“Ugh,” Katsuki said, falling face-forward onto the king-size bed.
“Blagh,” Izuku agreed, flopping onto his back next to him.
Katsuki groaned into the sheets. Their bedroom was blissfully quiet after nearly two hours of photo ops and interviews. “Fuck. This. Shit.”
“I think my bruises have bruises,” Izuku said, staring dazedly at the ceiling.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve sweat my own body weight.”
Izuku turned his head towards Katsuki, a tired smile flickering over his lips. “You were amazing out there,” he said softly, his emerald eyes shining. “It’s been a while since we’ve worked together, Ground Zero.”
Katsuki smacked his foot against his boyfriend’s. “Yeah well, they don’t usually need us both,” he muttered. He propped himself up on his elbows and inhaled deeply. “Fuck, I reek.”
Izuku laughed weakly. “Yeah, you do. I can smell you from here.”
Katsuki smirked menacingly. “Oh, really?” he said, rolling himself on top of Izuku. He raised his arm and unceremoniously wedged his armpit against the side of Izuku’s face.
“Oh my God, Kacchan!” Izuku wheezed. He shoved Katsuki off of him and rolled onto his side, gasping for air. Katsuki let himself be pushed away, snickering triumphantly.
“It ain’t that bad,” Katsuki said.
“You smell like an entire locker room’s worth of dirty gym socks.”
Katsuki grinned. “I smell like victory.”
Izuku wiped a tear from his eye, falling silent. “Do you think we can still make it?” he asked after a long pause.
Katsuki pulled his phone from his pants pocket. “Not a chance in hell,” he said. “Reservation was for three hours ago. Doubt the place is still open.”
Izuku moaned pitifully. “This was supposed to be our night.”
Katsuki shrugged and tossed his phone onto the closest nightstand. “Still kind of was, in a way.”
Izuku groaned. “We haven’t been on a date in three months and twelve days! I was really looking forward to it.”
Katsuki made a face. “Quit keeping track of that shit,” he said. “It’s weird.”
Izuku turned towards Katsuki and kicked his calf. Katsuki kicked him back.
“Kacchan,” Izuku said. “It’s Valentine’s Day.”
Katsuki sighed, forcing himself into an upright position. He stretched his aching back and cracked his neck. “We’ve still got a couple hours left,” he said. He glanced towards Izuku. “Food, shower?” Katsuki paused. “Shower, food?”
“Shower, food,” Izuku said, scrunching his nose up and waving Katsuki away. “Definitely.”
“Fuck off,” Katsuki said half-heartedly, getting to his feet. He pulled his black-and-orange tank over his head and tossed it on the floor. “You coming?”
Inside the cramped spaces of their shower, Katsuki critically eyed a dark bruise that covered nearly a third of Izuku’s muscular side.
“Be more careful with yourself,” he grumbled while Izuku scrubbed shampoo into his hair.
Izuku glanced at his bruise with indifference. “I’ve had worse,” he said.
“No shit,” Katsuki scoffed. “I’m the one always picking you up from the hospital.”
“Hey!” Izuku said defensively, scrubbing Katsuki’s head a little harder. Katsuki leaned into it. “I haven’t been admitted to the hospital in four months and six days! Besides, I had to pick you up from there just the other week.”
Katsuki tilted his head back into the stream of hot water, letting the lather run from his hair. “That didn’t count,” he said. “I was barely there an hour.”
“You dislocated your arm!”
“Better my arm than your liver,” Katsuki said, glowering at the bruise. His hair free of suds, Katsuki pressed himself close to Izuku. He planted a slow, lingering kiss on Izuku’s wet lips.
“Be more careful with yourself,” he muttered.
“Yeah,” Izuku mumbled, raising his eyes to meet Katsuki’s. He ran his thumb gently over a long, shallow cut on Katsuki’s cheek just shy of his eye. “You too.”
“What about the little ramen shop around the corner?” Izuku called out as he toweled off his hair.
“They close at 10,” Katsuki shouted back from the kitchen.
