"Hey.. sorry for waking you up," he paused "I can't fall asleep... the nightmares are back.."
Izuku had been having reoccuring nightmares about Katsuki's death, the image had been haunting him. Even though Katsuki had survived, he couldn't help but worry.
"hm.. dammit 'Zuku, just get in here.." Katsuki huffed, sleepily grabbing Izuku's arm and dragging him into the bed.
"uwah!" Izuku giggled, "Kacchan~!" He wrapped his arms around Katsuki's waist, burying his face in his neck. "I love you Izuku.." Katsuki mumbled. Izuku's eyes widened, did Kacchan just say he... loved him? "W- what..? Ka- Kacchan..?" Izuku stuttered, his face turning bright red. Staring into Katsuki's sleepy eyes.
"Sorry... I-.. shouldn't of said that" Katsuki whispered, trying to hide his face in the pillow.
"Kacchan-! No no..! I'm..." he paused, "I'm glad to hear it..." he said fondly, a cheeky smile growing on his face. "I love you too Kacchan.."
Katsuki's eyes widened, but quickly narrowed back to slits, he gently cradled Izuku's cheek with his hand. Slowly pully him close, connecting their lips in a soft kiss. Izuku's lips were so soft, so gentle. The kiss felt like it lasted for minutes, but in reality it was only a couple seconds. Izuku looked at Katsuki through green curls, "Kacchan.." he said breathlessly, "hah.. I really love you Kacchan.."
Katsuki couldn't hold back the fond smile growing on his lips, "Love you too nerd.."
the one where izuku falls asleep on the couch again
Izuku wasn’t supposed to be awake. He wasn’t supposed to be curled on the couch at 2AM with his laptop dimly lighting his face, grading his students’ essays with a tired furrow in his brow. But Katsuki comes home from patrol late, boots heavy against the hardwood, and finds him there anyway.
The years have stretched them both into adults, but nothing could iron out Izuku’s bad habits. His hair is still a mess, his notebooks still scattered in dangerous stacks across the coffee table, and his hoodie is still at least two sizes too big.
“Izuku,” Katsuki says, voice gruff from the night air.
Izuku looks up, blinking owlishly, eyes too soft for the hour. “Kacchan. You’re back.”
Katsuki drops his gear bag by the door and stalks over, every step deliberate. “Why the hell are you still up?”
“I-uh-” Izuku stammers, sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “My students turned in their first quirk analysis reports. I wanted to get through at least half before tomorrow.”
Katsuki narrows his eyes, leaning down until his shadow swallows Izuku’s screen. “And when were you planning to sleep? Next week?”
Izuku laughs, quiet and a little nervous. “I was getting there.”
Katsuki doesn’t answer right away. He just plucks the laptop out of Izuku’s lap, snaps it shut, and sets it firmly on the coffee table. Izuku makes a sound of protest, but it dies when Katsuki sinks down onto the couch beside him, thigh pressed warm against his own.
“You’re a damn idiot,” Katsuki mutters, sliding an arm behind Izuku’s shoulders and tugging him until he tips against his chest.
Izuku melts embarrassingly fast, body going loose, head fitting under Katsuki’s jaw like it’s been waiting for this exact spot all day. “You’re warm,” he mumbles, and it comes out so fond that Katsuki feels his heart stutter against his ribs.
“Tch. Course I’m warm. I just walked ten blocks in the summer heat.” But he doesn’t let go. His grip only tightens, grounding, steady.
For a long while, the apartment is quiet except for their breathing. Katsuki can feel the exhaustion in Izuku’s body, the way his muscles finally relax, the way his breathing evens out in the safety of his arms. He presses his nose to that mess of green curls, exhales slow.
“Dumb nerd,” he says, softer this time.
Izuku, half-asleep already, smiles against his chest. “Love you too, Kacchan.”
And Katsuki thinks, yeah. Maybe coming home to this idiot every night is worth every fight it took to get here.
