KatsuDeku - Why Is It You? (Under Editing)

2:2 - Confused Happiness

This is sort of just going to be domestic fluff, but, it's important because this is basically summarizing what's happened in the time gap. Actually no, this is going to be insane fluff. Sorry, no smut until later. 

Once again, thank you guys so much for 13k reads, that is simply astounding for me. But anyways... on with the story. 

3rd person pov: 

The day after their graduation from Yuuei, Izuku proposed... the idea of moving in together. Bakugou was very much okay with it. They'd been together for over two and a half years and both felt that it was the right thing to do. 

So, that day they went, together, to multiple different prospective apartments. It seemed as though they'd gone through a million. Both wanted the best and Bakugou's want for a clean and new look drastically contrasted with Deku's  favoritism towards a more homey place. 

They'd gone through at least fifty apartments when they finally settled on one and closed the deal. Now they were together... in their room. 

Deku --

"So... this is our home now?" awkwardly, interjected Izuku. Kacchan was falling asleep, and while it was cute, they both still had a lot of touching up to do. Furniture to move and items to place, Izuku tried waking the sleeping blonde, but to no avail. Sighing, the boy gave up and settled on lying next to his lover. 

Turning to face the ash blonde, Deku took in everything. They've been through a lot. As professional heroes, and before, heroes in training, both Kacchan and Deku had quite a lot to go through. Kidnappings, big battles, all sorts of challenges. But, captured in Bakugou's calm sleeping face, Izuku saw what all of this was. 

This was the beginning of their life together. The beginning of their future. A future that's bound to be filled with trouble, Izuku was content. More than content, he was happy. Truly happy. Not the happiness one derives from ice cream or a good grade. But true unadulterated joy, as if his heart was complete, so complete that all there is to do is be happy with it. 

Peacefulness. Peacefulness is what Izuku met. Settled in their shared house, shared room, shared bed, and shared comforter. In their shared lifestyle, Izuku would find happiness. Fulfillment like no other. And right now, his left side warmed by his lover's body, Deku found comfort. His comfort in settling with his one true love. For all his life, all the pining and all the struggles. It led to this very moment. This moment of true happiness. 

And god, it was so worth it. 

Baku-- 

waking up, Bakugou was met with a familiar face. The face of his lone-time companion and lover, and friend. Izuku. Waking up next to Deku, Bakugou felt astoundingly domestic. Not that it wasn't good or anything. I'm sure anyone would be happy to wake up in the arms of a tall, fit, hero. His hero, to put it in terms that Katsuki would never in his life utter.  

Not that things weren't great before, but Izuku just transformed things. Fro the shy kid, to the quirky teen, and now to his amazing boyfriend. God, was he amazing It was in times like this were Bakugou felt so good but so bad. 

I'm Bakugou fucking Katsuki, he would tell himself. I'm no goddamn boyfriend!

But, oh, woe is him. Bakugou was indeed a boyfriend. He was part of a committed relationship, one he couldn't say he didn't see coming. But, despite his happiness, Bakugou was confused. Why was he acting like this. He was Bakugou Katsuki, hot-head extraordinaire. Not some little boyfriend. But, he was Deku's Kacchan, and of coarse, his little boyfriend. Amazing, confident, and impressively snarky, boyfriend. 

So now he asks himself, What am I doing here? Here, in this warm bed, in this sunny apartment that we share?

Well, deep down, he knew the answer to that. He was here to finally be happy with the person he loves. 

Together-- 

Izuku woke up to the striking crimson eyes he'd admired all his life. They were staring at him. Everything. The curl of hos hair, the form of his eyebrow crease, the smile lines creeping up from all the many times he;d flashed his pearly whites. It was all so perfect. And what that quirky, handsome boy saw back, was too, all amazing. 

The ask blondes spiky hair that seemed to never fall down. The few golden strands in his lovers otherwise dark brows. The shiny golden eyelashes that curved over so perfectly, a thin blanket over those pools of red. So, so, red. Pools of blood, of rubies, and of velvet. So many reds all melding together, a perfect whirlpool, sucking in their viewer.  

And they turn away, exiting from either side of the bed, as if they'd done it a million times, and went to brush their teeth for the first morning in their new shared home. 

---A/N---

Thanks for reading! Actually, thanks for sticking along. It's been so long in fact, just rereading this chapter, my writing style is so much different! Even like a few months ago, I got a comment on one of my other bnha stories. The person thought I passed on the story. That was certainly a wake up call if any. I think, maybe I'be just got a lot for practice with narrative, my new teacher is really strict and asks for a lot. 

So, tell me, is the new style good or bad? I feel as though it takes a lot more time to read detail by detail with my new style. I quite like it though. But I want to know what you think. 

Also, for future references, they will be switching (in bed). 

Anyway, thanks for sticking with this story, thank you for 13k reads, and have a good day! 

Thx - The Author

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