Pyonpurin - けいう

Pro Hero, Pro Momma, No problem?

((TW: post partum issues, body self esteem issues, talk of breastfeeding, negative talk about self. Minors DNI.))

Katsumi was *adorable*. At 4 months, her carmine eyes had come in beautifully, and her full head of (h/c) hair, the same as yours swirled and spiked on her pretty little head.

She cooed as you fed her, for the 3rd time that night. Being an exclusively breast fed baby meant you were a milk machine 24-7.

Which also meant Katsuki was free to do his pro hero work at any time.

When he went back to work (a week. The workaholic went back on patrols a week after Katsumi was born. You were less than pleased.), you obviously had taken the brunt of...everything.

Sure, Mitsuki and Masaru visited and helped where they could- but you were the food source, the comfort, the *mother*. And at her age? Mom trumped everyone else.

However, the big day was about to happen. You were going to have a day to yourself, and Katsuki was going to take you out to dinner. Katsumi could take a bottle, thankfully-so she would be watched by Katsuki's parents.

You had taken a maternity leave from your pro hero work, so you hadn't really been outside (aside from Katsumi's doctor appointments) since her birth.

And it was nerve wracking. As you put her back in her bassinet, you couldn't help but worry.

What if you got engorged?

What if Katsumi was inconsolable?

What if she got sick?

What if she-

The door clicked open slowly. You sat up quickly, a hand hovering over Katsumi's sleeping form, ready to protect her.

"Relax. Its me." A familiar gruff voice said, unusually quiet. You let out a soft sigh.

"Katsuki. Geez." You sighed. He began to peel his costume off.

"I got about three hours of sleep I can get in before next patrols. So can you make sure the brat doesn't wake me up?" He asked, and you withheld your tongue.

As if you had gotten any consistent sleep the past months.

"Sure." You said quietly, settling back into bed. He ruffled your hair.

"Thanks. Night." He slipped in, and soon enough he was out.

You wanted to cry. Scream. Wring that stupid neck of his.

You took a breath. Maybe you shouldn't go out. Katsumi needed you here. Right?

No, you needed this. Everyone insisted.

So why did you feel so bad about it??

A few hours after Katsuki left for his agency, Mitsuki and Masaru came by to pick up Katsumi. As you adjusted her carseat once more, you began to explain things. You reached over, taking the bag you had packed that early morning.

"So here's three bottles and some frozen milk in case she wants more. Every three hours she gets like, about 5 ounces-so a full bottle, but she can eat more!" You said, handing Mitsuki her diaper bag, packed to bursting with everything you thought she might need. Mitsuki eyed the bag.

"This is....really heavy!" She chuckled, a bit suprised at the heft of it.

"Better overprepared than under!" You smiled. Masaru and Mitsuki looked at eachother.

"Right, well. We'll be off. Don't worry about a thing, (y/n)! She's gonna be just fine!" Mitsuki said, tapping the hood of their car.

Katsumi made a noise, and you flew to her side. "Oh, it's okay! You're gonna spend time with grandma and grandpop!!" You cooed, and Katsumi looked disgruntled. You frowned. "M-maybe...I can get her to calm down if I'm there-"

"(Y/n), relax!! You're running yourself ragged! Katsuki told us you barely even bathe! That's no good!" Mitsuki pushed her back to the door of her and Katsuki's apartment. "Just leave it to us! Katsumi's in great hands!"

"Okay. But my phone's on! And if I need to feed her instead of the bottle-"

Mitsuki closed the door. You stared at the door blankly, and heard the engine of their car roll away.

Well.

You stared down at the genkan, then shuffled a little. You gave a sniff in the air.

Oh. You smelled like milk, sweat and diaper cream.

Maybe...a bath couldn't hurt...

You hadn't really *looked* at yourself in the mirror for a hot minute. You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror. Your eyes looked tired, baggy and slightly red. Your skin had dry patches all over, and was.. that a pimple?? Your hair was dull and dry, but that wasn't the worst of it. You backed up, looking at your torso.

Oh god.

Where there was once a toned stomach, now was soft. Squishy. And...what were those lines?!

Stretchmarks!? Well. That made sense. And your boobs?? Once decent and perky, now like pancakes, nipples cracked slightly. Breastfeeding did a number on them, that was for sure.

What had happened to the sexy, pro hero (h/n)?? You barely recognized yourself. You felt like a pile of flesh, flabby and used up. You found yourself squatting down, flopping on the small shower stool. You felt the rolls squish and undulate as you sat down, and you felt worse. You quickly showered yourself off, avoiding looking at the mirror. You didn't even want to look at your...nether regions. It probably wasn't too good-looking either.

As you set yourself in the tub, you couldn't seem to enjoy it. You felt like a cow, probably smelled like one, and you were certainly producing milk like one.

No wonder Katsuki worked constantly.

"No, stop that." You said to yourself. Katsuki wouldn't be so vain. And he *cried* when Katsumi was born. There was no way he wasn't happy with his new little family.

