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Seven years. Izuku had been with Kacchan for seven years as of that morning. Seven of the best years of his life, if you asked him. Some days he felt like he was living a dream, especially when he woke up to Kacchan next to him in bed, or up early making breakfast in the kitchen while their cat, Ultra, tangled herself up at his feet – yes, their friends had made fun of them for naming their cat after a superhero slogan.
Ultra had been Izuku’s present to Kacchan when he graduated UA with his master’s degree last year, one of the kittens that Eri and her family fostered sometimes. She was an adorable orange tabby cat with a very loud purr, and Izuku and Kacchan loved her very much (though Kacchan hardly admitted that, preferring to call their beautiful kitty mean names like the jerk he was).
They’d moved in together after four years, scraping together enough money to rent a nice apartment nearby their campus. Izuku had started crying the second Kacchan suggested it, and cried even more when they were given the keys and on move-in day. Kacchan had told him that if he was going to keep crying, he might as well mop the floors, then immediately stopped him from doing that by starting a make-out session on their new couch. Some point during that he accidently fell off the couch and hit his head on the coffee table, but that was irrelevant.
Telling their parents about their relationship had happened way before then, seeing as Izuku was unable to keep secrets from his mother and Kacchan was too, though for different reasons. It was a looming childhood rule that Auntie Micchan would always find out. At a joint family dinner where Kacchan had officially told his parents (being coerced into doing so by Izuku’s urges), Auntie had responded by boasting that she had guessed this would happen by the time they were nine. Uncle Masaru and Izuku’s mother confirmed this claim. Needless to say, their parents were very approving and happy for them.
Kacchan had told Izuku he loved him. About a year into their relationship, in the middle of Izuku ranting about the All Might movie they had just watched, right as they walked down the street from the theater back to the dorms. Izuku was so startled he tripped on air and slammed into a phone pole, giving himself a bloody nose. They both were bloodied by the end of that situation, though, because Izuku had promptly whirled around to kiss his boyfriend, ignoring the flare of pain.
It was now a running joke in their relationship that any big step had to end with Izuku’s injury. Izuku thought it was worth it.
Though, he was holding out hope that today would end with no injury to himself or his boyfriend. Because today he was planning to take one more big step forward.
He and Kacchan had talked about it before, in passing conversations before bed or over meals, but going out and buying a ring with Shouto to then stuff into his desk at his internship was an entirely different experience. He’d taken the box home from work yesterday, though, and it was now in his shaking hands as he held it above his face, laying back in their bed with his boyfriend snoring quietly next to him, sun creeping through the windows. This was real. He was actually about to do this.
He’d been planning it for months, of course. Kacchan wasn’t very fond of surprises or big public gestures, so Izuku knew fireworks and a huge fancy dinner was not the way to go. Kacchan liked things that were simple, meaningful but straight to the point. Saturday morning, on their anniversary, in their home with an audience comprised only of their cat felt right.
Said cat jumped on to the bed right at that moment, crawling her way up Izuku’s stomach to mew quietly in his face for attention. Izuku smiled, turning his focus from the box and the ring to scritch Ultra’s head and make her purr. Kacchan always pretended to be annoyed by how loudly Ultra purred, but Izuku loved it. It reminded him of a certain sleeping someone who also had a very purr-like snore and enjoyed laying on top of him to nap.
“I’m gonna do it, Ultra,” he murmured to the blissed-out cat on his chest, quiet so as not to wake Kacchan. Ultra just kept purring, which he decided to interpret as approval and encouragement. “Thank you, kitty. Please don’t wake him up because I don’t want to propose to a grumpy Kacchan.” Ultra blinked at him, then shoved her head into his hand as if to say I won’t if you keep petting me. Cute little blackmailer.
After a few minutes of petting Ultra and watching Kacchan sleep peacefully next to him, Izuku decided to get up to feed the cat and start breakfast, knowing Kacchan liked to sleep in when he could. The prospect of food stopped Ultra from protesting too much when he pushed her off to stand, pocketing the ring box and stretching out his arms before making his way to the kitchen. After seven years with Kacchan, he had figured out a few meals he could manage on his own, including a simple breakfast with miso soup, grilled fish, and the like. He considered trying something special but figured that would definitely end with an injury, and setting the fire alarm off was not the way he wanted Kacchan to wake up this morning.
