𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓 ||𝐈.𝐌 &𝐊.𝐁||

I: Four Years

I: Four Years

Third POV
*Mature Content Ahead*

It was relatively quiet in the Midoriya Manor household.

The current owner of the home, Izuku Midoriya was in his home office, consulting about something with a longtime friend and in arms trading partner about some financial discrepancies they had both noticed during a recent shipping season.

The Prime alpha, clocking in at 5'6, with slightly tamed (thanks to his favorite person) viridian curls and nephrite jade eyes. Freckles decorated majority of his otherwise plain face and brickhouse build by the dozens as his skin was littered with burns, scars and healed bullet marks.

He looked out the window, seeing the other part of the home where the master bedroom should've been located.

And where he'd see him.

The only person Izuku cared about aside from his long deceased parents.

Enter in Katsuki Bakugo; boyfriend for one year and husband for three soon to be four years.

An omega currently sitting at one of the three vanity's inside the master suite of the Midoriya manor.

One outside in the room, one inside the large and polished marble, two story walk in closet and the one he was currently in now.

The double sided bathroom one, with all his favorite skincare products, at arms reach.

The omega stood at 5'9, with spiky warm tone blond hair and mesmerizing sharp siren cerise red irises. Unlike his husband, Katsuki had a slender and rather taut hourglass physique with little to no scars or nicks.

And he would've liked to keep it that way.

Katsuki slightly tightened the wrap on his head for his hair to dry faster, before picking up the retinol and hyaluronic acid cream to help with his incoming eyebags.

Snatching up the small gold and white simplistic foldable fan to help the process go by smoother.

One by one, he placed on the different moisturizers to his face knowing it'd end up as smooth as a baby's behind.

"Yknow something," Izuku's voice rang from the opening of the posh looking bathroom that was designed by none other than Katsuki like the rest of the home, "You only ever seem to do all of the steps whenever you plan on going out?"

"I take it you don't plan on coming to the company?"

Katsuki shrugged, placing down the lid of the last night cream and turning over to Izuku who held a look that the alpha himself called 'the look of someone in love with an Angel', "I might, but I saw this top I thought you'd look nice in and I was hoping for our fourth anniversary you would wear it to match with me?"

"Ah." Izuku slowly bobbed his head, walking into the bathroom and standing in front of the mirror, merely admiring the omega who sat legs crossed and focused when he applied the final cream, "You're asking me to match with you?"

Katsuki glared at Izuku through the mirror, "Not asking, telling."

"There's a difference, Izu."