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Izukus Birthday - Fluff, intimate post-war

On Izuku's birthday the morning was always slow.

From when he was a kid with his mother making breakfast with a smile as she tried to be as quiet as she could so he'd sleep in; unaware she'd turned off whatever alarm that might've been on for summer camp or extracurriculars that day, making sure he'd slept as long and deep as he could so he'd wake up to the finished product of a feast.

To when the dorm rooms would hush the others around the house as they woke up early and piled gifts outside his door so that they bombarded him when he opened it.

To now with his husband gently tracing the freckles over his back, breathing slowly against the back of his neck with one leg hitched around him from behind, draped over his hip as his entire upper body huddled against his shoulders. Katsuki radiated heat, his body thrumming against his bare skin, plastering them both together in a pile of lazy and exhausted limbs. Rubbing a calloused palm over Katsukis smooth ankle, his thumb grazed the dip on the inside, fingers curling over the bump on the outer. He was colder and he felt him jolt against his back, arm soothing beneath Izukus bicep to press his rough palm down against his chest, nails brushing through the tiny fuzz of forest green curls trailing right down the middle of his breast bone.

"Happy birthday." Katsuki whispered against him, lips brushing his shoulder as he spoke, smooth against his rigid scars and trembling muscles. His other hand pushed his thick hair back, smoothing it down his nape and over the pillow, growing out longer in some places more than usual.

Izuku felt a ghost of a smile behind his ear as Katsuki pressed kisses into all the soft spots he'd mapped out over the years of their relationship.

"How old are you now?" Katsuki whispered, blowing over the shell before nipping the lobe of his ear, nearly catching his canines on the stud. It was a teasing thing, sounding almost childish despite how intimately he was touching him.

"Thirty three."

"Thirty fucking three." Katsukis arms tightened around him in a deep squeeze that seemed to ease both of their aches. They'd been able to somehow, someway get the day off even as the two highest pro heroes in Japan during that current age. "I'm so proud of you."

The soft spoken praise brought tears instantaneously to his eyes, causing him to swallow as they glistened over his emerald gaze and caused the image of their room to warble. He focused on the ray of sunlight peeking through the window in a tiny concentrated line, beaming through the crack across the floorboards before streaking over their bodies in gold. A sliver of light in the darkened room from their thick black curtains, the sound of birds and cars roaming the roads being heard in the moment of silence it took for him to recover. He couldn't cry so early on, he'd surely be crying later too.

Katsuki massaged his biceps, pressing more kisses over the large scar that lined like a patch over it all the way down to his elbow. His hands continued to roam, down the line of his abdomen and up his side, oftentimes staying extra long to trace the other scars or raised skin from recent scratches; even if some were his own, made from last night, streaking an angry red down his shoulders in a way of claim like the bites that marked his neck and inner thighs, some making it as far as his stomach and chest.

"Thank you.." Izuku whispered, rubbing his eyes with his free hand as he leaned back against him, feeling how he was practically jetpacking against his back, enjoying how all of Katsuki felt on him.

They'd never thought they'd make it this far, the golden bands around their fingers, or in a necklace around their necks with their dog tags, having not left their sides for a solid ten years. They'd never thought they'd live this long and they desperately needed more, anxiously waiting for every passing birthday for a day of breathless relief.

"Please let me be able to do this for you until you're a goddamned geezer, mister pro hero. Until we're both old and wrinkly and can't do anything but lay in bed anyways. Wanna make it forever with you." He soothed his hands up and down his ribs. "So strong. You did so good. Getting so much stronger, every day, you're truly turning into that hero you wanted to be, worrying all of us a little less every passing day. You're so perfect."

And praise tumbled, trickled, downright dripped sticky slow from his lips like honey until Izuku was turning to kiss him; unable to verbalize the feeling coursing through him. He held Katsukis chin in place and kissed him quick but softly, whispering thank yous all the while through them even as he was pulled into his arms and shushed, soothed.

The morning passed just as slow, if not as soft throughout the rest of the day. They'd go out for coffee just to take it into the house and drink it on the balcony with their breakfasts before taking a nap after passionate sex since the best part of some of Katsuki's gifts were the sex, he liked to say, despite Izuku cheesily saying it was just him being there that made it the best.

They'd wake up and get ready for an evening out with friends, calling Izuku's mother on the way there to work out a day they'd go meet her since their houses were further away now as adults, saying their 'I love yous' and farewells before partying. They partied as much as they could, forever the firsts to leave early, even at their own parties, earning laughter and playful jeers of how romantic they were.

Then they'd spend more time at home, opening gifts, reminiscing, going through the pictures and what ifs. They'd trace scars and birthmarks, trace each other's bodies, lips, even as far as their very souls before staying up late to rewatch All Might reruns.

And Izuku would make the same wish he did every year after the war as he remembered how it felt to trace Katsuki's face beneath his fingertips, skimming the scar adoringly; forever enamored.

He'd wish. Wish selfishly like he'd had when he'd found him laying on the ground seeping crimson as dark as his eyes. As eyes he'd never thought he'd see focused on him again.

He'd wish;

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.

𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

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"𝙂𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚."