Incinerate

by KyuukaKoinu

Bakugou Katsuki is a workaholic hell bent on never dating because it's too much of a 'distraction'. Enter Midoriya Izuku: A walking contradiction that is giving Katsuki an actual lethal goddamn migraine along with a mysterious set of arson crimes that walked right into town with him. But the most frustrating part is that Katsuki can't seem to get his fucking mind off either.

23. Fireworks

Hello! :D Welcome back! I hope everyone is having a good time and staying during this pandemic. I bring you a nice 19.8k worth of fluff.

So without further ado, I present to you this fluffy drama filled chapter! It was inspired by the show "Little Fires Everywhere" that I recently finished and *loved*.

Please read warnings going forward for the themes if you are worried about such :)

Warnings: Keeping up with the Bakugous, talk of past abuse, Mitsuki herself in this story just needs a warning. Adult smut scene. Light sub/dom themes during sex, use of sex toys and mild feminization of Izuku during said kinky sex scene.

Song: Hozier - Dinner and Diatribes

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Chapter 22 - Fireworks

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The silence after all the evidence was burned was unbearable to Izuku.

It was the type of silence that followed the destruction of a storm, or after an unsavory argument between two loved ones. It was a deafening quietness that pushed its way under the skin and stayed. This silence somehow became one of the loudest moments of Izuku's life.

The chemical smell of burnt paper and plastic hung in the air as Katsuki took his vow.

"We protect each other."

And after that, while Izuku listened to the static in the air, Katsuki took a deep breath. He pushed past him and went upstairs without looking back, but that's all Izuku could do. Look back. The greenette was unable to move his feet from the middle of the kitchen. They stayed planted like solid roots as his chest started to heave.

Trembling green eyes were wide with shock as he inspected the metallic sink that was seared with blackened burn spots and littered with dark colored remains of his past. It was gone. Everything was actually gone.

The concept almost didn't seem fathomable about living in fear for so long.

A small creak from the level above him pulled Izuku back to reality. Katsuki. He backed away slowly from the kitchen sink forcing himself to no longer look back. He left behind the ashes of his old life as he followed his boyfriend up the stairs of his apartment. The freckled man blinked once. Then blinked harder, trying to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. The moment felt like one of his strange dreams as he took each cautious step up the stairs until he was inside of Katsuki's bedroom.

Izuku waited, wondering if the moment would twist into something dark like it always did—if he would wake up and realize that he was still alone inside the hallway floor.

But it didn't happen. The moment stayed as still as the eye of a storm and it was very much real.

Katsuki's back was to him, and neither officer said a word as the night drew to a close. Izuku looked down to the ground when he heard the tiny footsteps of the small dog run past him. The small unnamed dog pawed at Katsuki's feet and gave a short whine asking for attention.

Izuku watched quietly. The blond looked down and gave an almost inaudible huff before pulling out a cluster of blankets and towels for the unnamed Shiba Inu. Katsuki placed her on top of the heap at the foot of the bed with the utmost care.

Izuku noted how kind Katsuki's hands were. How protective and loving they always were. The tiny dog crawled inside of the ball of sheets with a wagging tail and closed her eyes yet again.

"Katsuki," Izuku whispered, feeling like something should be said. "Thank you. You didn't have to do that for me."

He studied both his lover and the nameless dog in silence, letting everything sink in. He struggled to grasp the concept of his past with AFO completely gone—by Katsuki's hands.

The lieutenant's shoulders stiffened at the words as he stood beside the large bed. Burning red eyes dragged their way to him with a serious expression before Katsuki began speaking in a low tone.

"Are there any more secrets, Izuku?" The tired lieutenant asked sternly, lips tight as the tension in the air. "I do not want any more secrets between us from now on if this is going to work. Only honesty from here on out. I don't like liars."

The raw expression in the ruby colored eyes was both vulnerable and deeply hurt. Izuku nodded, a small tear escaping to run down his freckled cheek.

"That's it," his hoarse voice confessed. Izuku wringed his hands nervously. "There are no more secrets."

Katsuki nodded slowly as if he was accepting the words gradually. The blond haired man turned away and reached for the light switch with what looked like a heavy heart. The room was quickly engulfed in blackness, officially ending the day.

Izuku wanted to say more, to give a ramble about how much he loved the man in front of him and how eternally grateful he was. But the more he looked at the exhausted blond that was already stripping himself of his clothes and climbing in bed, Izuku kept his mouth sealed tight.

He was too afraid that the weight of his words might break that fragile moment between them.

As he took his place in the large bed that night, Izuku wondered what was turning inside of his lover's mind. The stewing blond didn't utter another word as he pulled Izuku in close and buried his face into the crook of the green eyed man's neck.

. . .

The following day, several investigations of the city-wide murders were launched. All of Shizuoka City's officers were trying to track down who was responsible for the bloodbath at Ground Alpha and if it was connected to the disturbing amount of deaths littered all the way from Yaizu to Shizuoka.

They attempted interrogating the Shigarakis, who were bound in the hospital in an unspeakable condition. Izuku remembered how strange it was seeing them so disfigured and maimed. He stood tall next to Tomura's hospital bed—their positions switched entirely from three years ago. It felt like a full circle of rightful karma.

But as he stayed silently stationed there, the father son criminal duo kept eyeing him with an underlying desperation. There was a consistent stream of salty tears in their eyes that almost worried Izuku. Their hands and feet were completely confined in casts and their mouths tongue-less. Their bodies spasmed with every move they tried to take, which told Izuku their condition was unimaginably painful.

Izuku noted their silence was uncomfortable as every U.A officer looked down at them, but all of his comrades' eyes were void of pity. Especially Katsuki's and Shouto's. The usual emotion filled red eyes of his lover were as cold as the chill that filled the air. Shouto broke his usual indifferent expression and Izuku saw all the resentment the youngest Todoroki held for them as well.

But for the first time in his life, the orphan actually wished Tomura could speak. He almost wished the ex-kingpin still possessed the deadly tongue that ordered to end his parents' lives so they could figure out what the hell happened.

But instead all they received was silence.

It was different from the uncomfortable silence he had experienced the night before with Katsuki. That silence was full of a powerful unspoken energy. This silence was scratchy and desperate as the Shigarakis tried to let out information that jumbled into indistinguishable mumbles.

Tomura's blood red eyes stayed narrowed in on Izuku the entire time and it made the greenette weary. He stood behind all the higher-ranking officers taking the lead and asking questions, but it seemed like Tomura didn't care about anything they were saying.

If someone were to ask Izuku his opinion, it almost seemed like Tomura was trying to warn him specifically of something.

But the more the tongueless men tried to speak, neither Shigaraki could form a single word. Nothing of significance was given. Only silence.

The Shigarakis' deadly chapter officially closed when they were immediately charged with endless accounts of first-degree murder, drug distributing, lethal weapon smuggling and everything in between.

Izuku had no doubts they would be sentenced to capital punishment.

The following day, when more reports and witnesses came in, all fingers pointed towards both Dabi and the mysterious man named Nine.

"They said they were starting their own gang and were recruiting," one witness had sobbed into the interrogation room after the Ground Alpha red dawn.

The witness was a young woman who had been in the V.I.P section at Yotsubashi's party. Izuku remembered her from the way she complimented his freckles while he was sitting on Dabi's lap. She and several others were inside of the cars that were on their way to Yotsubashi's headquarters that Monoma's crew arrested. Before the Dabi isolated their car and led the kingpin straight to his death.

"I was supposed to be one of the members in their new gang, but I had no clue they were planning on eradicating everyone who wasn't." The witness whispered this while her hands shook in the silver cuffs. "They killed my friends…"

Her brown eyes were large and full of regret and the innocent air around her was most deceiving. But it didn't stop her from being charged with several criminal accounts such as past homicide and assault with a deadly weapon when they got the case file of her full involvement with the gangs.

Izuku felt a tinge of pity for her in the depths of his stomach as he watched behind the one-way mirror with Katsuki and Monoma. Neither lieutenant seemed to have the same bleeding heart as him, as they observed with stone cold expressions.

It made Izuku wonder if he would ever be able to detach his feelings from his work like them when he grew older.

Sitting inside the interrogation room was Kirishima and Denki. They were the ones inside questioning all the witnesses with well-rested expressions on their faces.

"Where do you think they went?" Kirishima asked the witness with his kind eyes. He was always able to pull the truth out by his approachable personality. "If you could give us any clues or hints to where they might be, it would be extremely useful to make sure they don't do this again."