You tried to think positively. As you got out of the bathtub, you dried yourself off quickly, going to the bedroom.

You had been wearing pj's and lounge clothes for months. You wondered if you could fit into your regular clothes now.

You stared at your jeans. "I'm sure I can fit into these..." one leg in, and the other followed.

Tight. You struggled with the button. Did....did your hips get wider?? You were careful during pregnancy with what you ate, and stayed active. And even though you still had to eat more calories due to breastfeeding, you hardly ate junk.

But here you were, barely fitting into your old clothes before the pregnancy. Once you squeezed yourself in, you grimaced.

Muffin top city. Population? You.

You immediately shucked off the offending material. You threw open your closet.

Soon, piles of your pre-pregnancy clothes were piled on the unmade bed. You had slid down the closet door, naked and feeling even worse than before. Nothing fit right. You didn't even want to think about how your hero costume would fit once you came back from maternity leave.

Would anyone even take you seriously?

You felt awful.

You swallowed back tears, and slowly got up. You went to your dresser, picking out a nursing bra and your maternity underwear. You felt like a leaky grandma, with the granny panties covering your pooch, and the bra wasn't exactly meant for a sexy lift, either. You slipped in some nursing pads, and grabbed some maternity pants and one of Katsuki's tshirts.

You threw your hair up in a messy bun, and went off to pump the milk now making your breasts feel tight.

Katsuki found you on the couch, snoring away. He kicked off his boots in the genkan, looking up at the clock. 5:39. "...Babe?" He looked down at you, leaning onto the back of the couch.

He sighed. He knew you needed the break. You probably hadn't slept right in months. He went to pull over a blanket over you, until he saw two dark spots on your chest.

Uh oh.

"...Oi, (y/n), wake up. Yer leakin'." He said, shaking your shoulder a little. Your eyes fluttered open, and he smirked. "Hey. You got a situation." He pointed to your chest. You looked down.

Crap.

You felt your boobs and sighed. You were full. Again. "Let me...go pump. I'll be back." You sighed, throwing off the now soiled shirt and bra, turning away to go to the bedroom.

Katsuki looked. He smiled softly at you.

There was the woman who he fell in love with. The woman who was the mother of his child, who he watched become something even more amazing than a hero. A mom. He remembered it like it was yesterday. You, giving birth to his child-sweat, tears and blood, shouting only once or twice in exhaustion. You had held onto his hand like a vice, he had never seen such determination from you. Not even when you did your pro hero work.

You were a goddess. You were amazing. You were *his*.

Not once did he see the flaws as flaws. Stretchmarks were like his scars from his high school years. Badges of honor. Your softer form felt warm and so *right*. And your boobs? Well...he had often gotten unusually jealous of their daughter once or twice, let's just leave it at that.

You felt his eyes staring at you. You turned. "What?"

"I love you."

The room went silent. Katsuki usually only said those words when something big was going on. Like their wedding. Or when she told him she was pregnant. Or when Katsumi was born. It wasn't because he didn't love you, no-far from it. He was a man of action and little words when it came to romance.

You found yourself crying. You crouched to the floor. He went to you, wrapping you up in his arms.

You found yourself word vomiting.

You found yourself admitting to him all your pains, your dark thoughts, your feelings of inadequacy and self loathing. He didn't shush you. He just rocked you back and forth as you cried.

You didn't think motherhood would be so lonely, so...sad. You didn't know if your old self would come back or not.

"What're you saying? Of course it won't." Katsuki suddenly said. You blinked away tears.

"H-huh?" You stuttered.

"I mean...You're always gonna be you. But...you also changed. You have to. People change all the time. You just....changed in a bigger way. You're a mom now. You can't stay the same. But..." he sighed. "Youre...You're beautiful. You keep getting more and more beautiful, and I..." he rubbed his forehead, his other arm still holding you to his chest. "...I feel like I'm falling in love with you all over again." He mumbled, ears turning red. You found yourself blushing. He swallowed. "Look, I'm shit at words-you know that. But where you see all that crappy stuff, I see a warrior. The woman I fell in love with all those years ago back in U.A . I see who you've become-and I still don't get how you can make me act like a lovesick idiot, even now. Dammit, woman!" He huffed. "You don't even know what you do to me, and here you are, thinking you're some sort of fat cow?! That's not just insulting to you. That's insulting to me." He suddenly narrowed his eyes. "How dare you insult my wife and my child's mother."

You trembled. Suddenly, you felt that hot, gooey feeling in the pit of your stomach. He scooped you up, and you squeaked. "K-katsuki! W-wait! I'm top less and I gotta pump-"

"Oh. Don't worry about that, babe." Katsuki smirked. "I'll take care of that...". You blushed. As he walked into the bedroom with you in his arms, you suddenly realized what he meant.

Oh dear.

