-this chapter will be sloppy and have minor spelling errors because i am using a phone instead of a laptop-
"y/n?" katsuki murmured from where he was- in a hospital bed. you tiptoed across to him, shaking.
"Suki," you manage to choke out as you slipped into the hospital chair beside him. You reach out and grasp one of his big rough hands in your own, your palms pressing against his.
Your hands are so gentle and warm as you sigh in tearful relief and lean down, pressing your forehead to one of his tanned, muscular forearms. Wiry blond tufts of hair tickle your temples and you laugh shakily, a jagged broken sound.
"What's wrong?" He questions you, his eyes hazy and slow from the sedation they injected into him. A turban of bandages are around his head, where he has a hairline fracture. One of his legs hang in midair from pulleys and wires. Greenstick fracture, but it'll heal in a few weeks.
"You could have died." Your breath is hot and choking in your throat with your thick sobs barely held back. Your grip tightens and you squeeze his left hand.
"They exaggerate," he replies simply. He manages to caress your cheek, which is wet with your tears. "I can never die. Legends never die."
He pauses. "I never wanted to end our relationship. I was just being a bastard."
"Me too," You manage to choke out. You finally lift your head and look into his red eyes, now faded from the drugs the nurses fed him. "M-Me too, Katsuki."
"C'mere." He manages to sleepily shift aside on the bed and draw back the cover. You smiled and stood up, cuddling onto the mattress with him. He gently pulls you into his arms and rolls over on his side, humming as he nozzles his face into the side of your neck.
He says something muffled against your skin. You give him a confused look and he raises his head, gazing deeply into your eyes.
He suddenly leans forward, and his lips gently meet yours in a soft kiss- not rough or sexual, but rather beautiful and warm. You smell caramel and taste it, too. Your fingers tangle through his hair, tugging a bit. You can feel it all- his skin rubbing on yours as his lips slip softly against your own. His warm calloused hands, wrapping around your hips and pulling you closer, not for sex but simply to feel the comfortable, warm weight of your legs sliding between his. You could feel the soft tickle of his breath beneath your nose, and warmth blossomed in his chest as he kissed you sensually, moving his hands up and feeling your hair.
"I love you so much, ya fucking idiot," he says quietly, but his tone was only a husk of his usual yelling voice. His lips brush yours as he says the words before he leans back into the kiss and reconnects his mouth on yours. It is sentimental, warm, comfortable.
"We'll build our future... together. Till death do us part."
"Sounds fun....
I'm in."
***
"Hey Kami,"
The blond dork looked up, a weary but alert expression on his face. When he saw it was just you, he sighed in blessed relief and managed a small, strained little smile on his wan face.
"Everything okay?"
"No. Monoma found out I was gay by hacking my phone and seeing our text messages. He created copies and passed them around the whole school." He looked down at his shoes in shame.
"Hey," you said gently, squeezing his shoulder. "They're spiteful idiots, just ignore it."
"But you don't get it. I can't." He slumped down the wall into a sitting position and you mimicked him, seating yourself on the hallway tiles.
"Kirishima, he doesn't get why I'm so mad. He doesn't feel anything for me. It hurts."
"It's okay." You patted his head clumsily and sighed as you stared at the wall across from you. A dreamy smile surfaced on Kami's face and he slowly turned his head to look at you.
"Yes?" you questioned him.
"I don't need him. I don't need anyone anymore, except for my friends and maybe my parents. I have got myself all figured out and I don't need a man to be okay. I just need friends. Like Jirou and you and Sero."
"Aw." You hugged him and he clutched at your back with a soft smile. "I agree. Friends forever, right?" You leaned out of the hug and stuck out your pinky finger with a stupid grin.
"Friends forever," he agreed, and twisted his pinky around yours.
And under the bright fluorescent tubes, the ring on your left finger glinted in the light; a reminder of the marriage all those years ago, where it all began.
-The End-
For now ;)