"Dabi did mention something about setting up a new headquarters," she whispered from her trembling lips, eyes not looking up from the silver table. "I can't remember exactly where but it's not in Shizuoka City or Yaizu. If everything went well, they would give the information to those who made the cut—but...I'm here."

Katsuki cursed loudly from beside him at the dead-end.

The young commander threw his hand up and raked it through his ash blond spikes before exiting the small room in frustration.

Monoma cut his eye at the retreating Katsuki and Izuku didn't miss how the other lieutenant's blue eyes narrowed dangerously. It evoked Izuku's memory of the strange interaction between them as he eyed the puzzle piece bracelet on his wrist.

After investigating all possible witnesses, the only headway they were given was that Dabi and Nine were the new and 'improved' kingpins of the entirelower Shizuoka province. Apparently Dabi promised to double raises, give more power and to treat all gang members fairly unlike the previous two kingpins. Everyone who joined his side went willingly unlike the Shigarakis' method of recruitment by blackmail and fear.

"A regular fucking messiah," Katsuki sarcastically grumbled after they finished interviewing the last possible witnesses.

"Well, on the bright side, if they took half of the Shigarakis' members and half of Yotsubashi's, then really they minimized the threat level of gangs?" Denki suggested with a sympathetic look in the break room while they were all gathered around.

"Yeah, kind of like when you cut two really rich cakes in half and put one of each half together and eat the rest! We only have to worry about fifty percent now!" Kirishima agreed, trying to loosen up the tension.

Izuku wearily eyed the stern looking Momo, Shouto, Iida and Katsuki. None of them seemed to be thinking on the upside as they sipped pensively on their coffees.

"But ultimately that means they have twice the reach," Momo muttered while she tapped her manicure nail on her chin. "Before all of this, AFO and Yotsubashi were opposing forces. They kept each other confined within their cities. Now Dabi and Nine have free range over both Yaizu and Shizuoka."

"Which makes them twice as lethal," Katsuki grumbled as he sunk into his chair. "They're just smaller but Dabi officially has two full gang territories to his name."

The tension rolled off the young lieutenant in waves. Izuku could easily sense Katsuki was stressed and he was still wading in the undefined silence from the night of the confrontation.

Izuku tried to give an understanding expression through his large, green eyes as he reached for Katsuki's hand under the table. The freckled detective loosely intertwined their fingers and pulled Katsuki's mind out of whatever drain his thoughts were circling. Red eyes turned towards him and Katsuki gave a small smile in return before fully interlacing their hands together.

The curly haired man offered a small squeeze of reassurance through their hands as they looked at each other without speaking. Izuku could tell Katsuki was saying more than he could ever with words. Seeing Katsuki's smile after the nightmarish day was like a lighthouse in the middle of night at sea.

Izuku was grateful to bear witness to the handsome expression and it made him hold Katsuki's hand tighter.

. . .

Later that day, Izuku was able to get the all-too-calm Shouto alone. Izuku skated around him nervously, wondering what he could possibly think of him after seeing his file. But every time they interacted, Shouto only graced him with smiles like nothing had happened.

But Izuku knew better. Shouto was a polite person at the end of the day and he came from a family that was notorious for saving face.

Izuku quietly asked him to go on a lunch run with him. He proposed that they could purchase a heap of baked goodies for the team to lift everyone's spirits after such a morbid three days. Shouto agreed to this, saying that a 'pick me up' was the right way to go in this instance.

They put on their coats and headed out of the station side by side. At first neither officer said anything, and Izuku half expected it to stay that way: them wading in nothingness.

But as he watched the snow crunch beneath their boots and all the different families of Shizuoka City passed them by, Izuku broke the silence without looking at Shouto's face.

"I...I know you found my file," he began awkwardly, his hands nervously clenched and unclenched in his blue coat's pockets. "Katsuki told me you were the one who saw it first."

Shouto glanced at him as if he expected the topic to be brought up but didn't reply.

"I'm sure you must think differently of me like he does now," Izuku supplied in the emptiness between them. "I-I told Katsuki the full story, if you want to hear it too, I can repeat it. I swear I'm not that person on paper."

There was a trickle of sympathy within Shouto's mismatched eyes that Izuku missed.

"I know," the older officer whispered softly. "If I thought you were that person, I wouldn't have brought it to Bakugou's attention first to try to get the situation clarified."

Izuku turned to the other man next to him surprised at the calm attitude. There was another long pause as the youngest Todoroki licked his dry lips. Shouto's eyes skirted around as if he was still trying to process everything.

"I honestly didn't know what to think at first," he continued. "I assumed maybe Toshinori was making me bring the files up to try to pull the information about your anonymous tip and keep it anonymous...but curiosity got the better of me when the file felt thicker than just a single page. When I looked inside that folder I was stunned. Shocked. Frightened even. But it flashed me back to when Touya assaulted me. Bakugou, he got a taste of Touya's anger—but he never was the subject of Touya's unhinged rage."

Shouto took a long pause and Izuku eyed the large burn on the other young man's face. The freckled burn victim wondered what it was like to have that type of reminder so plainly displayed for the world to see.

He looked down at his own hand and was oddly thankful he could cover up his scars.

"When I saw that photograph of your face beaten up while you were standing next to Touya, I could see the fear in your eyes...I recognized it," Shouto whispered while looking down at the snow-covered sidewalk. He made a pained face. "Fear and love are never a good combination. I can only imagine you making that bomb was the result of those two emotions clashing and giving birth to desperation.

"After seeing that, I didn't want to possibly expose you before sorting things out and finding out if there was more to the story," Shouto confessed. "I figured while I did feel sympathy for you, I should still take precautions. I assumed the person who knew you best would be Bakugou and thought maybe he knew more than I did—but…"

"...He didn't," Izuku supplied when Shouto grimaced and was unable to finish his sentence. "I'm so sorry for not saying anything sooner. I should've said something—"

"—It's okay," Shouto hushed him. "I don't need you to relive your past and explain my own brother's destructive firestorm to me. Frankly, I just want to bury Touya as a whole at this point. I got the closure I needed, however disappointing it was to hear. You're not the only one that's ready to move forward and put this all behind them."

"Thank you for understanding, Shouto." Izuku tried to smile and was relieved when it was returned back to him.

"No problem at all, Izuku. I can imagine why you didn't want to bring that up. Anything relating to Touya is always so...messy." Shouto sighed. "I already have to deal with the aftermath of him every New Year when my family gets together. By this time next week, I'll be in the middle of my father ignoring the fact Touya existed and witnessing my mother grieve in the backyard because she feels like she can't express her hurt in front of my father."

"I'm sorry," Izuku whispered with a frown. "That's not how the holidays should be spent."

Shouto only shrugged. "You can't choose family."

The taller detective gave a strained expression and patted Izuku on the back when the green-eyed man shot him a concerned look. Izuku pursed his lips at that last statement as he thought about how loving and lively his parents were during the holidays. It was always an enjoyable time of the year for him—but he supposed not everyone was lucky enough to have that luxury growing up.

"So, what's your favorite flavor doughnut? You seem like the chocolate type," Shouto laughed as he changed the subject.

"You hit the nail on the head," Izuku chuckled back. He took the small hint to drop the subject and move on. "Would you want to grab boba too? My treat!"

They continued to go purchase baked goods from the local market and while there, Izuku made sure to spend extra on purchasing a secret stash of Katsuki's favorites dessert as a treat for later. When Izuku presented him the bag full of namagashi to his boyfriend, the ash blond grinned at him gratefully and kissed him on the cheek.

A full week went by with the New Year closing in tight. Colorful decorations were put up all around the precinct and the air filled with everyone talking about their families.

Izuku learned Iida had an older brother who was a captain of another precinct in Shizuoka City. Police work ran deep in their blood and it made Izuku smile. The green eyed man also learned that Ochaco worked as hard as she did to provide for her parents because she was trying to put a new roof over their heads. Denki apparently had enough cousins to start a baseball team while Kirishima and Mina were trying to figure out how to invite both of their families to their first shared New Year's as a newlywed couple.

Everyone was talking and gushing about their families the closer it got to New Year's, but Katsuki stayed silent. His shoulders were stiff, and every mention of the nearing New Year seemed to make him uneasy in his own skin.

During this week, Katsuki was unnaturally quiet.

He wanted to walk the dog alone, bought dog food, a leash and a collar. He did all these kind things—but he did it almost without a word save a couple small, sweet exchanges.

