking backpack, Izuku really looks like he’s back for good. This acknowledgment just serves to make Katsuki’s stomach tie itself in knots — if this doesn’t work out, they’ll have to awkwardly bump into each other through town, be it at work or going out with friends. Katsuki isn’t under any delusion that he’ll be able to avoid Deku altogether after having his heart broken. This is honestly terrifying.
And yet, just seeing the jet-lagged expression Izuku is carrying, his messy airplane hair, and those tired green eyes are enough to bring warmth all over Katsuki’s body. Deku is so fucking handsome that it’s unfair. Katsuki wants to go to him, hug his thick waist, and give him a welcome kiss. If he was still concussed, that’s exactly what he’d do.
Healed Katsuki, however, stays frozen in place as Deku walks through the doors; clenching his fist on the already abused flowers and praying Izuku can see through his inaction.
“Kacchan?” Izuku asks, frowning. He slowly walks towards Katsuki, uncertainty in every step.
Katsuki takes one deep breath, steeling himself just as he’d before a fight, and tries smiling. “Hey, nerd. Welcome home.”
“I- Ah- Wh-what are y-you doing here? Is- is everything ok?” Izuku seems nervous, fumbling to produce his phone from his pocket. “Wa-wait a second, let me just check if no one texted me and-”
His smile falters when he realizes what must be going through Izuku’s head. “I’m fine, Deku. No one has texted you to say my memory has gone away again.”
“Oh-... Right, right…” he shoves his phone back in the pocket. “Ah…”
“These are for you,” Katsuki roughly shoves the bouquet on Deku’s chest. Izuku takes the flowers more by reflex than anything, looking at them with a puzzled expression. “I’m sorry for putting you through all that shit. I’m sorry you had to do all of that for me and all you got in return was sexual harassment.”
To actually say these words make Katsuki’s heart a little bit lighter. A small silver lining in this huge shitshow — if none of this goes as planned, Katsuki can take comfort in knowing that at least he had the chance to own up to (some of) his screw-ups.
“Oh, Kacchan… There’s no need for you to apologize,” Izuku offers him a sad smile. “I’m the one who should be apologizing to you… You were confused and needed support to heal. I- I should have been better in keeping things- ahn-...”
“That’s another thing I’m here to talk to you about,” Katsuki interrupts him when he sees Izuku is struggling with his words. “You learned how to cook in the US… But did you learn how to lie?”
“Wh-what?” Izuku stutters, eyes wide in surprise.
“Because the Deku I knew in high school sucked at lying. I spent three goddamn years trying to not let you spill shit about your quirk because you were the most transparent person I ever met,” Katsuki says, unwavering. He needs to know, and he can’t wait any longer.
“I- I-” Now a bright red flush on Izuku’s face accompanies the stuttering. “I wo-wouldn’t say I’m te-terribly go-good at it b-but-...”
“When my memories returned, all I could think was how I forced you into doing all that. But then I began actually remembering how living with you was and-... That’s the thing, Deku, I don’t think you’d be able to lie about all that.”
Taking one step closer, Katsuki looks deep into Izuku’s eyes, searching for the answers he needs. What he sees are those pretty green gems filling with water.
“I- I-... I never lied to Kacchan,” Izuku whispers, one rogue tear trailing down his cheek. “I’m sorry… I know I shouldn’t-”
“Have gone back to the US?” he interrupts Deku again. “Yeah… And I shouldn’t have left that shitty note telling you to go.”
“What-?”
“I haven’t lied either, Deku. Everything I told you... It wasn’t just what my mind made up to be true… It was what I wanted to be true. That was me living my dream life… Having you by my side…”
“Kacchan…” Izuku hiccups, already sobbing. He clenches the flowers just as Katsuki had done before.
That breaks any self-control Katsuki had. He takes one last step and pulls Deku for a kiss. Katsuki’s heart feels close to bursting. He can’t believe he’s having the chance of kissing Deku again — now with their hearts laid bare, no lie or deceit between them. Deku hugs him back, tightly wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s midsection while he buries his fingers on Izuku’s hair.