((Okay. This is purely self-indulgent. As a mom with a now 15 month old, I really poured myself into this. What reader is experiencing I totally felt, and still felt. I actually cried a little when I got to the self depreciation scene. Because that was me. It's still me. Post partum is a bitch. Motherhood tested me so much, and still does. It probably won't make much sense to you till you actually go through it, but it's crazy. Ironically, I was breastfeeding my kid while I wrote half of this. So...maybe this is also a love letter to myself and to any mom's on here still trying to find themselves. Also, you can't tell me Katsuki wouldn't be crying silent tears while holding his kid, you just can't convince me otherwise. Should I do a part two?))

everytime i see a ship fanart i always think "dang i'm so touch starve" but then i imagine doing all that stuff to literally anyone and i immediately want to vomit

PRINCE OF THE COURT! 🎭👑 (kaien plushie PO)🌟

Chapter 25 - Back To Business! 🥦

Summary: Izuku gets back to hero work then leaves the country for a mission. He comes back with a present.

Warnings: swear words, cheeky thoughts, mentions of doing the cheeky but not written out (sorry or you are welcome, depending which side are you on haha)

First Chapter Master List Potato support

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“So… see you after my shift!” Izuku’s smile is pure and happy, eyes full of excitement and love. It’s happening. Izuku is finally going back to work. You could cry from happiness; while it does hurt a bit to be alone in the flat after having this man to yourself for months, seeing him so full of life is worth those few hours of loneliness.

“Don’t forget; do not overexert yourself! You might only be on patrol for four hours, but you’ve been away for a long time. Let Katsuki handle the big boys for now. Okay, hero?”

“Anything for you, madam.” Izuku takes your hand and leaves a kiss on the back of it, his eyes hot and scorching as he looks up at you. It reminds you of another time you’ve seen that look on his face…

“Okay, go before I pull you back to the bedroom, you tease!” You tear your hand away, utterly embarrassed. Izuku only giggles.

“WOW, it’s only 7 in the morning and you are already thinking about being cheeky? I’m the luckiest chap in the whole world!”

Oh, that shit-eating grin…

“Not with you, sir, I’m waiting for you to leave so I can call…”

“Do not finish that sentence unless you want me to do my patrol right in front our apartment complex.” Izuku’s grin changes in a matter of seconds; the green eyed monster (pun intended) is back, the one with the dark, scorching eyes, the one you secretly love so much and has been feeding your dirty little daydreams for more than a year now.

“He might be a neighbor. I’m just saying.” You gulp, incapable to not stare into those eyes.

“Well, then it will be really easy to find his address. Being a hero comes with certain perks… like for instance, a knowledge of how to hide a body so it’s never found.” Izuku winks at you menacingly and points at your neck. “Also, there is a cheeky little hickey on your neck. I wonder who did that?”

The audacity. You can’t help but push him out through the door, utterly embarassed again.

“You are a fucking menace today. Go and think about what you’ve done and I hope to see my lovely, sweet Izu-Izu when you come back! Shame on you!” You close the door on the green head who’s laughing his ass off, even after you shut the door in his face. Just a second later, the door opens again, and you are being forcefully cuddled.

“I’m so fucking late, Sweets.” Izuku giggles to himself, back to his normal self. You sigh into his fluffy curls.

“Stop hugging me and go then!” You snicker back, secretly happy for these last few moments of peace. You are still a little bit traumatized by the last time Izuku went on a shift; the last time, when Izuku did not come home, when he was nothing but a shell put on several different wires to be kept alive… it’s the past but the past can repeat itself; you know it’s really rare these days to get into that kind of trouble, but you can’t control how you feel; you’ll always be worried for a loved one, no matter the circumstances; they might only go out to buy groceries for the week but you would stress your ass off if the “mission” takes too long. It’s a stupid love thing, as Katsuki would say.

“I’ll be careful. I promise.” Izuku leaves one last kiss on your lips and begrudgingly moves towards the entrance. You really want to tease him about not using the back door as he usually does, but you don’t have the heart to do that.

“I know.” You smile to yourself as the door closes.

~•🥦•~

The last few months were… amazing. Izuku got his temporary suit just a few weeks after your conversation with Melissa, Katsuki and Izuku then started to spar 3 times a week; Katsuki had to reduce his hours to be able to be with “the nerd” but it was absolutely worth it for the both of them; Katsuki’s dark circles finally disappeared while Izuku started to be less anxious and his confidence started to grow with every session. After a few weeks, Izuku’s recovery program came to an end as well, meaning he was finally officially free to do whatever he wants without the constant worry for his fresh injuries.

From that point, Izuku was a busy bee; he was taken somewhere every afternoon, sometimes it was Eijirou sometimes Ochako, or on one occasion it was Kouta who came to the door begging for a spar which needless to say, made Izuku’s little heart really fucking happy. You actually managed to persuade the two to let you come along for their training spar in UA; you almost shat your pants from excitement to be in that famous school and you also realized that Izuku will be an amazing father one day. Eraser gave you a stinky side eye when he caught you daydreaming while “watching the show”, but then he gave you a knowing half-smile, which only made the situation worse. Then the cherry on top was when he said “I hope you know I’ll have high expectations for your kid, quirkless or not.”