Things are different now. It’s not like he doesn't care but his ambition is slightly lost. He’s come to the conclusion that the reason he wanted the top Hero spot was for Izuku to chase after him, to give him that look that pushes him to do more. To strive.
Right now he’s in the middle of the grocery store and wandering through the aisles. Fuck. How much does he even have in his bank account?
Or, post chapter 430 Katsuki is contemplating his future with Izuku. Based off some meme's online with a cutesy ending.
Slowly but surely. No idea when I'll get the full thing out, but I thought I'd at least drop a little teaser in the meantime 😁 will probably be part of my fluffy bkdk one shots series, unless it spirals out of my control, which at this rate is wholly possible.
No quirks, alt universe wip.
CW: swearing.
Anyways, teaser under the cut!
Izuku pouted up at a scowling Katsuki from where he was treading water in front of the wharf. “Please, Kacchan? It’s so slimy and I can’t get a good footing to get myself out.” It was a bald faced lie. He didn’t need his feet to get out when he had enough upper body strength to lift himself onto the platform, like he’d done dozens of times by now. But Katsuki didn’t need to know that.
Skeptical ruby irises gleamed down at him, an unreadable look passing momentarily across his face. After a beat, the blond huffed and uncrossed his arms. “Fucking useless nerd,” He squatted down at the edge of the wharf and extended his hand. “C’mon then!”
Izuku couldn’t help the grin that spread over his face as he stared at the gorgeous man above him, bathed in moonlight enough to make his platinum hair appear almost silver, the reflection of the water swimming in his eyes like fine wine. God, he was so beautiful it was borderline painful. He almost felt bad for what he was about to do. Almost. Izuku grabbed hold of Katsuki’s hand, immediately trying not to think about how warm and soft it was, despite the callouses covering his palm, or the fact that their hands fit together like puzzle pieces. He situated his feet on two of the boards beneath the water, and gave a nod to go ahead.
It happened in one swift movement. As Katsuki stood from his squat, Izuku used his feet to push backwards off the boards, gripping Kacchan’s hand tighter as he pulled him with him.
With an unceremonious yelp and a heavy splash, Izuku had successfully managed what he set out to do.
Katsuki surfaced a moment later, sputtering and cursing up a storm, while the greenette couldn’t help the maniacal laugh that escaped his lips.
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It was one of those rare mornings when Izuku woke, the bed was still warm. The other half still occupied by the silently breathing blond.
Izuku wasted no time turning over, propping himself momentarily on an elbow. The soft glow of a barely risen sun snuck through the slats of haphazardly closed curtains covering the window opposite the bed, allowing emerald eyes to take in the glorious gift beside him. The rays cast streaks of gold across pale skin, igniting stray strands of messy platinum with soft copper tones, and highlighting the near-invisible dusting of chest hair across sculpted pecs.
The arm closest to Izuku was partially stretched out - bent at the elbow, forearm hidden beneath the pillow cushioning the blond’s head. The position made his bicep bulge, beautifully displaying each divot between hardened muscle, while revealing the strips of serratus leading toward the broad curve of his lat spread against the mattress.
It had been nearly four years of drinking in the sight of waking up next to Katsuki, but Izuku didn't think he'd ever tire of it. How could he when the blond was the most incredible creature to ever walk this Earth, and Izuku got to call him his? His Kacchan.
Sometimes, especially in moments like these, it still felt surreal. Like Izuku would suddenly wake up and realize the past four years had been nothing but a fever dream. That he was still in a coma after the war and this Kacchan was nothing more than a figment of his imagination.
Rather than dwell on the negative thought process, the greenette took advantage of Katsuki’s position and carefully maneuvered himself to where he knew all too well he fit like a puzzle piece. Face tucked in the nook between Katsuki’s jaw and shoulder, chest nestled against his side, an arm across the blond’s chest, and a leg hooked on his hip.