When they separate, Izuku cries “Kacchan!” and hides his face in Katsuki’s chest. “I- I was so a-afraid Kacchan wo-would hate me!” he says between hiccups.
“I was afraid too,” Katsuki whispers against his hair. “Come on, let’s go home…”
They share one more wet-with-tears kiss before Katsuki grabs one of Izuku’s suitcases and leads them out of the airport. There’s nothing he wants to do more than to keep kissing Deku and talk about everything they need to talk about — but they’re in a public place and Katsuki already saw some people picking up their phones to snap pictures of them. They’ll need privacy to go over everything they need to.
On the train, they sit side by side, awkwardly trading glances for about two minutes. After that, the concussed-Katsuki inside his head yells at him, demanding him to do something and Katsuki does what he wants to. He wraps an arm around Izuku’s waist and kisses his temple. Izuku looks at him startled, clearly not expecting Katsuki to touch him.
“I’m glad you came back…” he whispers, laying his heart bare in just a few words.
“I-... I always planned to come back to Japan,” Izuku looks at his feet and starts to ramble. “But after you got hurt… It became clear to me that I had spent way too long away from home, away from the people I cared about… Not that I was expecting you to care about me. I’d never assume that and-... It’s just-... I couldn’t stay away anymore…”
“My plan was always to ask you out when- if you returned,” Katsuki confesses. “After you left, I… I hated it. I hated not having you around… During high school, I thought having a crush on you was a weakness, that it’d hinder my path of becoming a hero… But when you were gone, that’s when I truly felt weak... I didn’t have you to keep pushing me forward…”
“Kacchan…”
“I’m better with you by my side. And I promised myself that I’d try to confess when you returned.”
“I- I thought you’d never love-...” Izuku starts talking but bites his tongue.
“That I’d never love you?” Katsuki chuckles and looks at him. “There has never been a moment when I didn’t love you, Deku. Though I didn’t think I’d ever be able to say this so easily. But I don’t want to hide shit. I-... I like how we were together when I was fucked up in the head. I want that for real, so I’ll try to be that man for you.”
“I loved how we were together too,” Izuku says blushing. “It was… almost perfect.”
“Almost?” Katsuki raises an eyebrow.
“Yeah… The only thing that made it not-perfect was the fact I was afraid it wasn’t real…”
“It was real…” he whispers.
“Then let’s make it perfect,” Izuku says, before gently kissing.
It was just a gentle peck on the lips, but it held so many promises that it made Katsuki’s legs weak.
When the train arrives at their station, each of them grabs one of the suitcases to leave. Eyeing the long flight of stairs they’d have to climb with the heavy load, Katsuki can’t help but tease.
“I’m glad to see you came back for real, but did you have to bring all your nerd shit too? This shit weighs a fucking ton,” he jokes.
Izuku rolls his eyes and effortlessly pulls the suitcase from Katsuki’s hand, raising the two of them over his shoulders as if it didn’t weight more than a feather. “It’s not that heavy,” he says playfully.
Though Katsuki knows Deku must be using his quirk to do that, fire floods his body watching the big muscles bulge under the weight of the heavy suitcases. Deku is too fucking hot and being reminded of that makes Katsuki incredibly horny. He watches speechless how Izuku’s thick thighs pull on his jeans, how the t-shirt rides up from having his arms above his shoulder, showing a delicious patch of skin over the hem of his pants, how his ass sticks out with each step up he takes.
Yeah, Katsuki is so very gay and he’s going to ride Deku until he’s dry as soon as he can.
He doesn’t want to push Izuku again, but Katsuki is really praying to have another taste of this gorgeous man soon.
“Aren’t you coming, Kacchan?” Izuku asks, already on top of the stairs.
“On my way,” he answers — after swallowing the drool in his mouth.
They walk the short way to their apartment quickly, but when they get there the romantic, easy-going mood they had going on morphs into uncertainty and awkwardness.
“Do you want anything to drink? Are you hungry?”
“I had breakfast on the plane! But some water would be good,” Izuku answers.