Kacchan came out of their room just as Izuku was laying strips of salmon in the pan, running his fingers through his tousled ash blonde hair and making his way into the kitchen to kiss Izuku’s cheek. “Morning nerd.”
“Good morning Kacchan,” Izuku said, leaning over to kiss Kacchan’s lips, heart fluttering and pocket suddenly very heavy. “How’d you sleep?”
“Fine,” Kacchan answered. “The little fucker didn’t come try to suffocate me in my sleep again so that’s good,” he added, looking pointedly at Ultra, who had finished her breakfast and was now at their feet, probably hoping for some of their fish. “Yeah, I’m talking about you, asshole.”
“She was showing her love, Kacchan,” Izuku said, smiling.
“Love my ass,” Kacchan grumbled, “she wants to kill me. That innocent face is a farce.”
“What?” Izuku gasped in mock disbelief, bending down to lift Ultra up and hold her out to Kacchan. “This face? This angel face? How could you say such a thing?”
“She’s a monster,” Kacchan deadpanned.
Izuku laughed, then cuddled the cat close to his chest as she started to struggle. “Don’t worry, Ultra, he doesn’t mean that. Kacchan loves us.”
Kacchan made a face. “I love you, never said anything about the cat.”
Izuku let Ultra jump to the ground and leaned into give his boyfriend a peck. “I love you too, Kacchan.”
Kacchan gave him that small, affectionate smile that still made him feel like jelly after all these years. “You making breakfast?”
“Yeah,” Izuku answered, “thought I’d try since I woke up first.” Because he was too nervous to sleep much, he didn’t add.
“Thanks,” Kacchan said, kissing his jaw. He did that often, seeing as it was easier for him to reach than Izuku’s cheek. Izuku thought it was adorable if not hot sometimes. “I’ll be right back to set the table,” Kacchan told him, then glared down at the cat, “You better not follow me.” Ultra just stared at him, and Kacchan disappeared into the bathroom. Izuku’s heart started to race.
He was doing this. He could do it. He’d practiced in the mirror already. He was not going to panic. He was going to make it the whole way with out crying.
Okay, maybe that last part was unrealistic. But whatever, Kacchan had been dating him for seven years and known him for twenty-five, Izuku crying was nothing new.
Izuku’s hand found it’s way into the pocket of his pajama pants, closing around the velvet box and slowly pulling it out, forcing deep breaths to steady himself. Ultra moved to the living area to drape herself over the arm of the couch, almost like she knew what was about to happen and wanted a front row seat.
Izuku cracked the box open a bit, making one hundred percent sure the ring was actually in it, which it was. A simple diamond set into silver, something Izuku thought would match Kacchan’s other jewelry. It wasn’t anything super fancy, but, hey, he was an interned college student working towards his doctorate, money wasn’t something he had too much to spare. Besides, Kacchan wasn’t one for something crazy like that.
The bathroom door opened again, and Izuku quickly snapped the box shut and hid it behind his back in a move that was definitely extremely suspicious. Calm down, Izuku! He turned and busied himself with preparing the rice as Kacchan returned the kitchen and started pulling plates out of the cupboards to set out on their small table.
The second Kacchan had his back to Izuku, reaching up to grab cups, Izuku forced himself to the middle of the kitchen and down on one knee, popping the box open to present the ring. He might be about to have a heart attack. He just hoped he could talk through it.
Kacchan grabbed a glass, starting to turn back around. “Hey, I’ve been me-” Kacchan turned fully, eyes shooting wide and cup slipping out of his hands. Uh oh.
“Fuck!” Kacchan lunged for the glass, batting it between his hands and somehow catching it, just barely, before it smashed into the counter. And then he froze, eyes locking on Izuku’s. Izuku swallowed the nervous lump in his throat, praying that his voice would come out more than a croak.
“Kacch-”
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” Kacchan suddenly yelled, seemingly coming back to himself.
“What?” Izuku squeaked. He may faint right now with how fast his heart was beating and how light-headed he felt.
“Fuck,” Kacchan swore, putting the glass on the countertop, “Fuck, okay-you little-wait, don’t start freaking out, I just-just wait right there.”
Izuku was already frozen where he knelt, possibly in shock from confusion as Kacchan left the kitchen quickly to return to their bedroom. Lots of grumbled cursing ensued. Izuku was definitely about to freak out, no matter what his boyfriend told him. Was Kacchan mad? Should Izuku have waited? Was it about the cup? Was he being rejected? Was-
“You’re not getting rejected!” Kacchan suddenly yelled from the next room, like he could read Izuku’s mind from all the way over there. Okay, then what the hell was going on?
