𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧|| 𝐊.𝐁 & 𝐈.𝐌||

IV: Could Be

IV: Could Be

Third POV

Two days had passed since Izuku's meeting with Juzo Honenuki.

Presently, Izuku just got finished getting dressed for the day, choosing to take off of work to spend time with Haru.

Who should've been returning back to him today.

Though his arrival should've happened much sooner, Katsuki insisted on having Haru for another day.

As much as Izuku tried to deny it, his heart always swooned at Katsuki with Haru. It made him feel all warm and hopeful.

Even though him and Alpha were no longer together.

Staring at himself in the large gold frame vintage mirror, Izuku wore a Cara Cara beige Salma Top and a black Yohji Yamamoto asymmetric tulle midi skirt.
On his feet were black house slippers, snatching a small blanket to take downstairs with him.

His phone made a small ping noise, checking it to reveal Katsuki had finally arrived at the front gates of his cottage-like mansion.

Pressing another button to open the gate, letting Katsuki in.

"Showtime..."Izuku mumbled, quietly heading downstairs to the rest of his quaint-themed home, exiting the home somewhat and standing by the front door.

A gentle breeze blew past, as Izuku watched Katsuki's matte black Rolls Royce Ghost II make a slight circle around his driveway.

Through the windshield he could see the Prime Alpha unbuckle his belt and take a quick glance behind him before exiting the vehicle.

It was only until the two had made it onto the first step of the home did Izuku realize just how worn out the both of them looked.

"Oh my," Izuku quietly gasped, as Katsuki's scent suddenly hit him like bricks when he was close enough, spotting small bags underneath his waterline, Haru just looked exhausted in his own right.

He let the two of them in posthaste, gently attempting to scoop Haru from Katsuki's arms, which the prime alpha showed no rejection.

Katsuki, who'd been on his very own zombie mode had immediately crashed onto the nearby white crushed mohair textured couches in the adjacent room by the foyer.

Letting out a grown as his body just seemed to come undone and sprawled out every which way.  He shut his eyes, keeping them closed when he heard small footsteps behind him.

"Long night?" Izuku hummed, stepping forward as he gently eased Katsuki's shoes off and went to go place them by the front door, "long day perhaps?"

"You have no idea," Katsuki murmured, feeling himself sink deeper into the couch, "four meetings back to back, not to mention this little stinker who kept crying bloody murder whenever you tried to put him down."

Izuku stifled his laugh, pressing a kiss to Haru who was attempting to sleep on his own shoulder, "If it was such a hassle you could've just come back and handed him to me."

Walking to the other couch, he snatched one of the black throw blankets and draped it over Katsuki's incredibly built body. Only a few moments later,  the man squirm and unbutton his black dress top before placing it atop his head for maximum shade.