“Sure…” Katsuki says, filling a glass of cold water for Deku. “How is the jetlag? 12 hours is nothing to play with…”
“Oh, it isn’t that bad. It’s much easier this time since I had time to prepare…” Izuku answers. They both choose to not talk about why Izuku didn’t have time to prepare the last time he made the trip. “I didn’t sleep the night before so I could sleep during the whole flight. My biological clock will be a little wobbly for a few days, but I’m sure I can manage…”
Three weeks ago, Katsuki and Izuku lived there as fiances. Three months ago, Katsuki lived there alone, Izuku was in the US and they hadn’t even talked for five years. These were huge changes for a short amount of time, and now neither of them knows what they are.
But Katsuki knows what he wants them to be.
Gently, he cups Izuku’s cheek to make their eyes meet. “I guess it’s my time to take care of you and make you rest.”
Izuku smirks, “Is this your way of saying you’re going to keep me in bed, Kacchan?”
The wicked tone in Deku’s voice makes Katsuki warm all over. “If that’s on the table, then fuck yeah. But I’m not going to pressure you again. I feel really shitty about doing that…”
“You didn’t pressure me… I mean, yeah, I guess you did… But it wasn’t as if I didn’t want to, you know… I was just afraid of taking advantage of you when you were confused…”
He chuckles, “I’m pretty sure I was the one taking advantage of you, Deku.”
“Well, I liked it,” Deku confesses, turning his eyes away and blushing. “And there won’t be any advantage to be taken now that we’re both being honest to each other…”
The implications aren’t missed on Katsuki and he internally celebrates the chance he’s about to get.
“I don’t know,” he says, his voice already dripping with honey. “I’m starting to think you liked being at my mercy…”
There’s no way Katsuki could have missed the full-body shiver than ran through Izuku from how close he was. His dick stirs up in his pants instantly.
“Maybe I did,” Izuku answers, biting his lips.
“Great, because I loved it,” he whispers before grabbing Deku by the waist and pulling him to a deep kiss. Izuku doesn’t miss a beat before hugging Katsuki back and kissing him with just as much desire.
It’s not their first kiss, but it is the first where they’re finally on the same page, no wall left between them. It tastes like making up for lost time and finding home. They drink from each other, trying to get as close as humanly possible, wanting to make a nest inside each other’s chests and never leave.
“Ka-Kacchan…” Izuku sighs as Katsuki’s lips trail a path on his jaw.
“Let’s go to bed, Deku,” he asks needily.
At his request, Izuku drops his hands to Katsuki’s ass and hoists him up. Giggling, Katsuki wraps his legs around Deku’s waist and praises him, “Just like that, big boy.”
“You’re taller than me,” Izuku giggles, taking him to the bedroom.
“Yeah, but you’re big all over.” He squeezes Izuku’s midsection with his thighs to prove his point.
“You calling me fat?” Izuku pretends to be insulted and throws Katsuki on the bed.
“Fat? No, you’re hot as fuck. Now take this stupid t-shirt off,” he commands.
“Alright, yeah, you’re officially back to normal. You weren’t so bossy when you were concussed,” Izuku teases as he pulls his t-shirt off, showing his gorgeous, thick and strong torso.
“Stop whining and lose the pants.”
Katsuki sits by the edge of the bed to enjoy the show and takes the chance to take off his own t-shirt as well.
“Satisfied?” Izuku asks, opening his arms to show what he has to offer Katsuki.
Just in his white boxers that do nothing to hide his hardening bulge, Izuku looks absolutely perfect. He really is thick and strong all over, and quite a bit hairy — legs, arms, chest and a delicious trail under his belly button. It’s no wonder that having sex with Deku kickstarted his brain in fixing itself because there’s no way Katsuki could have that man in his bed and not remember about it.
But now, he’s looking forward to getting fucked so good he forgets everything else.
“Come here,” he asks, voice already husky with desire.
Izuku gets between Katsuki’s open legs, leaving Katsuki’s mouth at the perfect height to kiss and rub his face on Izuku’s abs. Katsuki’s hands trail up from his knees to the back of his thighs in a sensual massage.
