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"Go and kill the shit outta him!"

Izuku laughs, jumping when Katsuki smacks his lower back. "Ow!"

"Crybaby," Katsuki teases, a sharp grin on his lips. "Didn't even hit you that hard. Shut up and win, okay Deku?"

Izuku chuckles lightly, placing a chaste kiss on Katsuki's cheek as he slips his head gear on. "Okay, Kacchan."

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"How was France? I heard that their firework show last week was brilliant." Inko remarks, smiling to herself as Izuku chatters away excitedly, chewing through his food. Since he's growing, two bowls of Katsudon and a plate of steamed broccoli didn't do anything to his weight, instead it helped him grow more muscle.

"When's Katsuki coming over? I heard he-"

"Knock knock, nerd." Izuku perks up significantly, cheeks full of rice that he eagerly swallows down as he heads on over to his boyfriend and gives him an affectionate kiss. "You're back! Did you win?"

"Gold medal, baby," He returns the gesture in a similar fashion, before turning to Inko, respectfully nodding at her in acknowledgement. Inko hesitates, But smiles warmly right back.

Things have cooled down between them, and yet there was a lingering air of formality that made both unable to interact as closely as to when Katsuki was in middle school.

"Congratulations, Katsuki. Here, I'll make an extra bowl for you. You must be tired, right?" She says, voice soft, and Izuku turns to her, glowing with happiness and Inko decides that she wouldn't have it any other way.

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Katsuki presses their foreheads together, whispering a prayer under his breath before kissing the tip of Izuku's nose.

The other man brushes their cheeks together before pulling away, and Bakugou feels his stomach flip at the sight of Izuku's eyes, soft with the love he had for him and him only. "Fight," he whispers. "Win, Kacchan."

"I will." And Katsuki steps into the spotlight, and the crowd roars.

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Not all of them ended up in the spotlight.

"Ojiro! Shoji!" Izuku laughs, hugging his ex-classmates, ever the affectionate nerd. The jealousy that Katsuki used to feel had long since dissipated, leaving a fondly smiling Bakugou in it's wake.

The taller one out of the three laughs lightly. "How's police work, Ojiro? Shoji? Oh, the get together's next week and-!"

"Relax, Midoriya." Ojiro grins, patting his shoulder. "Glad to see you too."

———

"Hey. I brought you um, fruit. Mom said that you'd like it."

Hisashi hesitates but nods, and Izuku meekly puts the basket of grapes and mangoes on his bedside table. ".. How are you?"

And Izuku can't help but feel his chest flutter, because for the first time, his dad made an effort to speak- a tremendous effort, since every single time a muscle slightly moves, it triggers the pain in his ribs, making his father weak and vulnerable.

"I'm fine." His phone buzzes. "Oh, Kacchan's already home. I'll just excuse myself, um, Hisashi."

Strained. Stilted. And yet, it wasn't as bad. Izuku doesn't know if he'll ever be close with his dad again- after everything he's put Inko and him through- but there was a mutual respect of boundaries between them, and Hisashi begging for forgiveness a year ago on his knees managed to tug at Izuku's heart strings.

".. Be careful." Raspy, quiet, and he turns to the window, the only view from the hospital bed.

"I will be."

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Katsuki pinches Izuku's side, making the latter splutter, casting him an accusing glare that made Bakugou chuckle. "Kacchan!"

"Dekuu!" Katsuki drags, voice pitched and teasing as he plants a kiss on his temple. "You enjoying that?" Izuku turns to the cotton candy in his hands, smiling and nodding. "Yeah! It's been a while since I've eaten sweets. I could only make so much room with my diet.."

"Don't remind me," Bakugou grouses, biting into his donut, savoring the sweetness in his mouth. "I'm gonna fucking miss this. Oh- Kirishima called, by the way."

"Oh? Something happen?"

"Nah. There's a local competition a neighborhood away. Think we should let the kids join?"

Ah, yes, their dojo. A place where they scraped up enough money from prizes and their own jobs in order to build it for brats around 14 or lower, those entering having a shot at U.A., considering they knew what it took and had some connections like Aizawa and Nedzu inside, the couple being able to recommend at least one person each to have a spot in the new 1-A's class.

So far, they've been able to supply U.A. With their own past juniors, who occasionally checked into the dojo to profusely thank the couple for their training.

"Midoriya-sensei! Bakugou-sensei!"

"Eri? Oh! Eri! How are you?"

The girl grins widely, hurrying inside, U.A. uniform as tidy as ever as she sets her backpack down carefully. "I'm okay! Just wanted to check up on dad one and two!"

Izuku doesn't bother to bat an eye at the nickname. "Number two is in the back room with the belt orders. We're promoting a couple black belters to the next stage."

"Ahhh? Really? How are they?"

