𝐁ɴʜᴀ × 𝐑ᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ‗ ❍ Everyone knows Bakugō Katsuki, but what about Bakugō (name)? Well, this story is about him and his friends as he tries to finally break away from his possessive brother and live his life. Of course, this isn't without consequence...
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TWO SLEEPING FIGURES SNUGGLE under a thick, (color) comforter like they have plenty of times before, except now they no longer have to worry about not getting caught. No anxiety or fear, only the sweet comfort of each other's arms they can relish in as long as they want until they must arise.
Like now.
"It is currently eight-thirty a.m.," a robotic voice reads aloud from the smartphone charging on the desk. Both males groan from their cuddling position, the smaller one showing the most annoyance that he'll have to leave his partner's warm chest, so he snuggles even closer to him.
"We have to get up eventually, Izuku..." the second male tiredly mumbles through his lazy grin from seeing his boyfriend purse his lips into a pout.
"Nooo...wanna...stay here...wid youu..." Izuku quietly whines, his whispered breath tickling (name)'s bare but lightly marked neck. "Five more minuuutes..." (name) playfully rolls his eyes at Izuku's clinginess before wrapping his arms around his body and effortlessly pulling Izuku on top of his lower stomach. "H-hey...!" Izuku whines louder, finally opening his eyes to falsely glare at him. The apple of his chubby cheeks, which became chubbier from his pouting, burns bright pink. "Meanie..."
(name) only laughs and leisurely sits up while directing his (right/left) hand toward Izuku's collarbone peeking from behind his oversized black, band t-shirt; a dark hickey marks his pale skin.
"Says the one who stole my shirt," (name) then softly thrust his lips up, "and my boxers." Izuku's cheeks promptly darkened the moment he was outed for taking his boyfriend's clothes, especially with the way (name) bumped his hips which immediately ground against Izuku's bottom.
"W― well my clothes got stained a― and I needed something to wear!" he voice exclaims yet in a very soft manner. "I― it's your fault, anyway!" His arms speedily wrap around (name)'s neck. "Y― you kept going e―even though I told you I―I couldn't handle anymore..." Those words seep out of Izuku's mouth despite the embarrassing story behind each word he said. (name) just laughs in response to everything his timid boyfriend says and does.
What euphoric comfortability, he thinks.
Nothing could ruin their neverending happiness that strengthens the more they return to each other's arms.
It's the perfect fairy tail every duo wishes they can achieve.
"Oh, boooooys! If you don't want your breakfast getting cold, then you better hurry downstairs!" a third party shouts loudly through the floorboards.
(name) sighs in slight embarrassment. Always ruining his sweet moment with his beloved, as his mother has lately.
"Coming!" he weakly shouts back, not really caring if the older woman who called them heard or not. "Guess we officially have to get out of bed." He shifts his legs. expecting Izuku to get off him, but blinked in surprise when the greenette scooted more over his lap to hug his midriff.
"Ki― kiss me..." Despite his returning stutters and deep blushes, Izuku has been maintaining this immature boldness concerning intimate acts of affection, whether displayed publicly or privately. Of course, Izuku restrains himself while they are amongst crowds of people, but still, he initiates rather handsy hugs and does not hesitate to possessively intertwine their fingers. He basically adopted gestures directly involving physical contact in any way to make sure anyone who sees them immediately understands that they are lovers.
Not as if (name) is complaining.
These actions are harmless, not to mention pretty wholesome since they exemplify Izuku's substantial progress from starting off as an insecure, shy boy to an assertive partner who is more than happy to admit he is (name)'s boyfriend. In fact, (name) couldn't be prouder, no matter how outsiders might perceive his slightly overprotective nature they'd better understand if they knew exactly how f/n and Izuku's relationship began.
But that is an....unsettling memory they don't necessarily avoid mentioning, but don't go out of their way to constantly talk about it, either. Instead, they rather enjoy the present showcasing the strengthened relationship they've nurtured since their rocky beginning when neither really understood what they wanted or should have been expecting.
And right now, (name) lifts the same hand as before to gently cup Izuku's warm, plump cheek to guide him close for a short, romantic kiss.
"Oi!" Unexpected banging against the bedroom door puts a short distance between them. "Did you not hear the old hag?! Get your assess downstairs!" Izuku's pout returns.
"Geez, calm down, Katsuki," (name) exclaims loud enough for the second Bakugō male to hear. "We're coming." There's no response. After his words are said, the sound of heavy footsteps grows more and more distant until they disappear entirely. (name) looks down at his disappointed boyfriend and gives him a light kiss on the lips. It seems to satisfy his love for now as Izuku giggles before finally rising from his spot. They both stand up, stretching their tense muscles before quickly freshening themselves up by changing clothes.
Soon enough, the couple promptly leaves the room hand-in-hand toward the sweet aroma of syrup and fruit downstairs inside the dining room. There, at the table, sits Masaru intently reading the newspaper beside Katsuki who has his left cheek resting against his palm as he stabs his served breakfast while Mitsuki prepares two cups of coffee.
"Glad to see you two are finally up," the female Bakugō smiles widely after seeing her son and his boyfriend appear. She places one cup by Masaru. "I hope you enjoy the food~"
"I always enjoy your cooking, M― Mistuki-san," Izuku returns her smile but blushes when he says her name, adamantly requested by the said woman.
There is a surprising lack of awkwardness airing around them, specifically for Izuku who, a month ago, grew a new sense of fear to even take a step on the house's front porch. The house itself did not scare him since he has been over on many occasions, but rather the new story that now carries behind its front door, the sturdy walls, the large and crystal windows the next time he does visit...especially if said visit lasts an entire weekend.
Fortunately, there were two people who kept any rising tension from leading to anything violent or uncomfortable for the couple. Izuku is grateful. While there is bad blood still running through his and Katsuki's veins, the parents ― Mitsuki and Masaru ― accept Izuku with warm smiles.
It's as if he's already part of the family, despite its slowly healing dysfunctionalities.
Still, he's relieved to finally get his happily ever after.