“Am I dreaming?” Izuku whispers.
“Fuck no… I’m fucking done with dreams,” he grunts, slipping his hands up to Izuku’s plush ass to squeeze roughly, and bite down on his navel.
“Ah-! Kacchan!” Izuku exclaims in a mixture of a whine with a moan.
“See? Not dreaming,” Katuski smirks at him and swiftly pulls Izuku’s boxers down.
Izuku’s cock bobs out already hard. And, just as Katsuki remembers, he’s thick there too. The first time they’d done it, Katsuki could feel Izuku’s hesitation, so he was more gentle and did things slower than how he wanted too. But now, any hesitation is gone and there’s nothing stopping Katsuki from opening his mouth hungrily to suck Izuku’s dick.
“Fuck-” Izuku curses, making Katsuki chuckle.
The playful mood quickly dissipates, though, as Izuku buries his fingers on Katsuki’s hair and bucks his hips. Izuku’s cock hits the back of Katsuki’s throat and he almost gags. To have Deku struggling to hold back and not fuck his mouth is incredibly hot and Katsuki moans as he tries to take Izuku all the way down again. He loves how heavy and warm the dick feels in his mouth, and he can’t wait to have it deep inside his ass, messing up his insides.
“My god- Kacchan, you’re so fucking-...” Izuku struggles with his words, so Katsuki pulls back for a second to help him out.
“Amazing?” he teases.
“Actually, yeah…” Izuku pants. “But this is also a good way to shut up your smart mouth.”
“Go ahead, Deku,” he smirks with Izuku’s cock resting on his cheek. “Shut me up. Show me what you’ve got.”
“You damn-...” Izuku curses, biting his lip before pulling on Katsuki’s hair and forcing him back on his cock.
Now Izuku isn’t holding back whatsoever. He thrusts in Katsuki’s eager mouth, rolling his eyes back in pleasure. Drool drips on Katsuki’s chin and his fingers dig into the flesh of Izuku’s ass. It’s incredible and Katsuki loves to see Izuku so wild and unhinged for him.
Katsuki is really into it and he could keep going until he feels Izuku’s load on his tongue, but Izuku has other plans. He pulls Katsuki’s off his dick with a predatorial expression on his face.
“That’s enough,” he groans. “I want to taste you too.”
“Fuck yeah.” Immediately, Katsuki kicks out his pants and boxers, and scoots back to the headboard, spreading his legs wide and invitingly. “Be my guest…”
Izuku kneels on the bed and gets settled between Katsuki’s legs. He has a bright, pleased smile and their eyes meet as Izuku lowers his head to kiss Katsuki’s inner thighs lovingly. “So beautiful, Kacchan…”
“You ain’t that bad yourself,” Katsuki smirks, watching as Izuku sticks his tongue out and licks a path from the back of his balls to the tip of his dick. “You look even better from this angle.”
There’s a glint of amusement in Izuku’s eyes that makes him actually breathtaking. His hair is sticking all over the place and his red lips stretch beautifully around Katsuki’s cock. It gets Katsuki relaxed and pliable under his ministrations in seconds.
And the more relaxed Katsuki gets, the more liberties Izuku takes. When he’s moaning unabashedly, Izuku puts one of his balls in his mouth and sucks on it gently.
“Fuck, Deku… Just like that,” he groans pleased as Izuku starts to massage his rim with his fingers.
“So pretty, Kacchan,” Izuku praises him, scattering kisses all over his inner thighs and taint and finally licking over his asshole.
Katsuki shivers in pleasure at the feeling of Deku’s warm, wet tongue lapping on his rim. It’s incredible and he groans, pleased. One of Izuku’s hands gently massages his ass while the other holds Katsuki’s thigh on his shoulder, leaving Katsuki completely exposed to Izuku’s wicked tongue.
And Izuku takes full advantage of that. He eats Katsuki out like a pro, transforming his brain into goo. All that Katsuki can do is hang on to Izuku’s messy curls, moan and plead for more.