Izuku’s question was answered when Kacchan came back into the kitchen, black velvet box in hand, and knelt down across from Izuku. He opened the box to reveal a gorgeous diamond ring mirroring the one Izuku was holding.
Oh.
Well.
That was fitting.
“Izuku,” Kacchan started to say, but Izuku beat him to it.
“Kacchan I love you will you marry me?” he rattled off in one quick breath, grinning at his boyfriend’s shocked expression.
“You-gah-fucking-,” Kacchan stuttered, pursing his lips but unable to hold back a smile. “God fucking dammit. You couldn’t have waited until literally tonight?”
“That’s not an answer,” Izuku said, feeling warmth start to bloom in his chest.
“Will you marry me?” Kacchan deflected, smirking.
Izuku bit back a squeal of joy. Holy crap Kacchan wants to marry me. “I asked first.”
“I asked second,” Kacchan shot back.
Izuku narrowed his eyes at his soon-to-be fiancé, raising an eyebrow. “Fine,” he said, taking the ring he was holding out of its box, then brandishing it in front of Kacchan, “guess I’ll have to put this on you.” Kacchan’s eyes widened as Izuku lunged at him, tackling him to the ground and grabbing for his hand as they both laughed.
“Like hell you will!” Kacchan laughed, rolling them over and plopping himself down heavily on Izuku’s stomach, pinning him. Izuku giggled, happier than he had ever been, pushing himself up to a sitting position so Kacchan was on his lap.
“I love you,” he said, leaning in to kiss him. Kacchan returned the kiss, deepening it and making Izuku’s chest explode with warm feelings like sunlight. And then he felt something cold on his finger, and realized he’d been tricked.
“Gotcha’,” Kacchan murmured into his lips, smirking.
Izuku let out a breathless laugh, grabbing Kacchan’s hand to slip the ring on. Now that Kacchan had won, there was no resistance. “I assume the answer is yes?” Izuku asked, smiling. “That’s my answer.”
“Mine would be fuck yes, but it’s a similar sentiment,” Kacchan joked, lifting Izuku’s left hand up to kiss his knuckles. Izuku almost started crying when he saw the matching rings now on both their ring fingers.
“I love you so much,” he managed, not giving Kacchan time respond before kissing him hard enough to send him toppling back, following him to the ground so he was on top of him again. He kissed him deeper, then moved to kiss every other inch of him he could get. Kacchan chuckled and hugged him close, doing the exact same thing and making Izuku feel like he’d melt through the floor if Kacchan weren’t there to hold him up.
They were interrupted by a soft mrrrp? and a wet nose poking at Izuku’s cheek.
“Someone came to celebrate,” Izuku giggled, kissing Ultra on the top of her head. “I love you too, kitty.”
“Go away, cat,” Kacchan grumbled, “I’m trying to make out with my fiancé.”
Izuku blushed furiously and grinned at the new title, leaning down to resume kissing Kacchan. This was his life now, and it was going to be his life forever. Forever and ever and ever.
“Nerd, I think we’re burning the fish again.”
The weekend passed in a blur, most of it spent in bed, and before Izuku knew it, Monday had come again, and he had to return to his internship at a psychologist’s office. He’d somehow gotten lucky enough to gain favor with his all-time idol, Dr. Yagi Toshinori, during his first year at UA, which had led to a blessing of an internship while he worked on his doctorate.
He was met with kind congratulations from his coworkers and a few patients when they noticed the ring, and a warm hug from Dr. Yagi, who had become something of a mentor figure to him. Izuku often wondered what his past self would say if he saw himself now, working on a doctorate at his dream school with his idol as his mentor, and now engaged to Kacchan. He’d probably faint.
“We should probably call our parents,” he suggested over dinner that evening, watching Kacchan push Ultra away from him with a light foot on her side. She meowed in protest and stalked over to Izuku’s side of the table, knowing that he was the one more likely to ‘drop’ bits of fish.
“Yeah, probably,” Kacchan agreed, though he didn’t look to keen on the idea, “The hag’s gonna freak.”
Izuku thought on that for a second. His own mother would no doubt start crying. “Not to mention all our friends.”
Kacchan made a face. “Ugh, them.”
Izuku chuckled. “Well, we can’t not tell them.”
“Says who?” Kacchan shot back, “We could elope and never have to deal with any of their shit.”
“Come on, Kacchan, it won’t be that bad,” Izuku said, smiling, “Besides, I want to brag.”
Kacchan quirked up a brow. “Brag?”
“About you, duh,” Izuku said, reaching across the table to poke Kacchan’s nose, “I want to tell the whole world that the most amazing person ever is marrying me. Ha.” That’s right. Kacchan is marrying him.
He was having an internal meltdown.
Kacchan snorted a laugh. “Aren’t you a flatterer? If you’re trying for a kiss, you’re gonna have to stop feeding the brat cat from the dinner table.”
Izuku switched paths midway to giving Ultra piece of fish to eat it himself. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Kacchan laughed at him again. “Anyways, back to our parents?”
“We can facetime your mom tonight,” Kacchan said, waving a hand, “Then my folks later. I know you tell Auntie shit right away.”
The call to his mother went about as expected, which is to say Izuku and Inko both cried a lot while Kacchan watched. Izuku’s mother immediately made plans to take the train to their city that weekend to take them out to lunch in celebration. Izuku was elated to see his mom again and Kacchan didn’t seem to against it. Not, at least, until they told Kacchan’s mom and dad, and they were added to the celebratory lunch too.
They also told Eri that week, when Izuku happened to run into her and her older brother, Shinso Hitoshi, outside his office. Shinso, who had become his friend of sorts through their shared relationship with Eri, gave him a warm congratulations and Eri hugged him very tightly, telling him that Kacchan better be perfect for him in a tone reminiscent of her father’s threatening aura.
Lunch with their parents on the weekend was full of more tears, congratulations, and laughter after Izuku and Kacchan were coerced into telling their engagement story.
All that left was their group of close friends. Auntie Micchan and Uncle Masaru offered to host an engagement party at their home, which was rather large and luxurious due to their lucrative careers in the fashion industry, and Izuku requested some time to think on it before Kacchan could shoot them down immediately. Izuku liked the idea of a celebration, especially just with their friends. This was something he wanted to celebrate! He just needed to convince his fiancé.
“Does it have to be at my fucking parent’s house?” Kacchan grumbled as they drove home from dropping his mother off at the station that Sunday.
“Not like we have space in our apartment,” Izuku pointed out, glad that Kacchan’s complaints seemed to be more towards accepting help from his parents rather than the party itself.
“Or we could just text them,” Kacchan suggested. Okay, maybe Izuku had hoped too soon.
“Kacchan,” he chided, “we are not telling our friends we got engaged over text.”
“I see no problem with that idea,” Kacchan deadpanned. “Oh, fuck, we’re gonna have to invite them to the wedding too, aren’t we?”
Izuku rolled his eyes. “Yes. I’m pretty sure Mina would murder you if you didn’t.”
“She’s gonna want to be a fucking bridesmaid or the goddamn wedding planner,” Kacchan said, smirking despite the complaining tone.
“Look,” Izuku said, getting an idea, “what if we just did the thing we did to tell them we were dating?”
“We never really told them that.”
“Exactly,” Izuku agreed, smiling, “just invite them over for a get-together and wait for them to notice the rings.”
Kacchan was quiet for a second, then snickered. “Alright, fuck, you got me. That’s funny.”
Izuku did and internal fist-pump of celebration. “Your humor is so mean.”
“You suggested it, Deku!”
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Katsuki could not fucking believe Deku had gotten to a proposal first. By ten fucking hours, because Katsuki’s original plan was to do it that evening after taking him out somewhere nice. He was even going to be romantic and shit and do it on that playground. But no, Deku just had to do it right that fucking morning and throw his plans to hell.
Whatever, he’d gotten the ring on first. And besides, hard to be mad when he was now officially engaged to the love of his life. So that was great.
Telling their friends and family? Not so great. Though, Katsuki did like the plan Deku suggested (his fiancé knew him well, that’s why they were getting married), because no matter how annoying his friends inevitable yelling will definitely be, at least he’ll get a laugh at their oblivious expense first.
They’d invited them over to his parent’s house by saying his mom wanted to throw a dinner party and they might as well come for some free food. If there was one thing Katsuki’s friends would never say no to, it was free food. Especially if it came from him or his parents. The fuckers had bummed off him all through high school and weren’t stopping now, even when he no longer saw them every day.