"They're promising." Katsuki cuts in, dusting his hands off, voice gruff but there was a small smirk on his face as he musses Eri's hair up. "Hi, kid."

Eri grins, high-fiving the man. "Aizawa-sensei told us how both of you were idiots!"

They cringe.

"Fucking old man, I swear to god-"

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"Love you."

Izuku laughs as Katsuki wheezes, running to keep up. "I know you're just saying that to slow me down, Kacchan." And yet he still slows his pace into a jog, brushing shoulders with Katsuki. "Love you too."

They stop once Katsuki's legs start to ache, muscles tense as he stretches it out on the bench and Izuku stands by him, drinking the remaining water from the bottle.

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"You won," Katsuki whispers, before a wide smile tugs at his lips. "YOU FUCKIN' WON!"

Izuku cries, tears streaming down his face as Bakugou kisses him all over his face, the Olympic gold medal hanging around his neck. The live television cameras capture the moment, and the roar of the crowd was positively defeating.

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"Congrats, Midoriya!" Ashido smacks his back, and Izuku squeaks, the woman ever the hard hitter. Well, she wasn't a boxer for nothing.

The pair banter for a bit, drinks in hand as Ashido grins and chatters on excitedly, Uraraka squished next to Deku's side, laughing along.

Meanwhile, Kirishima listens intently to Katsuki, who thumbed at his shirt's hem.

"-and shit, I don't know. What if he says no? Fuck am I gonna do then-?"

"You're kidding, right?" Jirou's face crumples. "He's head over heels. Just go for it, man." She pushes a strand of hair behind her ear, hopping off the stool to make her way to the bar. "Bye. And Katsuki, don't be an idiot. Just do it."

Somehow, that makes Katsuki's weight on his chest feel a little less strained.

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"Kacchan?"

And Katsuki brushes his thumb on Izuku's cheek, breath hitching. "Fuck. I love you." And Izuku giggles sleepily, lashes fluttering as Bakugou kisses his temple.

".. I've got a question."

"Nn," the shorter boy hums noncommittally, already halfway asleep. "Shoot then."

Katsuki drops a velvet box onto Izuku's face, making the younger jump as he blindly fumbles and Bakugou's breath hitches as Izuku's eyes widen comically.

"Marry me."

"Wait- you serious-!?"

"I mean, yeah, as serious as you can get-"

"KACCHAN!" Izuku sits up, face burning bright red and Bakugou laughs because his hair was even messier, pants practically drooping from his waist and Midoriya flusters as he immediately yanks it up. "I look like a mess! I mean, I'll marry you-!"

"So that's a yes?"

"I LOOK LIKE TRASH!"

"Nah. Still think you're hot."

And Izuku whines when Bakugou sits up, bare chested as he yanks Izuku into bed with him. "Come on, Deku. I wanna marry you, you asshole. Let me?"

"How are you talking about this like we're simply arguing about who's doing the dishes?"

"Because I'm tired," Katsuki chuckles. "And half-asleep. Pretty sure if I were wide awake I would've fried my nerves already."

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'Two time Olympic gold medal winner Midoriya Izuku gets married to Bakugou Katsuki, three-time winner of Japan's world-wide Taekwondo and the nationals..'

"Ehh? They already know?" Izuku puffs his cheeks and Katsuki clicks his tongue irritably. "Fuck, nosy-ass reporters. Whatever. I don't care."

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Not caring was harder than Izuku thought.

"Fans have said that Uraraka Ochako could've been a better pair with Midoriya Izuku. Do you want to-?"

Katsuki rolls his eyes, shoulders tensed but makes no move to talk back. Meanwhile, Izuku's brows furrow, quickly noticed by the reporter who shoves the mic into his face- and for the first time, he gladly takes it.

"Hello," he says, polite, before something hardens in his eyes. "My name is Midoriya Izuku, and this is my husband, Bakugou Katsuki."

Katsuki's eyes widen for a fraction of a second.

"Uraraka Ochako is my best friend. She's beautiful, I could say that much, and she's already decided- as many times as she'd publicly confirmed in the ring- that she'll remain single and independent 'until she gets wrinkly'. at least, those were her words." Izuku chuckles, light and amused. "Despite all her good qualities, she'll simply remain only as my closest friend. She's supportive of our marriage," he flashes his ring, brushing hands with Katsuki. "And I hope you'll be the same."

To top it off, he kisses Katsuki's cheek, who grins almost wolfishly, pink staining his cheeks as he casts a triumphant look at the cameras.

Izuku laces their hands together and ducks from the roar of journalists, leaving them in the dust with ease.

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"You idiot, feeding their newspaper like that.."

"You liked it though." Izuku winks and dodges a swat from Katsuki with a laugh. "Kacchan!"

"Whatever, nerd. Love you." He pinches Izuku's cheek, tugging his face to plant a chaste kiss on his lips.

"I love you too!"