I Will Never Find Another You {Kiribaku - BNHA}

you'll always be with me

Katsuki's 'sudden' retirement from being a pro hero shakes the media more than they'd expected. After a single interview—one that Eijirou accompanies him on and he decides to keep hold of his hand throughout since they both made the decision to let their relationship be known to the world—headlines start popping up all over. His face is on their television more than it had ever been before, and it's not long before theories and rumors surface, too.

In the same interview, Eijirou makes it known he'll be taking an indefinite hiatus from his work as Red Riot to spend however long he had left with Katsuki, with Katsuki.

After about a week, they stop paying attention to the media. Their situation would soon be rendered old news, anyway, once shadowed over by something else the world would move onto gossiping about.

Instead, they focus on planning. Eijirou, of course, wants to get married as soon as possible, and Katsuki can't help but let him plan it for a little more than a month away from when he's released from the hospital. The whole situation hasn't sunk in for him the way it has for Eijirou; while he knows, damn does he know that his life is going to come to a close so much sooner than anyone expected, it sure as fuck doesn't feel like it. And yet Eijirou is acutely aware of it. It's so like him to want to make the absolute most of every moment to the point where even Katsuki has to tell him to chill.

"Ei, listen," he'd said, almost having to force the words out because he knew how fragile Eijirou's feelings could be. "I fucking love you, got it? But don't... don't act or treat me like I'm dying. Just be normal, 'cause if you're trying to do something special every second of every day you're gonna exhaust both of us. Just be with me. You should've figured out by now that that's all I care about."

And though Eijirou's responding smile held that sadness that Katsuki hated that he was growing accustomed to, he'd conveyed his understanding with an apology that made Katsuki feel so stupidly guilty he couldn't help but pull the idiot into his arms for an embrace that somehow had them end up in their bedroom, clothes strewn about the floor and skin pressed to skin.

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After a couple weeks of what feels like non-stop fucking planning, planning, planning, Katsuki convinces the idiot to let others in and help. It doesn't stop him, of course, from spending what, to Katsuki, is too much of his time trying to figure out little details. And eventually not even Katsuki can take his shit anymore.

They're sitting on the couch one evening and, as usual, Eijirou's on his phone still looking for shit—probably trying to find the best place to get a cake (even though Sato offered to make it for free hundreds of times), when Katsuki decides he just can't fucking take it anymore.

"Hey, so d'you wanna—" Ei begins.

"Stop," Katsuki interrupts.

"Huh? Hey!" Eijirou complains when the phone is pulled from his hands and discarded somewhere behind Katsuki. "Katsuki—"

"Stop with all the damn wedding shit for once, Ei. You're givin' me a damn headache," Katsuki says as he's leaning toward the other, whose eyes are wider than usual.

"But we need to—"

Cutting him off again, Katsuki pushes him back into the arm rest behind him, using his mouth to swallow whatever words he was about to say. "Gimme one fucking evening, Hair for Brains," Katsuki murmurs against him. "Just one damn night with no wedding shit and no planning and blah blah..." he mumbles into another kiss.

Ei laughs quietly against him, gently pushing him back with a hand on his chest. "Okay, okay. Sorry, babe."

"You should be." Katsuki tries to kiss him again, but Eijirou dodges, causing his mouth to meet the warmth of Ei's cheek instead.