Luckily or unluckily, depends who you ask, all of his and Deku’s friends were able to make that weekend despite their busy lives. They’d all slowly gone off on their different paths after graduations but stayed close to home. He and Deku weren’t the first from their group to get engaged; Uraraka and Tsuyu had been married for about a year by now. Their engagement and following wedding were the first things that got Katsuki really thinking about a future with Deku. It wasn’t that much to think about. As he’d said on that first date, Who the fuck else?
The wives were the first to arrive that night, announcing themselves with a happy squeal from Uraraka when Deku opened the door. He hugged them both while Katsuki stayed back, hoping to avoid that part. Uraraka apparently didn’t give a shit and came over to hug him anyways.
“Hey there, Bakugou!” she chirped, releasing him.
“Round Face.”
“This is a nice-ass house,” Uraraka said, looking around the genkan with wide eyes.
“Thanks!” Katsuki’s mom said loudly, appearing out of nowhere and making Uraraka jump. “Hey, I’m Bakugou Mitsuki, Katsuki’s mother.”
“Oh, hello!” Uraraka said, quickly composing herself, “I’m Uraraka Ochako, so nice to meet you. Thank you for inviting us to your home!”
“My pleasure,” his mom grinned.
“I’m Tsuyu Asui, Ochako’s wife,” Tsuyu said, stepping forward and bowing, “Thank you for having us.”
“God, Katsuki, all your friends are way too nice for you,” Mitsuki joked, poking him in the ribs with her elbow.
“You’re one to talk,” he shot back. His mom’s best friend was Auntie Inko, for fucks sake, and she was married to his dad. Talk about to nice for her.
His mom just smirked. “Seems like you and I have that in common, son. Who knows how we got these people to stick around this long.”
“Probably your charming personalities,” his dad said, coming up behind his wife to kiss her on the cheek. Gross.
“Yeah, that’s it,” his mom grinned.
“Hi, by the way,” Masaru said, looking over at Uraraka and Tsuyu, “I’m Bakugou Masaru.”
Katsuki stifled a groan as Uraraka and Tsuyu repeated the same old pleasantries to his dad. He hated shit like this, all the bowing and politeness. Deku, knowing this, came over to kiss his cheek then poke his nose.
“Where’s that charming personality, Kacchan?” he teased, smirking.
“Must’ve left it at home,” Katsuki said, leaning into Deku’s side as their guests and his parents talked. Deku laughed quietly and slipped and arm around his waist, fitting them comfortably side-by-side. See, this is what Katsuki would rather be doing right now, spending alone time with his fiancé. But whatever, he might as well try to enjoy this, if not only for Deku’s sake.
The rest of their friends came soon after, last of which being Mina and Kaminari, who were late to everything. No one had said a thing about their rings, which Katsuki was pleased with. It would ruin the fun if they noticed right away.
And, fine, he’d admit it was nice to see all the idiots again. They’d been his friends for ten years, he was aware that he cared about them.
They spent the beginning of dinner talking about each of their lives and how things were going. Tsuyu and Uraraka were living their blissful married life, Uraraka enjoying her job as an engineer for her parent’s company and Tsuyu somehow juggling a job as an elementary school therapist and earning her doctorate, something she and Deku bonded over. Kirishima had recently gotten signed to a professional soccer team; Sero finally got some promotion he’d been going after; Todoroki was working his way through his dad’s company; Iida was also in some family business with cars and shit; Mina was taking trapeze classes, for some reason; and Kaminari was Kaminari.
Katsuki got caught up in it, but it didn’t stop him from sometimes glancing over at Deku or the rings on their fingers and remembering that, unfortunately for his friends, his life was always going to be exponentially better than theirs, solely because he had Deku, and they didn’t.
Another thing Katsuki had learned about himself over the past seven years: he was sappy as shit.
He suddenly felt a light tap on his shoulder and Deku leaned into his side to whisper, “I can’t believe no one’s said anything yet.”
Katsuki snorted quietly. “They’re a little busy with Mina’s stories, I think,” he whispered back. Just across the table from him Mina was spinning some dramatic monologue about how she’d ended up signing up for trapeze classes, something about a hot bartender and a pet snake, possibly a travelling circus. Katsuki hadn’t really been listening.
“It’s certainly a doozy,” Deku chuckled softly, “How much money says it’s fake?”
Katsuki shrugged and took a sip of his water. “All of it?”