Izuku tossed his towel irritably into the bedroom hamper then picked up Katsuki’s dirty clothes and added them as well. “I’m sick of pizza. Why didn’t we choose an area with more late-night takeout options?”
“Because your ass wanted to be close to U.A.”
“Ugghh,” Izuku groaned, pulling on a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and an old t-shirt. “The teaching thing only ended up being part-time too.”
“Told you we should have moved into the city.”
Izuku padded out into the kitchen. Katsuki was rummaging through the kitchen cupboards in nothing but a pair of black sweatpants.
“We’re out of shit again,” Katsuki grumbled. “Why’re we always out of food?”
Izuku peered over Katsuki’s shoulder, a damp curl falling into his face. “We can’t be out of everything,” he said.
Katsuki grabbed a couple of foam packages from the back of the cupboard and set them down on the counter.
Izuku slumped. “Is that really all there is?”
“Unless you want a couple of sprouted potatoes or half a bottle of hot sauce.”
“Cup ramen, then.”
“I can’t believe this is what our date night turned into,” Izuku said, balancing his bowl between his knees and turning on the television. Their hero likenesses immediately flashed onto the screen as the news played a recap of their earlier battle.
Katsuki crossed his legs on the couch beside Izuku and set his bowl between his thighs. He shrugged. “Could be worse,” he said.
Izuku frowned. “You know, I think you’re glad our plans fell through,” he said, pointing his chopsticks at Katsuki accusingly. “You’ve never liked this holiday, not even when we were kids.”
Katsuki snorted. “It’s not a holiday,” he said as he raised his bowl to his mouth. “It’s a marketing gimmick.”
Izuku pouted. “I think it’s sweet,” he said. “At least act like you miss going on dates with me.”
Katsuki began devouring the contents of his bowl. “We can always reschedule,” he said. “Let’s do something this weekend.”
“We can’t!” Izuku exclaimed. “We’re visiting my mom on Saturday and Ochako’s coming by Sunday!”
“Well then cancel something!” Katsuki snapped, thrusting his chopsticks back into his bowl. “And stop making so many goddamn plans in the first place!”
Izuku began to mutter to himself over whether or not that was actually possible. Katsuki growled in frustration.
“Have we become predictable?” Izuku suddenly blurted.
The question caught Katsuki off-guard. “Hah?”
Izuku turned his fierce gaze on Katsuki. “We have, haven’t we? Think about it. We go to work, come home, have dinner together when we can, sleep-”
“-fuck-” Katsuki added.
“-visit friends and family, spar, and sit and watch the news. Then whenever we manage to go out, it’s almost always for a meal!” Izuku looked at Katsuki expectantly.
“Is that a bad thing?” Katsuki asked, nonplussed.
“I think we might be a boring couple.”
Katsuki stared at Izuku, then slowly raised his hand and pointed at the television right as Deku landed one hell of an uppercut on Night Terror’s jaw. The force of the punch sent the villain flying upwards towards Ground Zero who blasted him back to the ground, thoroughly trounced. The headline underneath the video read “Tokyo’s Beloved Wonder Duo Back In Action.”
“Aside from that,” Izuku said dismissively. He turned off the television.
“Fucking unbelievable,” Katsuki said.
“I mean it! Remember when we first started dating?” Izuku smiled distantly. “Sometimes you’d show up at my place with no warning. You’d be so annoyed that I wasn’t ready to go on a date you never even told me about.”
“Kind of hard to do that when we live together,” Katsuki retorted.
“How about that time we decided to go on a weekend road trip out to the mountains then left the same day?”
“We’re both on call at all times, Deku.”
Izuku chuckled. “Remember when I showed up at your agency with a bouquet when you got promoted from sidekick to hero?”
“That was fucking embarrassing. Never do that again.”
Izuku sighed forlornly. “I miss those days.”
Katsuki eyed Izuku from around his bowl. “You want to do something unpredictable,” he said blandly.
Katsuki hesitated. “How long we been together now?”
“Five years, seven months and thirteen days,” Izuku chirped without hesitation.
Katsuki chewed contemplatively. “Sounds long enough,” he said.
Izuku blinked. “Long enough for what?”
