Ghost of You

Hospitality

Disclaimer:
I still do not own any of this art, nor characters. Also there's gonna be a few time skips in here so we can get with the plot and not take years to write this ofc. Btw I have so much history hw to do and an English essay bc I had the flu, but I'm gonna ditch it bc writing this is more entertaining 😌. Anyways, on with the story.

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4 YEARS LATER:

Izuku POV:

Kacchan and I have now become pro-heroes, both of us topping the charts as the "Wonder Duo". We got married about 3 years ago on Valentine's day, so we could keep our anniversary on the same day and so it would be romantic, of course. It was the best day of my life.

As of right now, Kacchan and I were visiting my Mom for a few days. I currently sat on the couch, lying in Kacchan's lap as we watched some movies. My mom is out shopping for groceries with auntie Mitsuki. I wasn't paying too much attention, as I was reminiscing in all of our precious memories from these past few years. I glanced down at the band of metal wrapped around my finger and smiled, memories of Kacchan's proposal and our wedding still fresh as ever in my mind.

(A/N: When the story is over I might add a chapter of how the wedding played out, to help heal your hearts, and maybe some uninterrupted smut)

When the movie was over, Kacchan insisted on helping Mom prepare dinner while I set the table. We soon began eating and started chatting away about hero work. Todoroki, Kacchan, and I work together at our own hero agency, called 'Big 3'. We caught up on relevant events and soon the sky grew darker as we said our goodbyes and goodnights. My mom had prepared my childhood bedroom for us to spend our last night together before we headed back to work on patrol.

(A/N: Lucky for y'all this chapter is starting sentimental bc I changed up the plot a bit, otherwise it was gonna start out so chaotic and scary 😭)

"My arms are a bit stiff must be from all that shopping today, could you give me a hand moving these few boxes, Izuku? My back hurts a little bit too; I think my age is starting to catch up with me.

"Aw Mom you're not that old," I responded.

"Well my son is so grown and I'm already getting my wrinkles in. You boys are growing up too fast," Mom began to weep, pulling both Kacchan and I into a tight hug.

"You still look pretty young, and you probably just overexerted yourself these past few days trying to make this place comfortable for us. You should rest and see if you feel better in the morning; I'll even make sure to wake up early enough to make breakfast before Kacchan and I head out," I assured her, as I moved the last box out of the way.

"Oh, Izuku, thank you so much," she sighed out, hugging me one last time, muttering our 'love you's before making her way out and to bed. I then laid on the bed in Kacchan's tight embrace as we extended the conversation from dinner.

"You know Kacchan, you should work on your hospitality towards civilians and the people may like you alot more and not be afraid of you," I carried on, peering up at him.

"Tch, as if I give a damn about what those stupid extras think. I just worry about saving lives, not kissing ass," He grumbled out, looking at the ceiling with a sigh.