One evening when Katsuki prompted that he was going to go walk the still nameless dog, Izuku offered to come with him. He could sense some stiffness in Katsuki, but the blond didn't brush him aside this time. They walked wordlessly around the neighborhood park before Izuku spoke up.

"You're being quieter than usual," Izuku prodded carefully. He eyed how Katsuki's gloved hand held on tightly to the red leash attached to the puppy as she walked around the sidewalk. Katsuki's crimson colored eyes stayed gazed downwards at the small animal lightly pacing in front of them.

"I'm a man of many things," Katsuki grumbled with a shrug. "I don't always yell."

Izuku pursed his lips before bumping his boyfriend's shoulder lightly with his own. "I know...but is everything alright? Nothing is bothering you, is it?"

Katsuki didn't answer except with a sigh as he stopped his pace completely.

Izuku worried as the blond looked everywhere but him before slowly walking off to the side. The tall man took a seat on a small wooden bench with his back hunched. All of Izuku's thoughts started to spiral with his anxieties as he studied his boyfriend's deep frown lines. They were etched with a story of worry that Izuku couldn't pinpoint—except for it being one thing.

His heart twisted wondering if Katsuki was considering that burning his file had been a mistake.

Izuku felt his throat run dry at the thought. What if Katsuki was going to say something to everyone? He had every right to. Katsuki had a spotless reputation and he just tarnished it for Izuku.

"Katsuki…" he began slowly, his heart thudded loudly in his chest. Izuku took a seat next to his boyfriend whose eyes were still troubling distant. "A-Are you rethinking what you did because I understand—"

"—Kami, no," the elder man quickly hissed out. Katsuki looked over his shoulder quickly before turning back to Izuku with a soft look in his eye and lowered his voice. "Of course not. I will never fucking regret that so don't talk about it out loud in public. I meant what I said: we protect each other because you're worth protecting, okay?"

Izuku's anxieties slowly diminished and he softly murmured a quiet "okay" under his breath, but it didn't stop the unease that was stirring inside of his chest. The more he looked upon the other male, whose thoughts seemed to be tied up elsewhere, he still could sense something was wrong.

Katsuki lifted a hand and awkwardly rubbed the nape of his neck before he continued on.

"That's not the reason I've been so...off. I just get in my own head this time of year, alright? Nothing to do with you."

"What's wrong with this time of year?" Izuku asked, puzzled. He glanced around at the beautiful trees that were lit up in bright white lights and coated in soft sparkling snow. "Do you not like fairy lights?"

Katsuki shook his head. "No, I have to deal with my goddamn parents."

Oh.

"Oh is right," Katsuki replied to the word Izuku didn't even realize he said out loud. "I have to head to Tokyo for New Year's soon and I guess I'm just never happy about going because it's always so fucking stupid."

Izuku stayed silently pensive as he thought about what Katsuki told him about his parents. More specifically, he thought about what Katsuki said about his mother hitting him frequently, the benches he would sleep on, and how his father stayed passive towards the clearly uneven power in the household.

He quickly decided he didn't want Katsuki to be near that.

"Do you have to go?" Izuku treaded lightly.

"Well, I've never not gone," Katsuki said in a noncommittal voice. "It's the only thing that keeps them pacified and plus I like seeing my two older cousins above everything. It's always nice to catch up with them at the holiday party but dealing with verbal jabs from my parents all night is really…"

Katsuki stopped, unable to find the words. In the silence, Izuku listed a couple in his own words inside his mind based on the sparse stories he had been told.

Rough. Unwanted. Painful.

"...it's just not fun y'know?" Katsuki finally settled on. "No matter how much I mentally prepare for this, twelve months in between still doesn't feel like enough."

"I get it," Izuku nodded, hand lifting to rub the elder man on the back. He looked into the saddened red eyes that were conveying all the words Katsuki couldn't muster. "You don't have to explain anymore, okay? I completely get it. If you want I can watch the dog for you while you're gone. I'll even pick up an extra shift at the station to keep busy."

"Well...about that." At this Katsuki sucked in his lips and strummed his hands against his knee before averting his eyes down at the puppy at their feet. He reached down to scratch under her chin before tilting his head cautiously. "I was hoping you'd come with me to Tokyo...to spend New Year's together as a couple."

"W-What?" Izuku stuttered out, eyes widened. "Like you want me to come to Tokyo to meet your family?

"Yeah," Katsuki muttered and picked up the dog to set in his lap. "I was debating on asking you after the undercover operation was finished, but things got out of hand and I never got around to thinking about it again."

"I see." Izuku nodded absently.

His mind wrapped around possibly meeting Katsuki's family. Specifically meeting the man's parents. His overactive imagination immediately supplied him the imagery of a bunch of loud blond haired people in the room arguing over desserts and spicy food.

Izuku took a deep breath in.

"I realized it would mean a lot to have you there with me during the New Year. I really want to do something special together," Katsuki confessed softly in a voice that Izuku never heard him use before. It was gentle, and almost afraid. The subtle shift in tone made Izuku pause and carefully assess all the hesitation inside of Katsuki's body language.

"But if you say no I understand. I'm still on the fence of letting you into that hurricane of dysfunction that clearly runs in my goddamn genes."

Ah—there it is.

Katsuki was afraid his family would scare off Izuku. The mere thought made Izuku laugh lightly and shuffled in closer on the taller man. He wrapped his arms around the tense blond's waist tightly and rested his chin on Katsuki's shoulder.

"I would never judge you based on your family," Izuku reassured, giving a small sweet smile that seemed to give some sort of comfort to the blond. "But I would love to spend the New Year with you, Kacchan. I like the idea of us bringing in the New Year together. It would be a great symbolism for new beginnings."

Katsuki's head whirled around, eyes wide as if he was floored.

"Really?" he exclaimed, clearly taken aback. "Well, if that's the case, then I guess, cool."

"Yup, cool. Meeting the Kacchans." Izuku joked with a grin and Katsuki let out a deep chuckle. "Would we stay with your parents?"

"Absolutely fucking not." Katsuki 'tsk'd lightly and rolled his eyes. "I haven't slept at my parents' since I was nineteen after my mom kicked my ass out for good. We would stay with my cousin Miruko. She has a really nice private pool house she lets me come drop in every time I'm in the city."

"I like that idea. I can't wait to spend the holiday with you," Izuku said with joy in his voice as he gave a quick kiss to Katsuki's cheek. When he leaned back the small puppy in the blond's lap reached up while wagging its tail licking the spot Izuku had just kissed.

Katsuki smirked happily, all the earlier tension melting away. Izuku grinned as he reached forward and nuzzled his nose against the small nose of the Shiba Inu and received several loving licks in return.

"And we can bring the baby along!" Izuku exclaimed, giving several more cuddles and kisses in a high-pitched voice. "You are a baby, aren't you? The cutest in the world!"

"Stop talking to the damn dog like that," Katsuki laughed, pinching Izuku's cheek playfully. "You're gonna confuse the shit out of her when you start speaking in your normal grown ass man voice."

"If that's the case then stop referring to her as 'the damn dog.' She's going to actually start thinking that is her name," Izuku teased and coddled the tiny animal more. "Kacchan is going to confuse you, isn't he baby?"

"Well, speaking of, 'baby' needs a name. What should we name her?" Katsuki pointed out.

Izuku smiled at the topic finally being brought up after they skated around it for so long. "I like the name Mao!"

Katsuki shook his head immediately. "Naw. Too much like bao."

"How about Bao? That's kind of cute," Izuku tried but Katsuki scrunched his nose up at the name.

"I would rather not be misled when you call out for 'Bao' during dinner time only to find you are in fact, not announcing you're cooking baos."

"Well...Mei? I always liked that name."

"No, Mina has a cousin named Mei," Katsuki grumbled under his breath and made an exasperated expression. "A lot of fucking pink in that family."

"Um, what about Akita?"

"Akita is a type of dog you nerd. How would that look? We named our Shiba Inu another breed of dog? Next."

Izuku made a fed-up face and elbowed the elder man next to him. "Okay, what do you have in mind then, Kacchan? Since you don't seem to like my names."

There was a long pause as Katsuki assessed the creature in his arms. Izuku watched how the usually hard, sharp expression in his eyes melted into something affectionate before Katsuki's lips curled up like he had an idea.

"How about Akira," Katsuki suggested with an adoring gaze. "For bright. She has a really warm, bright personality like you."