Izuku couldn't help but to inhale deeply, relishing in Kacchan’s intoxicating scent of something akin to burnt sugar with a distinct natural spice entwined. He filled his lungs with the sweet musk, nuzzling his face more securely against the satin-soft skin on the expanse of Katsuki’s neck, his heart palpitating with the onslaught of emotion that rapidly filled him.
The hand Izuku had across Katsuki’s chest traced over the length of his collarbone to his shoulder, and down his arm. Committing every bump, curve, and scar to memory over and over again despite how well he already knew every inch of his explosive partner. Izuku dragged his finger tips back up, retracing his path before letting them ghost over the slightly puckered scar beneath his collar, and finally to the broad patch of marred skin in the center of his chest. They were scars that Katsuki wore proudly in a show of protectiveness toward Izuku - something he liked to put on display as a reminder of just how far the blond was willing to go to protect what he cared for. Who he cared for.
Izuku’s heart strained almost painfully in his chest as the love and adoration swelled once again. He would protect Kacchan with his life a million times over, for as long as he was still breathing. He swore it, swore it, swore it.
A large, calloused, searing hot hand suddenly covered Izuku’s own. “Oi, nerd, quit huffing on me like a fucking gluehead. Shit tickles.” Katsuki’s voice was rough with sleep, but his gravelly tone held nothing but affection.
“Sorry, Kacchan. Didn't mean to wake you.” Izuku adjusted, settling his cheek in the concave of Katsuki’s shoulder where it was particularly pillowy with muscle. He hooked his thumb over the blond’s knuckles, squeezing a fraction tighter.
Katsuki grunted in response, maneuvering the arm Izuku was partially laying on to lazily drag his fingers through soft green curls.
“I didn't know you had today off, too.” Izuku spoke again after a beat of silence, relishing in the way Kacchan’s deft fingers carded through his hair, nails scratching pleasantly against his scalp every so often.
“Thought it’d be a nice surprise, or some shit. It feels balls early, go back to sleep. You've got all day to stare at me, or whatever creepy shit you've been doin’.” Despite his words, Kacchan’s hand never stalled on the greenette’s head.
Izuku couldn't help the blush that heated his face. Kacchan wanted to surprise me! God, I love him, I love him, Ilovehimlovehimlovehim - Kacchan always wanted to surprise him, really, but it never got old. The blond knew him better than he knew himself, of course, so it didn’t take that much effort to catch Izuku off guard.
Doing a last minute shift switch to get an impromptu day off together. Izuku coming home after a particularily rough patrol to a candlelit bathroom, the tub filled and steaming hot with his favourite eucalyptus scented bubble bath, a glass of his favourite “disgustingly sweet, I don’t fucking know how you drink that shit” white wine already waiting on the edge. A particularly pleasing breakfast item that would make an appearance once in a blue moon that would have Izuku doing a happy dance in his seat (“Calm down, Tickle-Me-Hawks-ass-nerd. It’s just a crepe.”). An in-box, limited edition piece of All Might merch Izuku didn’t have with a bouquet of green roses, adorned with an orange ribbon waiting for him on the kotatsu. A new notebook and a pack of those super nice glidy pens. The list was endless.
There was just so much Kacchan did to surprise him, and no matter how mundane (like the time Kacchan bought that particular shampoo Izuku mentioned he liked the scent of like, maybe once, in passing) he still couldn’t help but to respond as if Katsuki had literally given him the moon. He may as well have, because everyday Izuku woke up and was reminded that Kacchan was the other half of their “Wonder Duo”, that they lived together and shared a bed, that Kacchan was his boyfriend, his partner, his everything - it was like being gifted the moon over and over again.
A smile spread across Izuku’s face as he nuzzled his cheek against Katsuki’s soft skin, a faint murmur of, “Kacchan sugoi,” escaping his lips.
The man in question squeezed Izuku where he held him, a small smile of his own tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Such a damned nerd.”