Katsuki shoveled more noodles into his mouth. “Lesht get married,” he said.
Izuku dropped his chopsticks. He stared at Katsuki stupidly. “What did you say?”
Katsuki swallowed. “Let’s fucking get married.”
Izuku reddened, scrambling to gather his thoughts. “I- Kacchan, are you serious? I didn’t mean… I know we’ve talked about it a few times, but that’s not something we should decide on a whim-”
“It’s not on a whim,” Katsuki said, glowering at Izuku. He slammed his bowl down on the coffee table and stomped off to their bedroom. Izuku watched him leave in confusion, setting his own bowl aside.
Moments later Katsuki returned. “Oi, shithead!” he said, tossing a small black box in Izuku’s direction.
Izuku caught the box on pure reflex. He looked at it, momentarily frozen, before finding the nerve to open it. Inside was a simple black titanium ring, a thin band of white gold running through its center.
“I was gonna do it at the restaurant,” Katsuki muttered. He shoved his hands into his sweatpants pockets and averted his eyes.
Izuku could only stare at Katsuki, his mouth agape.
Katsuki’s face became pinched. “Shit,” he said. “You probably want me to do it properly, huh?”
Before Izuku could process what was happening, Katsuki stomped over to him and grabbed the box back. He got down on one knee in front of Izuku. Izuku looked at Katsuki, wearing only his sweatpants, then at himself, clothed in a pair of pajama bottoms and an All Might t-shirt that was now two sizes too small.
“Izuku,” Katsuki said, his face quickly becoming redder than his boyfriend’s favourite sneakers. He paused for an unbearably long time before forcing everything out all at once. “Marry me- Fuck, wait. Will you fucking marry me?”
Izuku looked at Katsuki, then at the ring, then back at Katsuki.
“I- Oh my God, Kacchan… Katsuki- Yes.” Izuku’s face crumpled. “Yes, yes!” He launched himself at Katsuki, throwing his arms around him.
Katsuki rocked backwards and fell onto his ass. He struggled to breathe in Izuku’s death grip of an embrace but returned the hold fervently, the box lost somewhere on the floor.
“S- Stop fucking crying,” Katsuki rasped, trying to still the shaking of his hands while Izuku sobbed into his shoulder.
Izuku raised his head. His face was a mess, but he was grinning from ear to ear. “Kacchan,” he said, and then he pressed their lips together, kissing Katsuki deeply. Katsuki kissed him back. Before he knew what was happening, he was smiling too.
They alternated between laughter and sobs while they held each other on the floor. Eventually Katuski gained enough presence of mind to locate the box he’d dropped. He fumbled the ring and put it on Izuku’s finger, prompting another round of waterworks.
“Fucking- Stop- Already-” Katsuki said while Izuku covered his face in both kisses and tears.
“Never,” Izuku said, smiling through it all. He pulled up his t-shirt to wipe at his soaked face. “Not for the rest of your life.”
“Fuck, you’re lame,” Katsuki muttered, looking away and swiping at his own face. Izuku grinned and, still sniffling, got to his feet. He grabbed Katsuki’s hand and hoisted him up, pulling him forward onto his lap while Izuku sank back into the couch. He raised his hand to the side of Katsuki’s face and looked at him fondly while Katsuki lowered his eyes.
“I have to call my mom,” Izuku murmured, wiping away the final remnants of his tears.
“Later,” Katsuki said, leaning forward and kissing Izuku. “It’s late.”
“Mm,” Izuku said, returning the kiss. “What should we do then?”
“Celebrate,” Katsuki said, his red eyes glinting.
Izuku grinned, brushing his and Katsuki’s foreheads together. “I’d like that,” he said.
Katsuki smirked. “If you ever call me boring again, I’ll fucking kill you.”
Izuku laughed, wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s back and pulling them down together on the couch.
“Is that so?” Izuku said, a wicked smile arcing across his face.
“Yeah,” Katsuki affirmed. He pulled Izuku’s shirt up and over his head.
“Guess I better be careful then,” Izuku said, catching Katsuki’s lips.
“Hm,” Katsuki murmured against Izuku’s mouth. “Not too careful.”