You couldn’t look that man in the eye after that.

So long story short… they were an interesting few weeks, no day the same as the other. Having Izuku out of your sight also made you appreciate him even more when he’s at home.

Now back to the present… needless to say, you are freaking out a little bit but you also know that Izuku is not alone; Katsuki and Eijirou are both next to him, keeping him safe for the time being, until he’s strong enough to stay on his own two feet. Izuku wasn’t too happy about being babysat like a fresh UA student but after a while he managed to understand that it’s all for his safety.

There are several different reasons to why Izuku is moving in groups; one, his re-appearance might motivate some of the villains to strike the old number one hero at his weakest, just to be able to say that they won a fight with him. Second, while the heroes are close to sniffing out who was the main villain behind Izuku’s attack, the investigation wasn’t closed yet. One single mistake and the history might repeat itself. And the third, probably obvious one is… Izuku is still technically healing and his suit isn’t completed yet. This is a trial run.

As today is Izuku’s first day back, the media was kindly asked to stay away from him for at least for the first week; that doesn’t mean you won’t put on the TV in the background, just in case. It’s a bad habit, but a habit every single significant other and family member does. “No news is great news” is the official motto, apparently.

You’ve learnt that in the “help, I married a hero” support group on Facebook. You are quite sure not a single person in that group is actually married to a hero and it’s more like a role play group but it’s entertaining nonetheless.

By the time your Izu-Izu comes back from his first shift (he actually managed to make his way back around 1PM, which is still 2 hours more than his original finish time but it’s still better than his old 14 hour shifts.), there is lunch on the table, the flat is clean, the plants are watered…

“Were you bored, Sweets?” Izuku laughs as he looks around the flat. Your cheeks are tinted red and you can’t look into his eyes.

“… no?” You mumble, still looking away. There is a comfortable silence for the next few seconds then Izuku finally says the magic word:

“Come here.”

You jump into Izuku’s arms like a feral animal on the verge of dying of starvation.

“Izuuuuuuuu!” You genuinely did not know you can make such an annoying, high pitched noise. It’s actually hurting your ears. Izuku squints for a second but welcomes you with open arms, clearly not as annoyed as he should be. “This was terrible! I can’t say these were the most excruciating 6 hours of my life because I saw you almost die in the TV before, but like… you were not here! I was cold and I had to put on a sweater! I couldn’t reach one of the shelves and I had to get the step stool! I had to use that fancy jar opener to open my jar of pickles!” You whine and Izuku shakes from the laughter under your arms.

“You are not getting sick again, are you?” Izuku reminds you of your shenanigans a few months ago when you basically lost your mind and forgot how to speak coherently or put a filter on your mouth. You two laugh about it right now, but back then, you literally felt your heart break into pieces when he came home hurt “because of you”. And that massive fight after? Never fucking again. Thankfully you are both extremely emotionally intelligent so you managed to use that experience to learn about each other instead of letting the temporary resentment darken your hearts. It was a good lesson; Izuku had learnt that his safety should always be a priority and that being honest about his feelings goes a long way. You’ve learnt how to set boundaries and how to speak up about things that are important to you; like for instance your crush of several months not coming home drenched in blood and on the verge of passing out from blood loss just because they were too worried about you to focus is really important. You didn’t think this is something you need to voice as it is common sense but it is not common sense in Izuku’s brain, apparently.

“No, I’m completely fine. I’m just happy.”

“Because I’m back?” Izuku beams at you then makes a confused face as you shake your head.

“I’m happy because your eyes have that shine in them again… the shine I fell in love with almost a year ago.”

“I was happy before this. You make me happy.” Izuku tries his best to reassure you but you only laugh at his antics.

“You were happy but now… you are content. And happy. You might be my Izuku, but you are also the Japan’s Pro Hero Deku. I can make my Izuku happy but Deku… I can’t give him everything. And that’s completely fine with me. You need your ability to save people just as much as you need me when you get home. You will only ever thrive when you have both… and I respect you for that. It’s what I love about you, Izu.” You leave a tiny kiss on Izuku’s now tearstained cheeks. Izuku doesn’t say anything just pulls you closer and hides his face in the crook of your neck.

“I don’t deserve you. But you told me to be selfish, so I’ll erase that thought from my head.” Izuku gives you a tired smile. “To be honest, these few hours were way too eventful for a first day. I’m really tired. All I want is eat and cuddle on the sofa.” Izuku states confidently. You are so fucking proud of this man, goddamnit!

“Sounds like a good plan to me, hero.” You smile back proudly. Izuku moves his head towards your ears, like he’s about to tell you secret.

“Also, I would really like a dessert for breakfast tomorrow.” Izuku slowly moves towards the sofa and pulls you down to sit in his lap.

“You mean like… a strawberry shortcake? Pudding?” You act like a fool, trying your best to hide your cheeky smile from him. Izuku giggles into your neck.

“Those sound amazing but I’m craving something much sweeter.” Izuku leaves a kiss on your neck. Your whole body shivers. “Softer.” He leaves another kiss, a little bit further down. you can’t help the content sigh that comes out of your mouth. Oh, how much you love this man.

“Keep doing that and I won’t let you rest today at all.” You retort as you slowly pull away from him. “Rest up then come to eat lunch. I’m staaaaarving.” You sigh as you jump off him and make your way towards the table, half-salivating over the lovely scent of your freshly made Katsudon.

Izuku doesn’t reply, his stomach does, with a massive rumble. You both laugh.

~•🥦•~

Izuku’s 4 hour shifts became 6 then 10. Slowly, life started to go back to the old normal, with Izuku being out and about for most of the day and you working on commissions and taking care of the flat. Having Izuku away for so long did some bad things to your mental health first, but Izuku, being as observant as he is, clocked it on the first week and made sure you are happy and being taken care of in those few hours he stayed at home. He also made sure not to do overtime unless he genuinely needed to. It meant the world to you. He even made sure he’s free on the day of your first anniversary; which apparently, in Izuku’s head was a year after your first accidental kiss on the mountain top. Needless to say, you had a “massive fight” after that, trying to make Izuku understand that your anniversary is a year after you two officially decided to be a couple, but Izuku was adamant that him choosing the day of that kiss was him being “sensible” as in his head, his heart was yours since the first time he stumbled through the door drenched in blood, when you two were sitting with your backs to the wall and he cried in your arms.

So now, apparently you have two anniversaries, and both dates must be celebrated with a super expensive dinner in that restaurant “in the sky” and with a hot tub full of roses or bath bombs or whatever silly thing Izuku comes up with. Then there is Valentine’s Day, which is, apparently also a day that must be heavily celebrated by staying home and eating that amazing Strawberry cake from Sato’s new restaurant and a chocolate fountain.

The chocolate fountain is for later.

Yes. It’s uhm… for the main celebration.

…

So yes. Life with Izuku has been great. Both of you are super happy with your relationship and even after a whole year of being a couple, you two can’t get enough of each other and instead of being bored of each other you just get more and more obsessed, making Katsuki fake-vomit every time you two go over to theirs for dinner.

Talking about Katsuki and Eijirou; they adopted a massive Rottweiler puppy. His name is Redrum, murder but backwards but they just call him Red. All Meowth wasn’t too impressed by the big, goofy puppy first but after a while he got used to being harassed by Red and those two together are the funniest pair; All Meowth just plays dead every time Red comes over while Red licks him and pokes him until All Meowth looses his patience and hides under the sofa for the rest of the day.

The agency finds the main leader of the group who attacked Izuku, just a few weeks after Izuku gets the official suit from America. Izuku, Katsuki and Eijirou left the country for 2 weeks to finally put an end to the terrible villain group that hurt Deku.

This brings us to your current situation - you, loosing your mind, alone for two weeks with a grumpy cat and a hyperactive, humongous dog.

~•🥦•~

It has been a bit less than two weeks since Izuku had left to get the bastard who ended his career.

You hate everything. The day is always gloomy, even when the sun shines, your bed never smells the way you like it, even if you wash the sheets over and over again, no one changes the settings on All Meowth’s automatic feeder and there are no new post its on the fridge with silly little drawings of heroes or super cheesy love quotes from Deku. The food tastes plain, your drawings suck, the whole world sucks, you don’t even understand why you woke up from your bed today. You made so much food this week, purely by accident, so used to having to feed a big bulky hero every day that you have enough leftovers for the next two weeks. Hell, even Izuku’s fake plastic plant looks sad. You swear the leaves are drooping, their color more yellow than usually.

You have no idea how is that possible.

You sit at the dining table, bumping your head into it over and over, thinking about getting some special vitamins that boost your serotonin levels, because you swear to god have depression, or some kind of separation anxiety or the hell knows, but something is surely wrong with you.

Your phone rings next to you; you jump up from your seat so quickly it makes you dizzy.

You take the call in 5 milliseconds. It’s a video call.

“OH MY GOD, IZU-IZU!!!!!” You yell to the screen as you take in the sight in front of you; there are several blood splatters on Izuku’s face and he’s also full of soot and dust, his hair matte and unuly. He looks tired, and by the look of it, he’s calling from a first aid tent.

“You should see the other guy.” Izuku grins like your heart isn’t just about to exit your body through your mouth. “Ouch.” Izuku mutters as someone pats his bloody arms down with a cotton swab. “Look, this is my girlfriend!” He points at you, speaking in English and now there is a random nurse looking at you. You are trying to decide between screaming and laughing. The nurse takes one good look at you and turns towards Izuku.

“She is really cute!” The nurse mutters with broken English and smiles. That makes your heart calm down a bit; these two wouldn’t be talking about you if Izuku or any of the other heroes would be in grave danger.

“I can’t wait to marry her.” Izuku blushes, the hint of pink visible even under all the dirt. “She’s the love of my life.”

The nurse makes a high pitched whine.