“Really?” Deku frowned. “I feel like Mina has gone through some crazy stuff before.”
“Yeah, crazy shit she created,” Katsuki said. Deku laughed again.
“Alright, new bet,” he said, “how much says none of them notice before dinner is over?”
“No money, but I’ll wear the fucking All Might onesie,” Katsuki offered.
Deku’s eyes sparkled, and he smirked. “And then a matching family photo?” He was referring to the All Might costume he had bought for the fucking cat.
Katsuki scowled. “If you want that you’re gonna have to up the ante on your end, Deku.”
“I’ll…marry you?” Deku suggested innocently. Katsuki laughed.
“Already fucking doing that.”
Deku smiled wider and kissed his cheek. “Oh, yeah. Then I got nothing.”
“Nice to know seven years together hasn’t put a damper on you two’s grossness levels over meals,” Sero said, making both of them look over. There were a few laughs from around the table.
“Shut yer trap, Soy Sauce,” Katsuki responded, taking another sip of water, this time with his left hand around the cup. Maybe he didn’t mind the All Might onesie. And pushing this dinner out was only delaying the inevitable.
“How is it in Deku and Kacchan land, you two haven’t said much,” Uraraka asked, smiling.
“That would be Deku and Kacchan and Ultra land, mind you,” Deku corrected, making Uraraka laugh, “and it’s great!”
“Yeah, ‘cept for the cat fucking up my lab notes,” Katsuki grumbled, remembering how Ultra had knocked his coffee cup over that past week and spilled it all over the data he was transferring to his computer. Why did he love her so much?
“She just wanted attention, Kacchan,” Deku said, patting his shoulder.
“Everyone in my house wants attention,” Katsuki shot back, not really complaining.
Deku smiled and hugged him with one arm around his shoulders. “That’s because we love you!”
“Who knew one day Bakugou of all people would have a domestic life,” Kaminari said. The rest of Katsuki’s friends nodded in agreement.
“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Katsuki snapped.
“It means if I told first year Bakubro that by the time he was twenty-five he would’ve been in a committed relationship for seven years and had a cat named for All Might, he would’ve punched me in the face before I even started talking,” Kirishima joked, grinning. Katsuki scowled at him, though he was right.
“Yeah, next thing we know you’re the first of us five to get married!” Mina laughed.
Is she fucking serious.
Katsuki just stared at her in judgmental silence, left hand still around his cup on the table, ring literally in full view for her to see. He heard Deku stifle a giggle behind him.
“Oh, come on, Blasty,” Mina said, somehow still not catching on, “you’re seriously that opposed the idea?”
Kirishima frowned at her. “Mina, that’s not really-”
Oh for fuck’s sake, I’m done. This was funny, but he was getting impatient with his friends utter lack of observational skills. “I never said I was opposed to it,” Katsuki interrupted, drumming his fingers once through on the side of his cup. Deku put a hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter, also showing off his ring in the process.
Their friends looked confused for a second, then Katsuki watched as Mina’s eyes slowly travelled down. He leaned towards Deku to whisper, “Three, two, one-”
“OH MY FUCKING GOD I HATE YOU!” Mina screeched, jumping to her feet. Deku burst out in laughter so loud Katsuki eardrums were about to break, and chaos was upon them. Every single one of their friends were yelling at them at once, while Katsuki and Deku could only cackle in response. Fucking finally.
“MIDORIYA IZUKU, IS THAT AN ENGAGEMENT RING?” Uraraka yelped.
“I cannot believe you two would do this to us again!” Kaminari shouted, “You think this is funny?” Katsuki started laughing harder at that, a suitable answer to his question.
“Is this an engagement party? This is an engagement party!” Mina yelled, looking a little crazy as she raked a hand through her fluffy pink hair.
“I’m so happy for you two!” Tsuyu said, smiling brightly.
“How long?” Kaminari demanded, slamming a hand down on the table.
“You did it!” Kirishima grinned proudly, the one person Katsuki had actually told about any of this.
“You better start explaining,” Sero said, pointing a finger at them.
“Kirishima did you know about this?” Mina yelped, whirling around to face a nervous-looking Kirishima.
“Congratulations,” Todoroki’s pleasanter-than-usual monotone cut through the yelling.
“This is wonderful news,” Iida added.
“Oi!” Katsuki yelled, figuring enough was enough and he should probably stop this before Mina murdered Kirishima, which she looked dangerously close to doing. “Shut up, you’re being shitty dinner guests!”