“Fuck yeah… Just like that, baby… Keep going… Fuck, you’re so damn good…” he demands, legs shaking around Izuku’s neck.
Chuckling, Izuku teases him. “Spoiled and demanding… That’s my Kacchan.”
“If you have time to talk shit, you have time to work,” Katsuki teases back, reaching out for the lube on his nightstand and throwing it on Izuku’s head. “Get to it, big boy.”
The silly nickname Katsuki gave Izuku makes more sense than ever when he feels the thick, crooked finger opening him up. They’re rough with scars but work him open in the most gentle manner. Katsuki is instantly addicted to it and is convinced that he’ll never want anyone else fingering him to the end of his life — not even himself.
“Oh shi-” the word dies on his throat as Izuku bends his fingers, pressuring straight into Katsuki’s prostate. Katsuki arches his body as his orgasm gets way too close to breaking through him.
“That’s it, gorgeous,” Izuku praises him, peppering kisses on Katsuki’s cock. “Just enjoy…”
“No nono, you fucker!” Katsuki squirms in bed, overwhelmed by pleasure. “Y-you won’t make me cum o-on your fucking fingers!”
“Why not? You look so good like this,” Izuku says, already lapping on Katsuki’s cock.
“I’m gonna explode your fucking face,” he growls.
“Explode on my face? Kinky, Kacchan.” Izuku winks at him and that’s what it takes for Katsuki to decide he let the nerd have free reign for long enough.
In a swift movement, Katsuki pulls his leg from Izuku’s hold and plants his feet on Deku’s shoulder to shove him back roughly. Deku falls on his back in bed and complains, “Hey! What-”
“I think you forgot who is at who’s mercy here, Deku,” Katsuki hisses, straddling Izuku’s waist. “Now, lay back and behave.”
Izuku shudders and his breath hitches as Katsuki gets in position. Lowering himself slowly, Katsuki feels Izuku’s cock stretching him open and filling him up in the most perfect way. He goes slowly to enjoy every little bit smoothly going in him since he’s all wet from lube and Deku’s spit.
“Ah- Kacchan!” Izuku cries, his hands grabbing tight on Katsuki’s thighs.
“Fuck-” he grunts in pleasure. “So goddamn thick…”
Katsuki loves how spread his thighs have to be around Izuku’s waist. It makes it a little harder to move, and he’s sure his thighs will be burning with exertion in no time — but that’s why he’s got a strong-as-fuck boyfriend to help him bounce on his cock.
So he starts to ride Deku, working his hips in sensual waves. Every movement makes Izuku’s cock drag inside him perfectly. And if that wasn’t enough to make Katsuki high in pleasure, the sight isn’t half bad either.
Izuku looks up to him with awe in his eyes. His curly green hair is spread wildly in bed and his chest heaves every time Katsuki moves from the moans spilling from his lips. It’s much, much better than Katsuki’s dreams — because it’s real. Deku is here with him and he’ll never let go.
Just as expected, the speed of his movements naturally picks up as every little drag inside him just makes Katsuki want more. It doesn’t take long until he is rapidly jumping on Izuku’s dick, chasing his pleasure mindlessly. “Shit- So fucking good…”
“Ka-ahh-cchan!” Izuku cries, bucking his hips up.
That makes Izuku’s dick punch his harder prostate and Katsuki almost cums on the spot. “Fuck-!” he cries, sitting back down completely on Deku’s dick. “Goddammit-...”
“Please,” Izuku whimpers, shuddering in need.
Katsuki takes a deep breath and goes back to slowly moving his hips, barely teasing the fire inside them. “Take it easy, big boy… I’m not done with you yet.”
Tears are blinked away from Izuku’s eyes. “Kacchan is so mean…” he whines.
“Yes, I am and you better not cum,” he smirks. “I’m having too much fun.”
And to prove his point, Katsuki sits back down all the way, taking Izuku’s dick as deep as he can. His head bobs back and his eyes roll to the back of his skull as Katsuki enjoys the feeling of being so completely full of Deku.