"That's so sweet of you," Izuku said as his smile blossomed larger across his face. Katsuki shifted his gaze to meet him and the same adoring look stayed. Izuku felt his heart clench. "Okay. Akira it is."

"Perfect," Katsuki grinned excited. "It's me, you and Akira next weekend in Tokyo, dork."

"I'm kind of nervous," Izuku admitted with a flushed face.

He considered meeting all of the people who shaped Katsuki and hoped it wasn't as chaotic as he thought it would be. In the middle of this train of thought, his lover pulled him in tight and held his hand securely with a confident smirk.

"Don't worry. Just be yourself and I'm sure all the people who matter will like you. You have nothing to be nervous about."

. . .

He had everything to be nervous about. Why on earth would Kacchan say he didn't?

When they had gotten back to the apartment, Katsuki casually mentioned where his family lived. Toranomon. His family lived in goddamn Toranomon—one of the top wealthiest places in the already expensive city of Tokyo. Which only meant one thing: the Bakugous had money.

Izuku had looked around Katsuki's luxury apartment that night and felt stupid when he considered everything. The lavish furniture. A two-floor condo. He built an entire art studio in his home office. Of course the man had a fall back of some mysterious amount of yen—it made so much sense now.

"You're overreacting," Katsuki had told Izuku as the greenette frantically searched through their closet to pick out an outfit. "Only some of my family members are uppity but the majority of them are not like that. Hey, I'm not fucking like that. We're only well off because my family has been playing the stock market game since World War I. We're not famous or some shit."

"Kacchan, I cannot walk into Toranomon wearing my raggedy artist's clothes!" Izuku hissed back, throwing another one of his favorite cardigans over his shoulder as he sifted through his belongings before letting out a frustrated, defeated sigh. "Why does everything I own have some sort of paint stain on it?"

"Because you're an artist and you don't care about superficial shit. Which is something I love about you." Katsuki let out a deep chuckle before getting up to hug Izuku's waist from behind. "How about we go shopping tomorrow. Would that make you feel better?"

"Y-Yeah," Izuku nodded and Katsuki smirked before bending slightly to lay a sweet kiss against Izuku's cheek.

They went shopping and picked out new clothes to ease Izuku's anxieties and settled on an olive-green cowl neck sweater and black jeans with brown dress shoes. Katsuki claimed it was acceptable and tried to get Izuku to loosen up some, but it didn't stop the hospitality wired Midoriya from baking a plate of blue and pink uiro-mochi for everyone.

When they got on the train with food and Akira, Katsuki dressed in his usual sleek attire: a red shirt that was undone by a single button while still being neatly tucked into a black leather belt. His black matching dress shoes didn't have a single scruff on them and there was a large expensive silver and gold Rolex shining bright on his wrist that Izuku had never seen before.

On the ride over Katsuki talked about small rules and gave him little tidbits about the family.

His eldest cousin Rumi, who liked to be called Miruko, was one of Tokyo's top criminal prosecutor attorneys. She was thirty two and at the peak of her career but Katsuki was positive she was just getting warmed up.

His other cousin, Keigo was closer in age. He was a year older than him and currently was being considered for a captain's position at one of the downtown precincts in Tokyo. Katsuki raved about how in a couple given years he was sure the man would become Chief of Police of Tokyo.

The condo complex they arrived at was stunning. It was a tall glass building that had wealthy people coming in and out and it just screamed wealth.

Izuku nervously fiddled with the two plates full of food in his hand while he noted how Katsuki bent down to pick up Akira once they reached the clean lobby of the complex. Izuku smiled at the small animal whose big doe eyes were looking at Katsuki like he was the world. Same, Akira. Same.

The doorman seemed to recognize Katsuki without needing ID and greeted him properly as 'Mr. Bakugou'. His boyfriend just gave a friendly small nod to the elder man sitting behind the sleek, white desk. Katsuki handed the man their overnight bags and requested they be sent over to Miruko's home because apparently that was a thing.

They rode up the elevator and with each 'ding' of a new floor, Izuku could sense the tension in Katsuki's shoulders coming back. When they arrived at the door, Izuku wondered what it was like growing up in a large condo complex like this. It was so different from the small, modest house he grew up in.

But when the door answered after a single swift knock, Izuku didn't have to wonder too much longer.

The door swung open and immediately Izuku was greeted by a tall, blonde woman in a blue cashmere cardigan and red skirt. Her striking fire eyes were the same exact shade as his lover's as was her hair. Standing directly next to her was a tall man who seemed tired. He had medium brown hair, glasses and a pink flush gently across his face that suggested he was already a couple of alcohol glasses into the evening.

"Katsuki. This is a surprise, you actually showed up on time," the blond woman commented, eyes raking Izuku up and down before making a point to ignore him. Izuku froze when it seemed like she assessed all that she needed to. "And you brought a guest that's not Takeyama?"

The smile on Izuku's face faltered momentarily before bouncing back. Yup. This had to be Mitsuki.

Thank Kami I know how to fake a smile, Izuku thought sarcastically to himself when Katsuki huffed from beside him.

"Well hello to you too," Katsuki grumbled before he stepped forward and pushed his way in. Izuku gave a polite smile that was only returned by the brunette man as he followed inside as well. There, he could hear a roar of laughter, joy and what sounded like a village of people inside.

It took all Izuku had to stop himself from gasping out loud at how gorgeous the interior of the condo was. Katsuki's parents' home was huge.

If he hadn't been informed, he wouldn't have guessed that this was a family party. The condo looked like some casual fundraiser event with all the well-dressed guests and black & white suited caterers stationed around. The waiters served wine and hors d'oeuvres on silver platters with plastic smiles. Velvet red curtains were hung with white decorative lights on the wall and off in the corner of what Izuku presumed to be the dining area were three long tables.

The high-rise condo was far larger as his cozy childhood home, but it looked so sterile of life in comparison.

While his parents' home was filled with art and signs of living—here, there was close to none. It was the classic minimalistic luxury set up and it felt like it was the perfect stage for hosting large, classy parties like the one happening. It appeared to look exactly like the condos Izuku always saw in magazines and it was picture perfect.

Almost a little too perfect. It felt...lifeless.

"Also, why the hell would I bring her? We've been broken up for four years," Katsuki muttered to the pair of adults standing at the door. Izuku presumed them to be his boyfriend's parents the longer he looked. Katsuki resembled the blonde woman down to the last strand of light blond hair on his head.

The fiery looking woman shifted in an irritated fashion before taking a sip of her white wine. She looked at Katsuki with a hint of resentment in her eyes at the short tone the young man took with her.

"I started to like her, and I figured you two might have worked things out like goddamn adults when she went to visit you in Shizuoka City not too long ago." She paused to drag her eyes to Izuku who smiled awkwardly. "But I guess clearly not."

Izuku felt himself grow steadily more and more uncomfortable the longer her knife-like gaze rested on him. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? Or do with that type of greeting for that matter? Should he apologize for not being some pushy, tall blonde woman—

—oh.

"Mom, dad, this is Midoriya Izuku and our dog Akira," Katsuki introduced finally as he set down the puppy. "We've been dating the past few months."

Both of their eyes widened and Izuku gave another taut friendly wave when he clicked the pieces together of why Katsuki might've fallen into dating someone like Takeyama. Someone who didn't listen to what he said, subtly pushed him around, and always insisted she knew better for his life.

Katsuki's father gave Izuku a sincere smile and tried to speak up but Mitsuki spoke over him. Her face scrunched in scrutiny.

"Since when the hell do you like men?" She questioned.

"Since when did you give a shit?"

The tension in the air prickled all four adults' skin as they stood awkwardly at the entrance way. Izuku cleared his throat before extending his hand as he tried to muster all the courage he had in his body.

"I-It's so nice to meet you both!" He greeted them quickly to change the subject. He was not about to be in the middle of that conversation. "I've heard so much about you and I'm very grateful to be here for New Years with you all."

"Nice to meet you, Izuku. I'm glad to see Katsuki dating after so long," Katsuki's father spoke up over the flustered blonde haired woman. He gave a neutral smile and shook Izuku's hand with a loose grip. "I was beginning to think he just would never put himself back on the market again but it's nice to know he's actually dating a presentable young man. My name is Masaru and this is my wife Mitsuki."

"Lovely names to match such a lovely home. I really adore the decorations and everything," Izuku complimented. It seemed to make headway with Masaru who gave him a hearty fatherly laugh but Mitsuki still seemed to be fuming. Izuku idly fidgeted with the plate of uiro-mochi in his hands before extending it politely to Mitsuki in hopes of cordiality.

"I made desserts for everyone! Katsuki mentioned your favorites were uiro-mochi."

Mitsuki frowned at the saran wrapped blue plate and turned to Masaru who winced.

"Did he just hand me dishes?" She harshly whispered directly in front of Izuku to her husband. Izuku stiffened in place at his mistake when she turned back around to him with a false smile. "You can set them down in the kitchen and remember to take your shoes off before you go inside since people need to remind you of manners."

And with that she walked away, and Masaru gave an apologetic smile, but followed behind her loyally.

"Ignore her," Katsuki grumbled as they both took their shoes off. "She's always like this for new guests. Should've seen the way she acted when my cousin Keigo brought his first girlfriend to the holiday party. This is her being fucking pleasant."

Izuku felt himself frown. If that was Mitsuki's pleasant side, he didn't want to fathom the idea of what it was like to actually piss her off—or what that really meant for Katsuki's childhood.

"And how did that girlfriend fair?" Izuku asked quietly as he watched the two Bakugous go back into the crowd to mingle with all the well dressed guests.

"She ran for the hills. Broke up with him the next day," Katsuki muttered with a wince and Izuku stiffened.

"Well that's reassuring," Izuku sarcastically laughed to cover up his discomfort. The kind red eyes of his boyfriend looked at him in a reassuring manner before reaching down to grab his hand.

"Thank you for coming again, I know she's not the most welcoming, but you being here makes this shit a little more palatable. I'm sorry if it puts you in any discomfort."

Izuku shook his head and squeezed the hand in his tightly. "It's fine. Anything for you."

"Here, follow me and I'll show you where the kitchen and everything else is. I have two little cousins, Mahoro and Katsuma, who will go ape shit to play with Akira."

. . .

Katsuki told him he'd be right back off after being dragged away by said little cousins. The tiny children were busting with energy at the sight of the dog and were far more than eager to play with Akira.

Izuku smiled and nodded at his boyfriend but when Katsuki walked away with the two kids, Izuku quickly stopped one of the caterers for a glass of red wine to cool down.

The large room somehow felt suffocating and tight. Blond people were everywhere—he was right. That recessive gene was somehow dominant in this family and it seemed like the assertive behavior was just as heredity.

As he walked around by himself Izuku grew hot beneath the collar under his stuffy sweater as he thought about the exchange.

He took a long swig of his drink because holy shit Katsuki's demeanor made a lot of sense now if this was his family. Everyone was loud, lively and they seemed to quietly carry the fact they had wealth versus bolstering it about like others Izuku had seen with others. Katsuki made sense. He had to be assertive in this family if he wanted to get any word in.

As the freckled guest wandered through the crowd, he idly gazed upon at the pictures on the wall. Then suddenly a small hand tapped him on the shoulder. Izuku turned around slightly afraid it was his boyfriend's mother again, but instead kind red eyes awaited him versus judgmental ones.

Standing behind him was a woman who radiated the definition of energy. Her striking light-colored hair contrasted against her dark skin like the morning and night skies while her smirk was the same as Katsuki's. She was dressed in a crisp white dress that was almost the same color as her platinum blonde hair and her golden jewelry and makeup were flawlessly classy.

"Hey there, I'm Miruko, Katsuki's cousin and you must be Izuku," the assertive platinum blonde woman greeted. "So glad you could come out for our holiday party! I heard you met our beloved Mitsuki."

At the familiar name 'Miruko' Izuku brightened up. Relief flooded into his body as he laughed.

"Yeah, I sure did. It's so nice to meet you, Miruko. I heard a lot about you on the train ride here," Izuku said through a smile as he shook her hand. "Katsuki is your biggest fan with you being such a quote, unquote, 'badass prosecutor.'"

"Ignore that, he hypes me up way too much," Miruko laughed and waved her hand dismissively. "But Katsuki and I are pretty tight. It's always been that way growing up. He stayed with me a lot when he was in college off and on."

"I would love to hear those stories," Izuku joked but Miruko continued on to greet him like an old friend.

Izuku listened on as she conversed with him casually, painting vivid pictures in his head of stories about growing up with Katsuki. Izuku couldn't help but smile when he heard them because they one hundred percent sounded exactly like the workaholic lieutenant he knew: assertive, commanding, puzzle obsessed.

Izuku chatted back and forth with Miruko as they wandered around the large room but the more Izuku looked around at all the photos, he only saw pictures of other people. Sure, there were a lot of Masaru and Mitsuki together, but he could barely find one of Katsuki.

Then when he did—it was sitting alone above the mantle off to the side.

The frame was old and clearly looked as if it hadn't been changed in years. It shocked Izuku how the photograph was covered in dust like it was deliberately forgotten in comparison to the other pictures that didn't have a speck of dust anywhere on them.

Sitting inside the cracked frame was a small picture of Katsuki around the age of five, smiling brightly on the beach. In his tiny hands was an action figure from a comic book series Izuku knew himself to be obsessed with too at a young age.

As Izuku examined the dust gathered around it quietly, Miruko glanced between the greenette and the small photo.

"Something on your mind?" She asked quietly.

Izuku opened his mouth before finding himself unable to voice exactly what he wanted to say. How does someone ask why is the only photograph of Katsuki in his own parents' home the one covered in a visible blanket of dust?

"There's...not that many photos of Katsuki," he settled on. "I was expecting a bit more for someone who is an only child when I saw how many frames were hanging on the wall."

"Ah. Well, the simple answer to that is Mitsuki never wanted to have kids. Or at least that's what my mother says," Miruko whispered to him and something vulnerable bled into her red eyes. "My mom told me Mitsuki always claimed she was going to be that aunt who was childless and traveled and thrived in her career. But when she got pregnant in college and told everyone she was going to have an abortion, my grandparents wouldn't let her."

She never wanted Katsuki.

Izuku frowned and peeled his eyes away from the photo of Katsuki on the garnet mantle.

"If she really didn't want to raise a kid, why not just give Katsuki up for adoption?" Izuku whispered, but Miruko just shook her head.

"Also wasn't exactly an option." Miruko winced. "Katsuki and I's grandparents were very wealthy to say the least. While we both make six figures, that inheritance is how Katsuki afforded that condo in Shizuoka City and how I have the really nice house that I own. Katsuki actually got a rather large chuck of their will to his name when he turned twenty one."

"I honestly never would have guessed; he stays very humble about it."

"Katsuki isn't the type to gloat about his bank account or buy ultra-lavish things. Our grandparents ironically served on the board of several adoption boards and charities for women's right to choose, but they believed those were options for people who were less fortunate than they were and didn't have any other choice but to abort or couldn't afford to keep the child."

"And old money has endless resources at its disposal." Izuku clicked his tongue when it started to make sense. The truth was bitter, and it made Izuku feel queasy.

"Bingo," Miruko laughed sarcastically and sipped slowly on her own glass of rosé wine. "Mitsuki was their daughter. She had the means to raise a child and they claimed they would help. So they pressured her into having Katsuki and getting married to Masaru. Y'know, make it right or whatever. Then they unfortunately passed away when Katsuki was around five leaving Mitsuki to just resent the choices she was pressured into it."

Green eyes flickered back to the forgotten photograph of Katsuki at around that same age.

"Does Katsuki know all of that?" Izuku asked because he sure as hell hoped Katsuki didn't. He thought more about the idea of someone growing up knowing their parents didn't want them and felt pained for his lover.

Miruko looked down at the small ripple in her wine as a wave of pensive silence enveloped them.

"I don't know," she admitted after a few short moments. "It's one of those taboo things families like ours don't talk about."

Izuku knitted his brows together at the answer. His heart started to ache the longer he stared at the dust riddled picture of young Katsuki. It translated how unwanted he seemed in the cold, large space. Izuku was about to pry for more information when suddenly a quick blur of red and blond rushed towards him and wrapped a strong arm around his waist from behind.

"Hey, sorry about that, I'm back," Katsuki rushed out, giving Izuku a delicate kiss to his temple. "The damn brats were holding me hostage and then I kept getting stopped by fucking everyone on the way over here."

"It's alright, I had really nice company," Izuku reassured and lifted his free hand to wrap around Katsuki's waist from the back as well. He couldn't help but pull the tall blond in close after what he just heard. Katsuki smirked at Miruko with his signature handsome look and gave a chuckle.

"Miruko is the best company there is," Katsuki grinned and the platinum blonde woman gave Katsuki a loving smile. She threw Izuku a quick knowing glance when suddenly another blond man of slender build came up behind Izuku.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite duo," the newcomer's deep raspy voice laughed as he took a spot standing between Miruko and Katsuki. Izuku turned around to see a man a couple inches short of Katsuki's height enter into their circle.

His casual outfit perfectly matched the relaxed and laid-back air he exuded. It stood out against all the upscale formal wear that the others were wearing. He was dressed in a simple short sleeved black shirt that was tucked into his dark colored dress pants with a golden bird necklace around his pale neck. This outfit heightened his sharp combination of gold and black winged eyeliner that accentuated his dark golden blond hair and eyes.

"You guys haven't started another brawl yet, have you?" The golden eyed man teased. "Because I would pay for a repeat of last year. That shit was amazing to see Miruko try to fight that snobby hedge fund manager who tried to come for Katsuki's manners."

"Izuku, this is Keigo. Or otherwise known as 'Hawks' in the family for his weird ass obsession with birds. He's the other cousin I was telling you about, the one in law enforcement like we are," Katsuki filled in while rolling his eyes playfully.

The young detective's eyes lit up at meeting another policeman as he extended his hand out to Keigo. "Oh! So great to meet another officer. I heard a lot of great things about you."

"So nice to meet you too!" Keigo grinned mischievously as he shook Izuku's hand. Izuku took a sip of his wine when Keigo turned around to Katsuki with a glint in his eye. "I was wondering when I would get the chance to meet the 'beefy green eyed twunk' Mitsuki said you've been fucking."

Katsuki and Izuku both simultaneously choked on their drinks.

"She called him a what?"

"W-Were those her exact words to describe me?"

"Fucking Kami!" Miruko exclaimed. She howled with rigorous laughter and tried to hide her contagious bright smile as she doubled over. "Where did she even learn the term twunk?"

"Oh, she's been on Urban Dictionary this past year. Better watch out." Keigo grinned at the couple. "She's been claiming that she's all caught up on the terms of the newer generations. It's been a real hoot over there in our parents' corner."

Izuku paled and Katsuki let out a groan.

"This is going to be a mess isn't it?" Izuku whispered to his boyfriend and Katsuki nodded.

"The biggest."

. . .

When dinner time came, Izuku resisted to roll his eyes while Katsuki didn't hold back.

The waves of discomfort were emitting full force from the tall blond as his mother clinked a spoon against her wine glass. It called the attention of everyone nearby to head over to the tables that were now fully set up.

Izuku listened to the silence that followed the announcement for dinner because it said everything. It showed how much of a masquerade the party was as all the people stood up straight like an arrow and put on well-rehearsed smiles that Izuku recognized all too well.

He noted how Mitsuki straightened out her red skirt with her palms and reapplied her cherry colored lipstick. Masaru didn't say a word as he picked up a couple of crumpled white napkins to place in the trash. Katsuki's father straightened out his navy-blue dress shirt and followed behind his wife without question.

Suddenly it was painfully clear why Katsuki never mentioned where he was from.

What seemed to be the immediate family sat down at the long table while everyone else took a seat at the two tables set up across the room. Everyone that joined them at the table Katsuki ushered him to, Izuku guessed to be Mitsuki's siblings.

The greenette briefly wondered where Masaru's side of the family was. But it made sense. Mitsuki was overpowering in every sense of the word. Maybe Masaru's family didn't indulge in these kinds of things—hell, maybe they were the people at the other tables.

Or most likely, maybe Mitsuki's family didn't deem them good enough to attend.

Like him.

Izuku watched as Miruko sat next to an older white haired woman who resembled her along with several other platinum blond individuals while Keigo took place next to what seemed to be the eldest brother who was presumably his father. And Katsuki took a seat next to him, across the table from his parents.

The two tiny children named Mahoro and Katsuma played around with Keigo and chased Akira up and down the room until Mitsuki's loud voice boomed for them to stop and come eat.

Then like clockwork, she put on her perfect smile and grinned at everyone as they began to eat their food. The family exchanged stories, laughter and on the surface Izuku could tell it seemed fine but there was something bubbling underneath.

It was present with the words that weren't said.

It was present in the way Miruko's eyes flickered to Katsuki if Mitsuki took a subtle dig at him. It was clear as day to Izuku when Keigo would awkwardly clear his throat when his own father asked him about his dating life. It was basically written on the walls when they questioned Izuku on where he lived in Shizuoka City trying to gauge his social class—but when he admitted to both living and working with Katsuki all of their eyes went wide.

There was judgment—scrutiny.

But Katsuki seemed to ignore it all.

"It's nice to see everyone and catch up during the New Year," Mitsuki hummed after a dip in conversation. Her eyes happily glanced at all the people at the table until they settled on Katsuki and her smile fell into quick sourness. "Even those of us who don't come back except every three hundred and sixty-four days."

Keigo snickered when Katsuki flexed his eyebrows sarcastically and lifted up his wine glass in a mocking fashion. "Cheers."

"So, how's it going at the precinct, son?" Masaru asked, ignoring the exchange like it was normal. "Are you finally a Captain? You hardly call us anymore."

"Not yet, I'm still a lieutenant's rank," Katsuki half answered, picking at his food slightly while he talked. "I need to start working on my secondary degree and then possibly discuss rankings with Yagi. There's a lot that goes into it."

"Well, what's the hold up?" Mitsuki interjected, looking at him expectantly. "In four months you're going to be two years shy of thirty and you need to start considering getting a more impressive position so you can finally settle down and start having a family. Can't live out of that bachelor pad you bought your whole life."

At the information of Katsuki possibly being a higher rank, Izuku turned around surprised with a smile on his face. "You want to be a Captain?"

"I do, it's my dream job I've been striving towards pretty much since college," Katsuki admitted and reached down to hold Izuku's hand under the table. "I really love the idea of running my own precinct like Yagi does. Maybe even take over U.A if Yagi decides one day to retire. I'm just a little stuck because I don't want to leave the team at U.A."

"You would be so good at that!" Izuku giggled. He turned to his boyfriend's parents, unable to stop the mild gush from spilling over. "Katsuki is a great Lieutenant down at U.A, I'm sure he'll get offered the Captain's position if Yagi ever decides to step down."

"Well, Keigo is already being considered for a Captain's position here in Tokyo and he's only one year older than you, Katsuki." Mitsuki chastised her son, ignoring Izuku completely.

Green eyes blinked rapidly at the not so subtle dismissal of his praise and Miruko took several large gulps of her wine.

"Er, there's no need to compare us, auntie," Keigo awkwardly laughed, putting his hands up. "It's a lot different between Shizuoka City and Tokyo in terms of available commander positions. So really there's no rush! Just enjoy your team, Katsuki. That's what's most important, you don't find a good squad every often."

"Which is why I tried to tell this brat years ago Tokyo was the better option to build a police career in, but he doesn't fucking listen," Mitsuki hissed, silver fork stabbing the meat on her plate a little too hard for Izuku's liking.

"Shizuoka City is just fine," Katsuki groaned while he rolled his eyes.

"I agree, plus Katsuki is the most decorated man of his rank in the city," Izuku tried to support. "He's known as the Symbol of Victory and everything. The press loves him and how well he solves crimes. He does a great job at keeping everyone safe."

Mitsuki huffed and gave Izuku a sharp, pointed edged look that basically translated to 'you shouldn't even be here' as she whirled his eyes back to her own son.

"If you had stayed in Tokyo you could've been working alongside your cousins to bring down the Yakuza and maybe would already have been a Captain."

"Well shit just didn't work out like that, now did it?" Katsuki grumbled with a snarl on his face.

There was a long awkward silence at the table as all the older adults stared at Katsuki in a tired manner.

"So, you're taking on the Yakuza?" Izuku turned to Keigo with a desperate look. He silently pleaded for a topic change and the other man's gold eyes lit up. "I think that's really cool, how is that coming along if you don't mind me asking?"

"I don't mind you asking at all!" Keigo said with delight while he nodded rapidly, fully taking the olive branch. "To be truthful, Tokyo is overrun by the fuckers. We finally got the name of the newest Yakuza heir after so long. That's given us some headway instead of chasing the guy's dead dad. But even then, that took us forever to figure out."

"Honestly, I'm still stuck on the guy's name," Miruko said with a laugh as Izuku took a bite of his steak. "What type of Yakuza boss is named something as dainty as Chisaki Kai?"

The sound Izuku made was nearly inhuman as his shock caused him to gasp the large chunk of steak, that he hadn't even chewed, straight down his esophagus. The aggressive choking noise called the attention of all the guests nearby when he began to pound on his rib cage to either dislodge the dry piece of meat or force it down.

"Shit, Izuku are you okay?" Katsuki rushed out as he grabbed for the glass of water the redder the freckled man's face became.

"I-I'm fine!" Izuku gasped out through his large coughing fit ensuing. He forcefully swallowed and blinked away the small gathering of tears in his eyes. "I-I'm so sorry about that! I think I swallowed part of my steak whole by accident."

Miruko's and Keigo's snickers and could be heard while Mitsuki's judgmental gaze could be felt burning into his core. But he couldn't even bother to care how he looked in the moment because Kai? Was a Yakuza boss?

Shit. I had sex with the fucking Yakuza heir—

"Drink some water," Katsuki insisted as he pushed the glass into Izuku's hand and rubbed his back for him. "Damn, your face is completely red, Izuku. How the hell did that happen?"

Izuku shook his head furiously, still trying to grasp the idea that Kai was not only in the notorious gang—but ran it. He was the heir to it. It made an alarming amount of sense in Izuku's head from Kai's limited availability due to his 'family business' and his knowledge of the Shigarakis. Then finally it all came together when Izuku realized why he never judged him for making the bomb.

The jumbled detective took a deep breath in as he swallowed once more and found himself able to breathe again. Everyone's eyes were on him and all the Bakugous' expressions were either confused, amused, or flat out disgusted. Well, only Mitsuki seemed disgusted.

Izuku turned to the worried Katsuki next to him and gave his boyfriend an apologetic smile. "Heh, nervous habit?"

"Swallowing meat whole is a nervous habit of yours?" Mitsuki asked, her face twisted in judgement.

Izuku nearly choked a second time at the unintentional sexual innuendo. It wasn't too far off from his actual coping mechanism. Katsuki cleared his throat and turned his face away from the table so he could contain the near burst of laughter that almost erupted from him.

"I mean to each their own!" Miruko swooped in with a large diplomatic smile. "I hardcore cuddle my rabbit whenever I'm stressed and Keigo here has full on conversations with his birds like they're real people."

Keigo lifted his hand up at Miruko and quietly mouthed 'why?' when his own father shot him a strange look at the information.

"Keigo, you talk to birds? I thought you told me I was just hearing things all those years," the large dirty blond man Izuku presumed to be Keigo's father questioned.

"We...We can talk about that later," Keigo whispered and glared at Miruko.

"So, Midoriya," Mitsuki started up, finally addressing him for the first time all night when his coughing fit finally settled down. "You said earlier you work at the same precinct as Katsuki. Are you a sergeant?"

"Oh, no. I'm only a detective. I don't have enough experience to be a sergeant just yet," Izuku answered naturally and all the different sets of eyes looked at him confused. Oh. They probably think I'm not motivated, he thought to himself, so he clarified his age in regard to his experience. "I turned twenty-three six months ago so I still have a couple years before I would even be considered for a higher position."

Masaru and Mitsuko both quickly turned their eyes to Katsuki who looked away in a millisecond and took a sip of his water.

Keigo snickered from beside Miruko. "Oh no, now he's a baby green eyed twunk—"

"—Shut up Keigo," Miruko hissed and she elbowed him swiftly in the side.

"Twenty three. Wow. You're just starting out," Masaru said in a tight tone and Izuku couldn't tell if it was a good or bad thing. "I couldn't help but notice you have a bit of a countryside accent. Where are you from originally?"

"I'm from Yaizu," Izuku answered with a smile fanning his face. "It's a small coastal town two hours south of Shizuoka City. It's not very well-known."

"Those are always the best kinds of towns," Masaru gave a small grin like he was inside of a fond memory. "I grew up in one like that before I met Mitsuki in college. It was beautiful. Great trees, farmland, and thick forest. Is Yaizu pretty too?"

"Ah, yes, it's gorgeous!" Izuku smiled as he thought back to his home. He always missed it a little extra time of year. "It has the best sunsets and there's a beach I lived by growing up that always had such a lively bunch of people who would visit it. There's a lot of special hometown events that go on during the summer which makes it feel like a little slice of heaven."

"Sounds homely. But I guess that fits the bill based on your appearance," Mitsuki muttered and Izuku could sense Katsuki frown from beside him when his smile slowly faded away at the comment. "I'm sure the big cities like Shizouka and Tokyo must be overwhelming for a small-town boy such as yourself like Masaru then. It's a lot to handle."

Izuku felt his anger simmer under his collar at the snarky remark. When all eyes turned to him, waiting for his answer, Izuku took a deep breath in.

"Not really. I can handle a lot." He smiled through cutting his steak again in sharp motions. "I actually really enjoy them and it's nice to see different scenery. Plus, I met Katsuki so I can never consider it a negative."

"Well, if Yaizu is so nice why aren't you there now then?" Mitsuki said, putting her silver utensils down. The clattering of the metallic surfaces echoed at the table making everyone fall into silence. "I presume you have a family there that's celebrating the New Year. Why come all the way to Tokyo to celebrate the New Year with us and not your own parents?"

The tightened feeling in Izuku's chest weighed him down and immediately Katsuki spoke up.

"Leave him the fuck alone already—"

"—It's okay," Izuku quickly spoke, placing his hand on Katsuki's thigh to calm him down. It felt as if this big condo was suddenly as small as the closet in Makinohara as he stared at Katsuki's family in front of him. They were so vastly different from his own.

He felt sad for them.

"My parents passed away three years ago," Izuku answered quietly. "I don't really have any other family, so I usually work the New Year. I've been on my own for a while now."

Mitsuki's eyes widened by just a fraction as everyone else at the table started murmuring softly. Different shades of red colored eyes directed unwanted expressions of pity towards him.

"Well I think it's time for dessert, don't you?" Keigo spoke up, clasping his hands together awkwardly. "I heard Izuku was lovely enough to bake us something."

Miruko raised her hand and nodded furiously. "Yes! Dessert. Dessert would be great."

. . .

Izuku watched the happy downtown Tokyo celebrations on the big screen television feeling empty. He listened to all the superficial conversations of the strangers around who didn't seem interested in getting to know him.

He heard them whisper about his and Katsuki's living situation and his dead parents. They all gave him the same sympathy he recognized at his parents' funeral. A lot of the Bakugous were too polite to dig as far as Mitsuki, but that didn't stop them from still assessing him up and down. Izuku didn't like the negative feelings bubbling in his chest.

Katsuki subjected himself to this every year?

No wonder the man was so apprehensive about coming here. Frankly, Izuku was flabbergasted as to why someone as thick headed at Katsuki would even entertain this mess.

But as he laughed and talked more with Keigo and Miruko he seemed to understand why. There were people who were delightful, like warm sunspots in a dark room. He watched Akira play around with all the children happily with a soft smile when they put a small toddler sized party hat on the Shiba Inu's head.

As it drew closer to midnight, Izuku peered around for his boyfriend that was seemingly missing in action. The greenette excused himself from the conversation with Miruko and Keigo to wander around trying to find where exactly the fuming blond could be but stopped in his tracks when he reached ear shot of two loud voices bickering around the corner.

"I cannot believe you're letting some random stranger stay with you. You barely know him!" Mitsuki's voice harshly whispered. "Did you see how weird he was at dinner? Why would you want to date someone that odd?"

"His place was one of the apartments burned down by the arson issues we're having in Shizuoka," Katsuki's voice retorted back. "I'm letting him stay with me until he gets back on his feet. It's not a big deal—"

"—It's not a big deal!?" She cut off. "Katsuki, he's an orphan. A dirt poor orphan who is happily living off his wealthy boyfriend this early in the relationship. That's clearly a red flag! This is so fucking stupid—you need to break up with him after this. But don't do it here—I don't want you to make more of a fool yourself in front of everyone than you've already done."

"You're overstepping. I'm not going to break up with him so mind your fucking business—"

"—You are my business in case you forgot. I've dedicated all my good years to you and yet you're always making decisions that push yourself further and further away from this family like I haven't given you everything!"

"How is living with Izuku pushing me further out of this family!?"

"Because it shows you don't deserve to be in it. You never have!" Mitsuki all but screamed and Izuku felt his breath hitch as he restrained himself from barging in the conversation. "You're always throwing a stone in my side or doing something rebellious to give me a middle finger after I sacrificed my life to raise you! Then you wonder why I told you never to come back here when you were nineteen."