“You’re being a shitty host!” Mina shot back, “And I didn’t mean that because I am so happy for you but also what the hell?”
“You madmen enjoy this, don’t you?” Kaminari accused.
Katsuki snorted and Deku giggled again. “Fuck yeah, that’s why we did it.”
“Okay, okay, you have had your fun,” Uraraka said, taking a deep breath, “Now can you please explain why you are both wearing engagement rings?”
“I feel like that answer is pretty obvious,” Katsuki deadpanned, earning a glare from everyone at the table except Deku.
“Kacchan and I got engaged two weeks ago,” Deku finally explained, laying a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder and beaming. Then came another round of happy squealing and more congratulations.
“Tell us the story!” Mina demanded, eyes wide and glittering with excitement. “You both have rings! Who proposed?”
“Me,” Deku answered, making Katsuki glare at him.
“Excuse you, I got your ring on first,” he corrected.
“That’s because you cheated, and also I still asked before you did,” Deku said, grinning.
“By like ten fucking seconds!” Katsuki protested.
“Oh my God you guys proposed at the same time?” Mina said, giggling.
“And now they’re competing about it!” Kaminari added with a grin, “This is the most on-brand thing ever!”
“Okay, but where was it?” Uraraka asked, “Fancy date night? On the beach?”
“You proposed the me on the beach, that was beautiful,” Tsuyu said, making her wife smile.
“Nothing fancy like that,” Deku answered, “It was just in our kitchen.”
“Aw, that is so cute!” Mina cooed.
Deku was smiling so brightly Katsuki was going to go blind. “Kacchan got so startled he dropped a cup.”
“Which I caught,” Katsuki cut it, poking his fiancé’s cheek, “saving you from yet another injury.”
Deku nodded. “Yeah, I was very much hoping I made it through this one unscathed, which I did!”
“What do you mean?” Todoroki asked, tilting his head.
“Ah, well…,” Deku started sheepishly.
“Deku’s got a bad track record going,” Katsuki interrupted, starting to count off on his fingers, “First kiss and date he burned his hand, the day I told him I loved him he slammed face-first into a pole and got a bloody nose, the day we moved into together he hit his head on the coffee table and gave himself a migraine. At this rate he’ll be breaking bones on our wedding day.”
“But nothing happened this time!” Deku said as their friends laughed.
“You almost burned breakfast,” Katsuki reminded him.
“But no injuries,” Deku pointed out, grinning, “I’d say the curse is broken.”
“We’ll just have to see about that.”
They did, in fact, see about that, a little less than a year later on a warm August afternoon. As Katsuki had expected, Mina had jumped on her chance to play wedding planner, and seeing as Katsuki had little interest in doing so himself and little money to pay anyone else, he and Deku let her have her fun. She, Kaminari, and Uraraka whisked together a mix of Japanese and Western wedding traditions, as was apparently common nowadays. The only wedding Katsuki had ever been to was Uraraka and Tsuyu’s, so he didn’t know much.
What he did know was that he finally marrying Deku today, and that was fucking awesome.
He was hardly hearing all the things his dad, their officiant, was saying, too busy looking into Deku’s gorgeous, misty viridian eyes and thinking about how goddamn handsome he was, how much Katsuki loved him. He hadn’t thought it was possible to love someone this much, hadn’t thought real people could ever look at someone else brushing their teeth in the morning or playing with a cat or talking about a movie and be overwhelmed with the feeling of something more than sunlight.
Deku started talking, making Katsuki realize his dad had stepped back to let them recite the vows they had written. Deku’s voice was already cracked and warbly, and Katsuki legitimately had no idea if he was going to make it through without crying. Hell, even Katsuki felt like crying right now.
“Kacchan,” Deku started, just the one word before he choked up and sniffled loudly, “oh boy, this is going to be difficult.” There were a couple chuckles from their small group of family and friends, but Katsuki hardly noticed. Deku took a deep, shaky breath.
“Kacchan, I don’t think there are enough notebooks in the entire world to fill up with everything I feel about you. Even-even love sometimes doesn’t feel like enough. And I bet you think that’s super cliché and lame,” he added with a wet chuckle as Katsuki rolled his eyes, “but it’s the truest way I’m eloquent enough to put it. You mean-you mean everything to me, Kacchan, and sometimes I can’t believe how far we’ve come from little kids wrestling on the playground every day.”
