BAKUGOU. // Bakudeku

From Midoriya.

HAPPINESS WAS NEVER in short supply for Izuku Midoriya. He was twenty-two years old; still young and new to the heavy-duty world of pro heroes. Izuku's large emerald eyes, forest green curly hair, freckled face, and slightly smaller build had made a few people, both allies and enemies alike, underestimate him.

(A large mistake to make for someone with his determination and potential.)

Even so, he was living his dream every single day, and he never forgot to count his blessings. His popularity was climbing steadily, his income was great, his family, coworkers, and friends were all doing well, and he was in a happy relationship with Katsuki Bakugou, childhood friend and fellow pro hero.

Days were spent patrolling the area surrounding the agency Izuku, Katsuki, and a few other friends worked at. Afternoons were spent filing documents and giving an account of the day's events. Occasionally, everyone would go out for lunch together. Nights were often spent in peaceful silence; Izuku would lie comfortably in the warmth of his partner's chest, and they'd talk about whatever came to mind. Katsuki was one to huff about inconveniences, while Izuku was one to shrug them off with a more positive aura.

Because it didn't matter how hard the days were, how much his muscles ached, or how much collateral damage this week's protecting had come to. Izuku was content. He had Katsuki. And Katsuki had him.

It was Friday, April 20th. Katsuki had turned twenty-three.

Izuku insisted on going out for dinner with him, wanting to have his partner relax, and take a well-earned day off. Katsuki insisted that it was fine, and he was content with working as usual and spending some alone time with him when the day was done. In the end, they compromised, since neither would budge. They decided to work in the day as always, and have a nice dinner at home in the night.

"Deku-kun, you never told me what your plans with Bakugou-kun were for today," Uraraka Ochako, a coworker, friend, and ex-classmate asked, pulling on her headgear. The two were currently getting ready to do an assigned street patrol together.

"Oh, that?" Izuku laughed a little, adjusting his gloves. "We decided to just spend it like we always spend it- at home."

Ochako pouted, idly brushing away stray strands of dark hair from her forehead. "That's cute, but boring. You guys have been dating for years and it's just the same old, same old. Spice it up!" She exclaimed with a bright grin, her chocolate-colored eyes sparkling. "Do something freaky! Go to a strip club or something-"

"No way!" Izuku laughed, waving his hands frantically. "Kacchan hates crowded places! And they're not really my thing either." He smiled at his friend's fallen expression, aware that she only had good intentions. "I'm okay with spending our birthdays like this. It's like...a tradition! Yeah, that's it."

Ochako smiled softly. "You guys are a bunch of old farts. It's wholesome though, so I'll let it slide."

They closed their lockers together, heading out of the building and into the open.

Izuku's face reddened, just a bit. "Well....obviously we're not that vanilla..."

Ochako gasped humorously, her thick eyebrows raising in shock. "Oh, so you're hiding your kinky escapades from me? Tell me what's gonna go down later then."

Izuku laughed breathily, somewhat embarrassed. "He's gonna get a birthday present, let's leave it at that."

"No way-"

"Pro heroes Deku and Uravity?" A voice cut in, via their earpieces.

Ochako raised her small wireless communication device, speaking into it. "We're here. What is it?"