Love is what you make of it - Koji Koda x Reader
Your apartment lies empty and quiet as you return and you dock your phone to the Bluetooth speaker in the kitchen, opting for a Lo-Fi Playlist as you unpack the groceries.
“Fresh Carrots for Yuwai-chan,” you sing, dropping a few in a bowl and petting the rabbit before leaving it to snack on it.
The laundry needs folding, and you left a stain on the mirror this morning that looks suspiciously like lipstick but is much harder to clean. However, after everything’s done, you'll still have time to spare.
“Dinner it is,” you tell Yuwai-chan with a smile, opting to swipe through recipe ideas on your phone but getting distracted by something else instead.
Five years ago, your photo app declares, highlighting a familiar selfie.
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“Say cheese!” You call out, not surprised when no one does.
“Oh, it looks great!” You turn your phone around to show off the picture. “This could go on our new ad!”
“If you say so,” Shoji-san pats your shoulder with one hand. “I’ll get back to work now.”
“Right,” you smile after him before turning to your other boss, the third person in your new favorite picture. “Koda-san, I’ve got you the list of Heteromorph students in Hero Training you asked for. Oh, and Hero Network asked if they could book you for a special. The topic is ‘Language barriers and how to overcome them’.”
Koda-san smiles, takes the list from you, and gives you a vague gesture.
“Right,” you nod, “I’ll ask them for more information and tell them you’re thinking about it. Enjoy your office, I’ll be here if you guys need me.”
You take a seat at your desk as he shuffles off, the steadily growing list of unread emails in your inbox more a challenge than a threat.
You’re not exactly sure what it was that made Shoji-san decide that you’re the right one for the job, or what it was that made you decide to apply in the first place, but you’re glad you’re here.
Starting an Agency is never easy, but with the Heteromorph Community backing you up, there’s no way you could fail.
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Back in the future, you smile at the exasperated smile on Koji’s lips and the quiet amusement on Mezo’s features. You’re sure you have at least five better selfies of the three of you now, but this one still holds a special place in your heart.
You swipe through memories of your first year at the Agency and move to sit on the floor when Yuwai-chan hops over for some much-needed scratching behind her floppy ears.
There’s Dinner with Tsuyu-chan and Tokoyami-kun, a screenshot of the Newspaper article about your agency that wrongly features you as the Pro Hero and Koji as your sidekick, twenty pictures of different animals you’ve encountered during lunch break, and then a video:
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“Stop!” You can hear yourself laughing, the camera directed at the floor. “Stop, I can’t breathe!”
There’s rustling and the camera moves when you lift your phone, accidentally focusing the camera on Koji. He’s watching you, warmth and affection in his eyes you denied for weeks when you found this video, days after you two had to get ready for an official business dinner, him fighting with his tie and you fighting your laughter as his mockery of the needed business attire.
It had no longer been a rare moment then, him letting loose in your company, the few comments he dropped were always well-placed and so funny you almost peed yourself.
You’d known he was your favorite Boss from the day you started working with them, but watching this video for the first time had convinced you of your true feelings and gave you hope he might be feeling the same for you.
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Yuwai-chan bites into your pointer finger, pulling you away from your phone.
You have no idea what she’s trying to tell you, but your stomach growls, reminding you that you had originally planned to make Dinner, not getting lost in the memories.
“Right,” you tell the rabbit, patting her once more before getting up and docking the phone again for some much-needed background music.
You’re almost done by the time you hear the front door unlock.
Without hesitation, you turn off the music and turn down the heat, stepping around the corner.
Koji sends you a tired smile and you lift your hands to sign “Welcome back, Love”.
He doesn’t answer at first, just slips out of his shoes and jacket before walking over, drawing you in.
Koji is not a man of many words.
Even here, at home where he feels safest, does he speak little.
He prefers silence over sound and a gesture over a word.
That doesn’t mean he won’t speak, won’t spill his thoughts to you when asked - or even unprompted, but you’ve long since learned that he cherishes silence in the first few minutes after he returns home, just until he’s settled in the quiet.
