Maid for You (Katsuki x Izuku)

Rough Patches

A/N another update dang I am on a roll.
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Izuku POV

I was bored, yes, even one of the top students has the ability to get bored.

I fiddled with my engagement ring. The same ring that had been given to me oh so long ago. I was twenty now with two years left in college.

I remember the pure bliss of that moment but with every relationship came the rough patches. I was currently in an argument with Kacchan.

It went something like this:

"Izuku I'm telling you don't do it. It's not worth it."

"You can't decide how I choose to live. I want to keep my job."

"Please I am begging you don't do it."

"Why? What's wrong with going back to my old job?"

"I can't protect you and you'll be in harms way!"

"I know how to protect myself and I don't need to be babied!"

"I know you can take care of yourself damn it... I just worry."

"I know you don't want me to go back to work but I want to. Aren't you supposed to support me in my decisions?"

"Yeah but aren't you supposed to listen to what I have to say? Especially when I'm trying to save you from danger."

"I'm going back to work okay?"

"Fine."

He stormed out of our shared room and I angrily slumped onto the king size bed.

I had taken time off from my time as a maid at my café for years now but I wanted something familar.

I had already given up my dream to study abroad because I fell in love with a certain someone. It wasn't safe to be outside Japan's borders for me anymore. I always had to be protected from this and that. I didn't learn how to become a hunter for nothing and it's not like I've had years to perfect my form because that's besides the point.

I wanted some sort of freedom and I didn't want to be tethered to the "great" indoors all my life. I know Kacchan meant well but sometimes even his overprotective nature became too much.

It had already been an issue with deciding on which college to go to. I was not one of the best hunters this generation had ever seen for nothing.

I saw Kacchan less which is probably where some of my frustration came from. Yet... even when we experienced arguments I never took off that engagement ring, no matter how mad he or I would get.

It had been so long since I had been back at the maid café, for me that place had been similar to a home.

I barely recall my last year in high school, it was all a blur, me trying to fill out college applications. I had befriended past "enemies" but even now I barely saw any of my high school peers.

Don't get me wrong I love love Kacchan but sometimes... I don't know... I wish he would trust in me a little more. Although I guess I can't blame him when he's always worried about if there's a gun pointed at him or not. I have just as much as a target on my back as he does, I am his fiancé after all.

My last class ended for the day and the time was now 12:38 PM.

I rushed over to the café my shift started at 2 but at this rate who knows when I'll get there.

I carried the hand gun that Kacchan had insisted I take, not caring if I was in public or at home.

The familiar smell of coffee and flowers hit me like a truck. This refreshing scent reminded me of the long hours spent in my earlier days. I had to go two sizes up for my maid uniform not because I was fat but because of the muscle and... curvage.