“Kawaii! Oh, uhm… I should be tending to your wounds, sorry, ignore me and take your time with your Sweets! You deserve it!”

“Does he?” You tease, but Izuku looks at you with a proud smile.

“Sweets, we won. It’s finally over. I’m coming home tomorrow. I can’t fucking wait to see you.” There are tears in Izuku’s eyes as he says that. You are not too far behind him.

“I can hug you tomorrow… fuck, Izu, I miss you so much!” You sniff, touching Izuku’s face to the screen.

“I miss you too. I can’t wait to snuggle with you. Oh my god, sleeping without you is a torture! I’ve never thought I’m gonna say this but I even miss your cold feet.” Izuku giggles to himself.

“I miss you suffocating me with your massive arms.” You try to tease him back but there is nothing to tease him about; he is fucking perfect. At least for you.

“Jesus, tomorrow can’t come quick enough.” Izuku sighs. “Oh, hi, Red!” Izuku waves at the unruly massive dog who just jumped up into your lap, almost tipping the chair over in the process.

“This dog is a menace. I’ll never moan about All Meowth again.” You let the dog lick your face as you smile fondly. At least he was keeping you company in these two wretched weeks. He might forget that he’s a big boy sometimes, but he’s the sweetest, kindest creature you’ve ever seen. Just like his parents.

“Oi, is that Red?” Katsuki yells at Deku from somewhere far away, probably getting treated himself. “Oi, Red!”

Red’s ears perk up, his tail wagging (or to be exact, hitting your body with full strength) happily.

“What?” Kirishima yells back from somewhere.

“Not you, you big dummy! Fucking hell, why did I choose that name…”

“Because you love me so much you wanted to have two of me.” You can’t see it, but Eijirou probably grins like a maniac while he says that.

“Gay.” Sero giggles, and by the big thump and several nurses yelling, Katsuki threw something at him.

“Tomorrow. I love you.” Izuku disconnects with a smile on his face.

Just a few hours after your phone call the news are full of Izuku and Katsuki’s victory. You can’t help the proud tears that escape your eyes; the world is a safe place once again.

~•🥦•~

You really want to go to pick up Izuku at the airport but you are too afraid to leave Red alone for such a long time so you end up staying in your shared flat. When the door opens, your heart makes a somersault in your chest; Izuku’s eyes shine with so much fondness, his bags hitting the floor with a loud thump as he runs towards you without taking his shoes off, which would usually piss you off but… fuck, you missed him so fucking much.

Izuku’s arms snake around you right away, pulling you up, and you manage to cling to him like a cute, soft baby koala, your thighs gripping the boys torso like your life depends on it.

“Fuck, I missed you.” You voice your feelings, your voice trembling from all the emotions; Izuku smells like heaven itself, pine with a hint of lemon, his hair puffy and freshly washed; you take a deep whiff, inhale deep and slow, your heart finally calming down after being on edge for two whole weeks. This is your safe space, those muscular arms, this scent, the feeling of his rough scars on your soft, sensitive skin… this is home.

“You are my everything. Everything, Sweets. I can’t live without you. Fuck, I’m so pathetic but this is what I realized during these two weeks.” Izuku sniffs, pulling you close, his arms so tight around you there is barely any space in your lungs for oxygen, but it feels so right…

“Red, you bastard!” Katsuki’s rough, deep voice ruins the mood in a fraction of the second; the big dog jumps into Katsuki’s arms, almost tripping the man, but Eijirou is right there to support his partner from behind.

“Oh, honey bun, look how adorable you are!” Eijirou coos, hopefully, to the dog and not to Katsuki, otherwise this flat will be in flames in just a few minutes.

Izuku, with his forehead leaning on yours, smiles into the minuscule space between you as he looks into your eyes deeply. He caresses your cheek with his right hand, slowly and gently as he mumbles;

“I’m home.”

“Welcome home, baby.” You smile as a few stray tears escape from your eyes; you put your hand on top of Izuku’s one that’s resting on your face… but there is something… on Izuku’s wrist. Foil?

Also… why is it so quiet all of the sudden?!

Oh, Katsuki and Eijirou sneaked out while you two were busy confessing to each other.

“Oh, that’s…” Izuku blushes as he moves away to show you the foil on his wrist. There is something under it… something small and colorful. “I had this idea for ages… then we met this cool tattoo artist who was willing to take me in right away… so I thought, why not? I hope you like tattoos.” Izuku looks at you with worry. You can’t help but laugh.

“Yes, I like tattoos. What is it though? The foil is too thick.” You smile at him and Izuku starts to rid himself from the foil.

It takes you half a second to start crying like a baby. Not more, not less. Half a single second.

The tattoo is of a bouquet of sweet pea flowers, held together by a thin, red thread. The red thread gets loose under the bouquet and it shapes the word “home”.

“This… this is…” you sniff, as you take in the sigh.

“This is you.” Izuku answers. “It’s you, because whatever happens, you’ll forever be a part of me. Just like this tattoo.”