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“Good Morning, Boss!” You sign as you walk in, handing him a cup of herbal tea with a smiley face drawn on the lid.
When he smiles back, you dare to raise your hands again, signing a “You look lovely today!” only to watch him blush.
Kuwahara-san, your newest hire, is looking over from his desk, but you take immense pleasure in the fact that he’s not yet proficient enough in sign language to know you’re flirting at the job.
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Koji’s hands, big, warm, and familiar, rub comforting circles onto your back as he holds you.
You could fall asleep with him hugging you like this. You know that, you’ve done it before.
His breath washes over you, in and out, calming himself as much as you, until he settles.
“Missed you,” he mutters quietly, not quite letting go. His voice washes over you like summer rain. “How was your afternoon?”
“Busy,” you respond, nuzzling your nose against his neck. “But I got everything done. Can’t wait to get back to work tomorrow. My Boss is so cute!”
Koji blushes softly. “You shouldn’t flirt with him so much.”
“Not fair,” you tell him with a pout. “He flirts back just as much.”
He hides his chuckle in your hair, sways you left to right and back again. “You’ve been making Dinner?”
“Mhm, almost done. Do you wanna take a shower before we eat?”
“Can’t we stay in tonight?” He asks, almost pouting.
“You want to?” You ask, leaning back to look up at him. “I thought you wanted to meet up with your friends?”
“Sure, but I can meet them next month.”
“Ah,” you kiss him. “And next month you’ll be too lazy or worse, busy. Let’s eat and decide then, huh?”
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You press a hand to your mouth as you yawn, going through your to-do list once more.
Outside, night has fallen over the city, but work never stops. Kuwahara-san has gotten the flu this week and his staying home means double the work for you.
Mezo is out of the office for the day and Koji left for Patrol earlier, leaving everything in your trusted hands.
You yawn once more, debating if you should get a cup of coffee or start some upbeat playlist for a much-needed boost of energy when you hear the door open.
“Hello?” You call out, blinking down the dimly lit hallway. You can only make out a hand waving at you, but the size and form of it is familiar.
“Koji? What are you doing back here?”
“I-” He swallows thickly. “I wanted to walk you home.”
“Oh.” Truth be told, you still need at least another hour to get through your list. You live on the opposite side of the city as well, though he probably knows that already.
But there’s an earnestness in his eyes and a quirk to his mouth that has you click your laptop shut.
“I appreciate it,” you tell him, gathering your stuff. “How was Patrol?”
“Quiet,” he helps you into your jacket, his hand warm on your back as he walks you out, “How was work?”
“Quiet,” you smile up at him as the elevator dings, reaching for his hand when it drops from your back. A blush forms high on his cheeks when your fingers intertwine with his. You squeeze his hand and he squeezes back, a wordless agreement if there’s ever been one.
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Koji sings in the shower.
It’s one of the few secrets you’ll never share with anyone and the sole reason you always take so long to do your make-up.
Your foundation dries unevenly as you take a seat on the bathroom counter, listening to Koji’s voice over the backdrop of the running water.
Today’s song, you realize, is from your workout playlist, so upbeat and catchy that you can’t help but sing along.
“Wave your hands in the air like you don't care, glide by the people as they start to look and stare…”
Koji pulls back the shower curtain to throw you a look, the blush on his cheeks now a deep purple as you throw him a kiss.
“One more!” You insist, but he silences you with a kiss, snorting when you pretend to smother him with the towel slung around his shoulders.
“I love your singing,” you tell him in earnest when he’s dried off and hanging around the bathroom counter, not quite touching, but not leaving you alone either. “It’s so sweet.”
Wordless, he leans into you, his chin on your shoulder. You know he knows you mean it.
“What do you want me to wear tonight?” He asks instead, effortlessly changing the topic.
“Oh, that red shirt you bought recently,” you pucker your lips for a kiss before you have to put on lipstick. “I found a bracelet that matches it exactly.”
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Despite both of you doing everything in your power to drag your feet, you still make it to the bar with time to spare, unsurprised to find at least three people who’re even earlier than you.