Izuku doesn’t seem like he wants to just lay back and let Katsuki do as he wishes though. As he’s enjoying the slow rhythm, Izuku’s hands creep up to cup and squeeze his pecs. The massage is welcome and Katsuki appreciates it a lot — until Deku pinches his nipples.
“Ah-!” he moans, jumping on Deku’s dick.
A small chuckle comes from Izuku who quickly gets to work abusing Katsuki’s nipples even more. “Sensitive, Kacchan?”
“You fucking little shit,” he growls, but makes no movement to slap Deku’s hands away. He actually is sensitive in his chest and it feels fucking great to have Deku kneading there.
Still, that’s not enough for Izuku. Katsuki feels the body beneath him shifting as Izuku sits up to reach Katsuki’s nipple with his mouth.
“Oh fuck-!” he cries, digging his fingers on Izuku’s shoulders for support.
Izuku has his eyes closed and is suckling and lapping on Katsuki’s nipple with a pleased expression on his face. “So delicious, Kacchan,” he moans before turning his attention to the other nipple.
The onslaught of sensations that having Izuku’s mouth on him brings is too much for Katsuki to keep his slow movements. Needily, he grinds his hips and forces his thighs to ride Deku’s dick as hard and fast as he can.
“D-Deku!” he pleads when that’s not enough. “I- I need-!”
As if reading his mind, Izuku clamps his hands on Katsuki’s waist and uses his huge strength to make him bounce on his cock way faster and harder than Katsuki could on his own. Sweat makes their bodies glide smoothly against each other and Katsuki pulls Izuku’s chest closer to his, forcing the other man’s face off of his nipples.
Izuku doesn’t miss the chance to suck and lick all over Katsuki’s neck and jaw, while all that Katsuki can do is groan in pleasure. The way his dick became trapped between their abs is quickly driving him to the edge, so Katsuki hangs on tight to every little second of the build-up to his orgasm.
“Fuck-! Yeah! I’m gonna- I’m gonna-!”
With a pleased growl, Izuku’s hands get even tighter around his waist and he violently pulls Katsuki to his cock. “Cum for me, Kacchan,” Deku pleads in a broken voice and that’s the last push for Katsuki to spill his cum all over their chests. He shakes all over as his body convulses in pleasure.
Still, Izuku doesn’t let go. He works his arms to make Katsuki ride every last wave of his orgasm on his cock and doesn’t stop as his own orgasm gets closer. Izuku mindlessly pulls Katsuki on his dick, chasing release on his body — and Katsuki loves every second of it.
In a desperate need to feel Izuku’s seed inside him, Katsuki encourages his partner. “Come on, Deku, fuck me good. Fill me up. Do it, big boy.”
“Kacchan!” Izuku cries loudly, his muscles shaking as Katsuki feels the thick, warm ropes of cum being spilled inside him.
After it’s all over, they stay frozen in place, panting into each other’s face as they try to catch their breaths. Deku looks gorgeous like that, face all red and sweaty, hair even messier than before, lips kiss-bruised — Katsuki feels immense pride in knowing he’s the one who left Izuku in this state and can’t help leaning in for a gentle kiss.
“I love you,” Izuku whispers between their lips.
“I love you too,” Katsuki whispers back.
They kiss some more until their position becomes uncomfortable. Izuku’s dick is still buried inside Katsuki’s abused hole and they’re sticky with cum and sweat. Katsuki tries climbing out of Izuku’s lap, but he almost falls since his thighs shake from the exertion. Izuku needs to help him out so he can lay down in bed, and Katsuki pulls him to snuggle immediately after getting settled.
“Kacchan, we’re disgusting,” he giggles.
“You’re always disgusting, nerd. It’s not like it makes much of a difference,” he grumbles, too damn comfortable to be bothered with clean up.
“What? Why am I disgusting?” Izuku asks with playful offense.
“You’re disgustingly cute,” Katsuki smirks.
Izuku shakes his head with humor, “I think you’re mistaking me with yourself.”
