Blue Dandelions

Just For You | Direct

Summary:

They can't help it, really.

Uraraka thinks it's unhealthy, Iida thinks Kacchan's possessive.

But there was no denying that Izuku and Katsuki were in love.

Or:

Bakudeku but they're in an unhealthy relationship only because they're just straight obsessed with each other.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

"At this rate, you're gonna get me fat!" Izuku whines, patting his full stomach. It was more teasing than complaining, a cute joke because Katsuki had once again cooked really good food that'll probably keep him full the whole day.

"Wouldn't mind if you are." Katsuki says truthfully as he shrugs, leaning over Izuku to affectionately nose at his cheek. Izuku would be cute, he'd decided, in any form. Even when Deku was still a lanky, awkward middle schooler, Katsuki had wanted to sink his teeth into him over and over again like a delicious snack.

Deku flushes brightly at the admission, still vulnerable as ever towards Katsuki's constant praise. "Kacchan!" He giggles, pawing at his boyfriend's chest playfully, making the blond grunt as he pretends to sway from the weak hits. "You're so sweet!"

It was both of their day-offs, the couple having decided to stay at home instead of going out for today, mostly because of how much hero work was weighing down on Kacchan, and Izuku's career being more demanding than it has ever been in his years that he'd been a model.

The day goes by with ease, and by the end, Izuku was on Katsuki's lap, the older man busy as he sends out emails and texts while his little boyfriend taps away at the first-person shooter game at his phone, squawking whenever he dies earning an amused rumbling chuckle from Katsuki whenever it happens. Thankfully, Izuku's quiet whenever Katsuki had to make a phone call, overall tame while he works with the exception of the occasional lip pucker to ask for more kisses, or a full body stretch that ends up almost always accidentally knocking Katsuki in the nose- but it was alright, because Izuku was cute.

"Hey sweetheart," Katsuki coaxes Izuku awake with a gentle shake, peppering his cheek with kisses- tempted to sink his canines into his freckled cheeks, unable to get enough of him. "Get up, it's time for bed." Izuku stirs with a vague murmur of what sounded like Katsuki's name on his lips, eyes fluttering sleepily when the blond presses a soft kiss on the corner of his brow.

Izuku pouts, petulantly squeezing his eyes shut as he clings onto Katsuki's shirt. "Oi, brat." The man scolds, but doesn't do any further protesting- instead, he hauls Izuku up in his arms easily, arms hooked under plush thighs as Deku automatically wraps his arms around Katsuki's neck. "You're spoiled."

And yet Katsuki's hands don't leave him, even as they climb into bed. Deku obviously relishes the skinship, snuggling closer as if trying to meld the hard plains of Katsuki's body to his softer ones when Kacchan tugs the blankets up to shield the both of them from the cold of the apartment, heater too far away for either of them to bother to get up. Izuku doesn't really care, though, because the blond's body naturally runs hot due to his quirk, and the warm palms smoothing down his back made him give a happy sigh.

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"Do you think it'll fit, Ochako?" Izuku says, out of the blue, eyes dreamy as if he'd been floating on cloud nine as he idly twirls his cute curls around a gloved finger.

"Do I think what will fit?" His agent- and best friend asks, used to the way Izuku blurts out whatever he's got in mind. She always trusts him to explain later anyways.