“Not that far,” Katsuki murmured, making Deku laugh and sniffled again.
“Yeah, maybe not that far in some ways,” he amended, smile soft and intimate. Katsuki wanted to kiss him so bad right now. “You’ve-you’ve been my hero since the first day I can remember, and I’d follow you to the ends of the earth if you let me. But I know you won’t, because I know last time I told you that, you said that’d be boring as fuck and you’d rather have me next to you. And that’s my favorite place to be. I can’t wait to be by your side for the rest of our lives. And I have so much more I could say, but I’m going to wrap this up before I have a breakdown.” There were tears rolling down his freckled cheeks now, but his smile was still there.
“I love you, Kacchan. I promise to love you for the rest of forever and even longer. I promise to stay by your side and care for you, not because you need me to, but because I want to. And I promise to stick by every promise we made since we were four years old, because I loved you back then and I love you more now.” With that, he was finished, looking at Katsuki with so much love in his eyes Katsuki’s heart was aching in his chest.
He took a deep breath, composing himself because no, he was not about to cry right now.
“Izuku,” he started, thanking whoever that he wasn’t croaking, “you know I’ve never been one for luck. But, fuck, there had to be some of it at play for me to be here right now. Sometimes that’s all I can think about. How goddamn lucky I am to see you every day, how lucky I was to find you again, how lucky I was to meet you at all. How lucky I am that you gave me that second chance, that you never gave up on me. But I’m not here to let luck take all the credit, because I want to work hard and deserve you. You’re so bright and smart and kind and brave to a fault and so much other shit it’d take forever to list.
“So, I promise to stay by your side too, to support you and love you and be what you need.” He took another shaky breath, smiling gently and thinking back to that day at the park so many years ago. “I promise that I’m never pushing you away again, and I’m never letting you go. Because there’s no one else. There never was, Izuku. There never will be.”
Deku was on the verge of sobbing now, bringing his hands up to his face to wipe away thick tears and letting out a wet laugh. “Kacchan’s amazing,” he whispered, giving Katsuki a look of adoration that always took his breath away.
Katsuki’s smiling father held out the cups of sake for san-san-kudo, and they each sipped from the cups before joining hands between them. That was something Katsuki could never tire of: holding hands with Deku. Cheesy as that fucking was.
His dad addressed Deku first, handing him the ring. “Midoriya Izuku, do you take this man to be your husband, to love him through better and through poorer, through sickness and through health, as long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” Deku answered softly, slipping the ring onto Katsuki’s finger.
“Wait,” Katsuki said, stopping before his father read the line out to him. He met Deku’s eyes, trying to look and sound as serious as he possibly could. “Izuku…tell me…do you swear on All Might?”
Deku’s wet green eyes went wide and he let out a bubbly laugh, sniffling dramatically and squeezing Katsuki’s hands.
“Deku, that’s not an answer,” Katsuki said, making him start laughing even harder until he slowly dropped to a squat on the floor, holding Katsuki’s hands above his head. Katsuki bit back his own laughter, but a few giggles and snorts escaped. “Izuku, what are you-we are getting married right now. Stand up.” Deku broke into another bout of giggles, allowing Katsuki to pull him back up to his feet.
“Oh my God, yes, I swear on All Might,” Deku managed, wiping his eyes before grabbing Katsuki’s hand again.
Katsuki’s dad chuckled, turning to Katsuki even as Deku struggled with holding back more laughter. “Bakugou Katsuki, do you take this man to be your husband, to love him through better and through poorer, through sickness and through health, as long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” Katsuki said, only not swearing because he wasn’t sure if that would count.
“Swear on All Might?” Deku asked, holding up a pinky finger.
“Swear on All Might,” Katsuki agreed, linking their fingers together.
“Then by the power vested in me by Shizuoka Prefecture and the country of Japan, I now pronounce you husband and husband,” his father said, barely making it through the sentence before Katsuki and Deku were on each other, pressing tightly together.
The kiss felt like pure light soaking through him, warming him from the inside out, sunlight flowing through his veins. It was a love he’d felt since childhood, all the feelings he’d tried to repress and come to embrace. It was every one of those magical things he’d felt in their first kiss times a thousand, because now there were even more memories, even more beautiful things to look back on, even more instances to love Izuku and feel Izuku love him. And at the center of it all, burning through his chest, was the promise of so many more.
So many more, for the rest of their lives.
Swear on All Might.