“I really want to kiss you silly.” You mumble while crying into Izuku’s pecks.

“Let me change the foil, then you can kiss me as much as you want.” Izuku giggles, in seventh heaven by the look of it.

“You are not sleeping tonight.” You mutter with a tiny blush on your face. It has been two weeks, okay?!

“It wasn’t my intention to do that anyway, hence I slept on the plane.” Izuku sticks his tongue out then licks his lips while staring into your eyes.

Oh, hell damn.

Needless to say, you forgot to congratulate Izuku for winning this case, so you make sure he knows how thankful you are… in other ways.

… next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- How cute is Izuku’s tattoo?! I actually wanted to draw it but ran out of time. Oh well!

lol Nevermind I made a quick scribble.

- I just had a root canal treatment done so if there are mistakes, I’m sorry, I’m high on antibiotics lol Also, send me virtual cuddles, I really want some cuddles after this traumatic experience 😂💜

- I wrote the KiriBaku extra by the way. I somehow managed to make it into a 13 000 words fucking novel. I can’t wait for you guys to read it!

- This ficc will be more than 26 chapters as someone was nice enough to tell me they would like to see more of the friend group before this story ends, let’s give them a massive thank you! 🩷

- As always, tell me your thoughts! It’s still not too late to tell me what you guys want to see! I still have 2 chapters to write at least!

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Meu Bem Hinata Shoyo (crack, fluff, post high school, mutual pining)

Small droplets of sweat trickled down your forehead as you stood at the front of the classroom, your teacher attempting to hush the students.

“We’ve got a new student in the class..” Losing focus on her voice, all you could think of were how many pairs of eyes were glued to you; what were they thinking?

“..Are you fine with that? It won’t take you more than ten minutes.” She seemed to be questioning someone.

“But I have practice after school..!” He whined.

She turned to you with a smile, “You can take the open seat next to Hinata - he’s right down there.”

Walking down the rows, some students smiled, while others prepared their notebooks and pens. The boy you’d be sitting next to however, didn’t seem to be in the best mood; his brows slightly furrowed as he mumbled under his breath.

The day progressed, students swarming your table during the first break in an attempt to get to know you. Though despite how frustrated as he seemed, the boy didn’t leave your side even once.

“Okay everybody!” He said, breaking through the crowd and standing next to you, “We have something to do!”

He tugged at your wrist, guiding you outside the classroom where he proceeded to give you what you decided to call a ‘speed-run’ tour of the school. You both practically dashed through the hallway, avoiding the gazes of teachers who’d tell you off if they caught on - it would take too much time and spoil his plan to free up his afternoon for practice. It almost felt like he wanted to get away from you as soon as he could, but it probably wasn’t anything personal.

Remembering how it all played out really makes you laugh. It’s funny how much some people are able to change. The same person who used up his break to tour you around the school only so he wouldn’t have to do so later on in the day, was now the same person who stuck to you like glue whenever you were around him.

Third year hit, and plans for post-graduation were shared by you, who struggled to explain your choice to pursue further studies through a flurry of tears, after learning that he’d chosen to leave for a few years to train overseas. He promised to never leave you behind, and that just because you weren’t physically by his side, you were still in his thoughts. You couldn’t help laugh a little - he wasn’t exactly the best with words, but he always seemed to know how to bring you out of an overwhelming situation.

And now that he was halfway across the world, you found yourself feeling somewhat alone. Someone who you’d spent 3 years with suddenly disappearing so quickly - you didn’t know what you’d do. When so many parts of your day include him; it’s difficult to fill in the gaps where he once was. Having dinner at his place, hanging out with him after an exam, calling him when you couldn’t fall asleep; so many things changed faster than you were able to keep up with.

Though, despite being hours apart, you wouldn’t go a single day without hearing each other’s voices - whether it was over an audio or video call. You’d schedule your college classes and leave a gap in the early afternoon - around the time that he’d be heading to bed. He’d send you postcards sometimes, including small gifts and trinkets that he’d bought with the money he’d been saving up from his part time job. You noticed a shift in his handwriting as he explained he’d been learning to speak Portuguese, you couldn’t help but wonder what it’d sound like to hear him speak it.

Over call, he’d tell you about his matches, the things he does to train, his voice jittery with excitement - you’d need to warn him not to raise his voice otherwise he’d risk waking up his roommate.

Recently, the two of you spoke over the phone as you slipped under your covers, exhausted after a long day. You heard foreign voices in the background as he explained that he was at the gym. You recounted what you went through that day, telling him about all the things you’d learnt. Though you noticed that he’d been almost completely silent, save for an occasional ‘Really?’ or his typical ‘Huh?!’. When you asked if he really was listening, he promised he was - wryly confessing that he simply wanted to hear your voice.

“You’ll hear it in person soon enough.” You chuckled, warmth dressing your cheeks.

“I know, but it's just been so long!”

You weren’t sure how else to respond other than with a small laugh. Given how much time had passed, you couldn’t say you didn’t often wonder whether he really did miss you or not.