“Excuse me? I’m not cute. I’m a rude asshole,” Katsuki pretends to frown.
Giggling, Izuku caresses his face, “Nah… Even your asshole is cute.”
“Ain’t you a little perv?” he smirks. “I thought I was the one corrupting you, but I guess you were just pretending with the blushing bride act…”
“I’m not a blushing bride! I was just holding back…”
“If you’re not a blushing bride, will you be my naughty groom?” Katsuki blurts out before he can stop himself.
Since he decided he wanted to make everything he could to make the time he spent with Izuku to become his reality, Katsuki tried his best to not think about the ‘engagement’ part of it all. Though deep down he knows that’s exactly what he wants, he also knows that it’s quite a big step to take. Even if they had been officially dating during the time Deku was with him, it’d still make a hasty proposal.
Izuku seems to be taken by surprise as well. His green eyes wide and his mouth opens up in a silent ‘o’. Watching Izuku’s dumbfounded expression is enough to make Katsuki regret it all.
“Forget it,” he grumbles, hiding his face on the crook of Izuku’s neck. “We don’t need to talk about this shit now.”
“I- Kacchan!” Izuku grabs his face and forces Katsuki to look at him again. His eyes are filled with tears. “You can’t just spring that at me and then hide! I thought we were done hiding…”
Katsuki sighs and acquiesces. “You’re right… It’s just-” he grunts. “It’s so fucking hard! The concussed fucker could do this shit like it was nothing!” Katsuki barks, angry with himself.
“It’s alright…” Izuku kisses his jaw. “I think we’re doing great… Way better than we were doing when you were hurt, because I can see it’s really you and that you’re trying… I-... I’m not sure about the engagement… But I’m not against it either,” he offers a small smile that has Katsuki relaxing instantly. “Can’t we just… try out and see? Without a title or anything?”
“You mean, just be together?” Katsuki asks in a small voice.
“Yeah… All I want is to be with Kacchan…”
“Sappy nerd,” he grumbles, hugging Izuku tighter. “But will you live here? I-... I’m tired of sleeping on the couch…”
“What?” Izuku asks, confused. “Why have you been sleeping on the couch?”
“Because this is our bed…” he whispers, overwhelmed.
“Oh, Kacchan…” Izuku peppers several kisses on his temple and jaw. “You’re too cute! I- I can’t resist you like this, you know?”
“So will you stay?”
“Well… I suppose I still don’t have a place of my own… I’d just stay in a hotel for a while…” Izuku says with a small smile.
Katsuki smiles back at him, “I’ll clean a drawer for you.”
“One drawer? Kacchan, you saw my baggage. I think I’ll need a little more closet space than that!”
Squeezing Izuku’s ass, Katsuki teases, “Yeah, I know you have this big trunk you’re carrying. It’s honestly one of the reasons I’m asking you to move in.”
Izuku giggles, “And here I was thinking you were just after my All Might collection…”
“Shit… I forgot about that… Yeah, I guess it’s better if we start looking for an apartment for you, Deku,” he says playfully but Izuku isn’t having any of it.
Swiftly, he straddles Katsuki and pins him down. “No! You’ve got me and my merch collection now!” Izuku giggles. “We’re not going away!”
Katsuki can’t help the genuine smile that comes to him. “I’m counting on it, nerd.” And then he pulls Deku to a kiss.
They stay in bed fake-wrestling and making out until they can’t ignore their noisy phones any longer — Katsuki completely forgot about the ‘surprise’ party for Izuku he was supposed to bring him to.
Even though they arrived extremely late at the party, none of their friends gave them problems for it. The extras probably noticed the huge smiles on their face (and maybe the hickies on their necks). The party was way more fun than Katsuki would like to admit, but he still couldn’t wait to drag Izuku back to their home, to sleep on their bed.
Though they didn’t sleep much that night, in the few minutes they had to just rest and snuggle, Katsuki silently promised himself he’d go out to buy a ring as soon as he had the chance. He wasn’t sure when he’d offer it to Izuku, but he knew it’d be sooner rather than later.