“It is good to see you!” Iida waves enthusiastically, squeezing past Ojiro and Mezo to shake your hands. “Punctuality truly is a rare thing nowadays.”
“I’ll get us drinks,” you tell Koji, squeezing his hand before letting go. “The usual, right?”
You run into Hagakure at the bar, surprised to find her early for once.
“Ojiro made me come in early,” she pouts. “I couldn’t even do my makeup properly!”
You know from experience that it won’t do well to tell her that no one can tell the difference and nod instead, letting her spill all the tragic happenings of this week to you as you wait.
“Wait!” Invisible fingers fold around your wrist. “Is that-?”
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Even you, with barely any knowledge about the typical bird population of Musutafu, know that this bird is a rare sight.
You watch with bated breath as it hops onto your shoulder, something glimmering and glistening in its peak.
“Koji?” You ask when you realize, but when you turn to look he’s already on one knee, one large hand warm on your knee.
“Do-?” His voice breaks and he moves to sign language, his lips quivering as he signs. “Do you want to marry me?”
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“Ah,” you smile down at the two rings adorning your hand. “Yes. We got married.”
“When? How? I need to know everything!”
“Relax,” you take two bottles from the bartender and smile at where you assume Hagakure’s face to be. “I’ll get Koji his drink and then I’ll tell you everything!”
“No fair!” She whines after you, but she lets you slip away nonetheless.
“Here,” you press a bottle into Koji’s waiting hands before whispering into his ear. “The jig is up. Hagakure has seen my ring.”
Koji tenses just a little before he pulls you in, the quirked line of his mouth nothing special to anyone but those utterly familiar with him. You kiss the corner of it, squeeze his hand until it relaxes again.
“Love you,” you tell him, not yet sated with the feeling of it. You’ll probably never get tired of saying it.
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There’s a faint outline of a necklace under Koji’s shirt, with his wedding band right above his heart.
You let your head rest there as you listen, the words not quite reaching your ears.
It’s always like that, in the late hours of the night, when everyone should be on their way home already, but no one’s willing to part.
Hagakure’s need for knowledge has been satiated hours ago and you’re sure everyone in this room has already been informed, courtesy of Class A’s favorite gossiping duo, Hagakure and Ashido.
Not that Mezo didn’t know already. He’d known from the start.
You’d lie if you said you hadn’t wanted him present, though you knew that only the smallest celebration would have felt true to the two of you, to Koji specifically. Just his parents and yours, the closest family, and a week off to explore the countryside.
Mezo had hugged the two of you goodbye before you left and welcomed you back with just as open arms once you returned.
But what is a wedding if not a testament to the character of your love?
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Musutafu is never quite as dark at night as you’d like it to be, not after you’ve seen the sparkling night sky only visible in the calm countryside.
Your joined hands swing between your bodies as you walk and you listen, lost to the sweetness of Koji’s voice, as he retells a particularly fond memory.
“So we visited every room,” he says, squeezing your hand one, two, three times without even thinking about it, “and even though I was nervous about it, they all liked mine. I think it was because of Yuwai-chan.”
“The heartbreaker,” you joke, your heart fluttering at the sight of his smile.
“The heartbreaker,” he agrees quietly, stopping at the corner.
“Koji?” You ask, a little confused when he lifts his other hand to stop you from talking.
“Do you hear that?” He asks.
Faint, but it’s there, the sweetest sound of a love song. You can’t quite make out where it’s coming from, but it doesn’t matter, really, not when Koji’s pulling you in already, swaying you slowly to the beat.
“Is this because we didn’t have a First Dance at our wedding?” You ask, giggling when he twirls you.
“No,” Koji insists, his eyes sparkling with an emotion you know too well. “This is because I love you.”
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“Do you regret it?” Koji asks, his eyes on you as you watch the fields outside glow golden in the rising sun. “Getting married like this?”
You’d been driving all night for a view like this and though the Hotel Room is sparse with furniture, the world around all but makes up for it.
“Never,” you tell him sincerely, sinking further into his embrace. “After all, love is what you make of it, right? And I’m sure to make the most of it.”
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