And in his typical fashion of leaving things until the last second, a message from him lit up your phone during a lecture. Tapping on it, you wondered if he’d had trouble sleeping - it’d be late night for him right now, wouldn’t it?

Wrong. His message stated that his plane would be landing in Japan in about an hour. He'd told you he was coming soon but he didn't say it would be this soon! Attached to his message was picture of a plane ticket that had only been delivered a few minutes ago due to his layover in a nearby country. As soon as you responded, he answered right back, telling you he wasn’t too far away. ‘You’ll need to find me!’ He typed.

‘Find me..’

It struck a chord with you for whatever reason. The lecture was now an afterthought as you stuffed your notebook into your backpack, rushing out of class and towards the subway station. You didn’t even worry about changing your outfit or applying any makeup.

All this time, you thought about how you’d been feeling lonely, and ever since he slipped from your grasp, things had felt a little.. different, and you had a hunch that he'd been feeling the same. All this time, you didn’t consider how isolated he was, living in an entirely different place, learning a new language, memorising the streets on his own; hours away from all the familiarities he grew up around. Hours away from you.

Small droplets of sweat trickled down your forehead as you stood at the arrivals terminal, voices that weren't his gathering around you. Rushing through the crowds, some families laughed, while others held each other tightly.

You stopped in the midst of your tracks as soon as you noticed a head of ginger hair scurrying through the different groups of people amidst all the chaos, his suitcase dragging behind him, his brows slightly furrowed as his eyes scanned the surroundings.

Breaking through the crowds, you managed to inch closer to him as he stopped in the midst of his tracks, his back facing yours as he fiddled with his phone.

You tugged at his wrist, your gaze shifting towards his head as he turned around, facing you with wide eyes.

"Found you.." You exhaled.

Within seconds, his arms were tightly wrapped around you, twirling you around. His laughter drowned out any background noise; or maybe it was just that you were simply only focused on him and his voice, and the way his arms held you so close - how much larger they were, how you never imagined they'd embrace you.

Your feet planted back onto the floor, hands still slung around his neck with your face nuzzled into his shoulder as gently rocked you back and fourth. "How long did you wait?".

"Not long. I was going to ring you," He replied, showing you his phone screen, "But you showed up all of a sudden!"

Reading the name on his phone, you wondered who he was talking about. "Meu.. Bem? Who's that?".

The chat logs under the name matched the ones you'd shared earlier that day - had he changed your contact name to something different? He sighed, dipping his head over your shoulder in an attempt to hide the growing redness in his face.

"It's you.."

Get back up again.

Animal Volleyball~~

katsuki is trying really hard to maintain his nonchalant act throughout the day.

as soon as it hits 12am, he frowns at being woken up by texts from many of his friends wishing him happy birthday.

in the morning, his parents video call him to show the embarrassing childhood pictures they've kept. "congrats brat, you're old. let's have a proper celebration during the weekend," mitsuki grins. katsuki flips her off before ending the call.

walking through the halls, he hears "happy birthday, senpai!" "happy birthday, bakugou!" every few seconds. he merely grunts in response.

in the afternoon, he's stopped by all might, who asks to eat with him. they spend their lunch talking about katsuki's progress and well-being. "i'm very proud of you, bakugou-shounen. i wish you a wonderful birthday," all might utters softly. katsuki nods and excuses himself first.

he's the first to stand up when class ends, about to leave when he suddenly feels someone ruffle his hair. "happy birthday, problem child," aizawa sighs. "take better care of yourself, huh?"

when he reaches the dorms, he's surprised by confetti and cheers from class 2A, 2B, some students from shiketsu, and some of his alumni. they bring out a big cake and sing really loudly on purpose to embarrass him. everyone comes up to him and thanks him for all he's done and how much they've inspired him. katsuki leaves barely an hour into the party.

he rushes to his room and locks the door, ignoring denki's complaints of him being a 'party pooper'. he turns around and jumps at seeing izuku sitting by his bed with a present.

"oh," izuku blinks in surprise. "hi! i didn't expect you to be up here so early."

"izuku," katsuki jolts. "what the hell are you doing here? weren't you just downstairs?"

"well, i wanted to give you my gift personally," izuku laughs, "and your room seemed like my only chance of finding you alone." he walks up to katsuki, gives him the box, and envelops him into a tight hug. "happy birthday, kacchan. we've been through a lot together, haven't we?"

katsuki pauses before hugging back just as tightly, his vision clouding. "a bit overwhelming," he mumbles.

both of them know immediately what he's referring to: the genuine attention, affection, and admiration he's getting today. in the past, the wishes he'd get would be along the lines of 'you're going to grow into someone with the strongest quirk,' only ever noticing his capabilities and future potential, but never him.

this was his first birthday after the war, and also one of the first birthdays in a while where he's around people who truly care about him.

"everyone's just happy they could spend kacchan's birthday together like this," izuku hums, closing his eyes with a grateful sigh as he rubs katsuki's back soothingly. "me too. i'm really, really happy."