Izuku let out a tiny yelp of surprise when a large hand clasped down on his shoulder unexpectedly. He threw his hands over his mouth to keep quiet as his wide green eyes glanced upward. There he found Masaru giving him a look of pity before walking further around the corner to his wife and son.

"Katsuki. Mitsuki. The countdown is starting in an hour. Stop arguing and come join the party please."

"Happy fucking New Year to the same shit, I guess," Katsuki hissed out before storming out of the conversation.

Too busy being flustered with his head down, the blond strutted straight past his boyfriend who was off to the side. Izuku watched sadly as the seemingly tired blond-haired man blended into the sea of others that he clearly didn't fit in with. Masaru followed suit with a glass in his hand and his other fist clenched tightly in his pocket passively.

"Let me guess, you were eavesdropping? Did your parents not teach you that was rude?" Mitsuki's voice spoke up beside him. "You really do have no manners."

"You don't have to be so harsh on him," Izuku whispered softly without looking at his boyfriend's mother. Soft emerald colored eyes stayed trained on Katsuki who was now clearly searching around for him after he reached Keigo and Miruko. "He always does good for himself and others."

"And who are you to come into my house and tell me what to do with my son that you're leeching off of?"

"I'm someone who loves him," Izuku hissed, whirling around when Katsuki's eyes finally landed on him. The blond man cursed out loud before quickly marching over to the other side of the room before something could happen—but it was too late.

Izuku had enough.

"You've been nothing but rude to him all night. Don't you think maybe he would come home more frequently if you didn't constantly undermine him every opportunity you got?" The greenette pointed out with anger. He boiled over more when he thought about this woman hitting Katsuki when he was younger. "No one wants to be around someone who treats them so poorly all the time."

This time it was Mitsuki's turn to turn as red as her dagger like eyes. The grip she had on the expensive wine glass in her hand tightened to the point Izuku could hear the shatter that never happened. She stayed tethered on the edge of her rage by an extremely thin string of patience while Izuku glared at her right back.

By the time Katsuki reached them, his mother's nostrils flared the longer she stared at Izuku.

"You need to leave," she spat, lip curling in disgust. "Take your filthy mutt and get out of my house."

At this Izuku huffed and shook his head. He waved his hand dismissively and pushed himself off the wall with force.

"I'll be happy to. But I'm not just taking the dog—I'm taking your son with me too," the young detective declared and Katsuki's eyes widened. Furious deep forest color eyes blazed with fierce protection as he whirled around, setting his sights on Katsuki.

"C'mon, Kacchan. We're leaving," Izuku hissed, marching forward to grab Katsuki's elbow and leading him away. "You deserve to have a nice New Years for once."

. . .

The couple walked out into the streets of Tokyo in silence with Katsuki snickering on and off and Izuku still pink in the face holding onto Akira's red leash tighter than he needed to.

"I cannot believe that's what she's like!" Izuku exclaimed absolutely floored. "No wonder you stayed busy with baseball cards all the time—dear Kami, that was a disaster."

Katsuki chuckled as he guided Izuku by his hand through the dense New Year's Eve crowd.

The look on the handsome man's face was refreshed, and as if the cold December air was the freshest thing he'd ever experienced. Izuku felt his heart clench at the happy expression. Katsuki had decided they could watch the fireworks from Hamarikyu Garden and he would text Miruko when they were on their way back to her place.

"You didn't have to stand up for me like that in there," Katsuki declared when they made their way aimlessly towards the coastline. His words said one thing, but the sly smirk on his face and the way he gripped Izuku's hand said another.

"Nonsense. She was being too hard on you and I've never been one to just stand back and watch someone I care about take a beating. Verbal or physical," Izuku announced proudly as they made their way into the park. He looked up at the other from beneath his eyelashes with a smile and pulled Katsuki in close.

"Plus, you said we protect each other...right?" Izuku said. Quickly he felt his heart pull at the soft look in Katsuki's eyes.

"Right." Katsuki laughed before scratching the back of his head. "But you see why I was hesitant to bring you here: my family is a mess. My mom still actively dislikes me after all these years, and I guess I have to accept that's not changing."

"Do you want her to like you?" Izuku asked carefully, eyeing the man he loved.

"Absolutely fucking not." Katsuki quickly shook his head but there was a brief clash of conflict across his tanned features as he puffed out his cheeks. "Or—fuck. I don't know. It's hard to say at this point. Like she so graciously pointed out I'm damn near twenty eight years old...what's the point anymore?

"I just...I don't know why it hurts so much to know the person who birthed you regrets it," Katsuki hissed and his hold on Izuku in the thick crowd tightened. "You know when I was eleven, she told me she hated me. Flat out proclaimed how much she hated me because she thought I lost a piece of her damn jewelry then proceeded to—"

It became silent.

This silence was filled with words Izuku already knew. It didn't have an ominous or eerie feeling inside of it. It was heavy with what was implied by the past actions of a memory that plagued his lover's mind. Izuku reached his hand up to caress Katsuki's warm cheek as he studied the light cloud of frozen air that escaped past Katsuki's lips mouth when he spoke.

"...It shouldn't be that much to ask your parents to like you," the blond finally spoke under his breath. He bent down again to pick Akira up to prevent people from stepping on her and cuddled her in closer than usual.

"I like you," Izuku reassured and Katsuki cracked a small smile and glanced down at the short man.

"I know you do, but that's different."

Izuku gave a soft hum as he reached for Katsuki's free hand. He looked down at the leather gloved item thoughtfully before speaking.

"...My parents would have loved you."

This seemed to make Katsuki freeze.

"Really?" He asked, unsure of himself. "I find that hard to believe. Did you not register what type of shit storm birthed me?"

"I can guarantee you they would've adored you, Kacchan," Izuku grinned, and gestured wide to the sky with hope. "Imagine how much I love you then multiply it by ten."

"Okay, now you're just over exaggerating, nerd."

"I'm not, really!" Izuku insisted and poked at the small happy blush that worked its way across Katsuki's cheeks. He held his hand up to pet Akira and smiled down at her as he pulled out sound-proof dog earmuffs for her tiny eardrums. The dense crowd around them made the cold winter melt away and wrapped them into a sheet of warmth that felt so much better than the coldness of the Bakugou household.

"I can already see it," Izuku whispered, lost in his own imagination. "You would've met them during the holidays, my mom would proclaim you needed more chub on your bones, and she would've fixed you whatever you wanted. My dad would be super impressed by the headway you've made in your career at such a young age. Then they probably would ask you to come back every weekend."

Katsuki assessed him carefully at the words but indulged with a sugar sweet gaze. "That sounds nice, Izuku...Your parents sound like they were great people. I wish I had family like that...maybe then I would've turned out better."

"You came out fine. You've literally worked so hard to be as great as you are, and you completely broke out of that chain! That's something to be proud of. Not everyone has the strength to remove themselves from those types of toxic situations like you did."

"I guess," Katsuki said with a shrug. "It just sucks how you can't choose family."

"Sure you can," Izuku said with a hopeful expression painted across "You know, Shouto said that to me earlier too. But I think who cares what your parents think when you literally have a whole awesome squad who knows you're amazing, Kacchan. Kirishima, Iida, Mina, Momo—Denki. Ochaco, Sero...Yagi. Even Shouto at this point. The list goes on. U.A is your family."

Izuku opened his mouth as one last sentence teetered on the tip of his tongue. He looked between the honest, dutiful man he knew and the small puppy he was holding that was wagging her tail thoughtfully. The orphan questioned briefly if he should even say what was on his mind and cross that line.

But the more he thought about it—it felt right. So, he let out all the beautiful feelings that always overpowered his heart and caused him to be drawn in closer to Katsuki's gravity.

He gripped his lover's hand tightly.

"I'm your family now."

Red eyes widened at the confession and Izuku felt his heart thump against his chest at how intensely Katsuki was staring at him.

The park vibrated with loud music as the entire crowd began counting down. The shocked expression on Katsuki's handsome face melted like the snow around them into something warm. It wasn't long before a bright, large grin spread across Katsuki's sharp features that Izuku had never witnessed. It was genuine and full of hope as the crowd around them counted down from ten.

"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six!"

"The fireworks are starting!" One woman exclaimed and the crowd burst with excitement when the loud upbeat music played louder.

"Five! Four! Three! Two—"

"Happy New Year, 'zuku," Katsuki smiled with a rosy blush across his face as he learned down slowly to his boyfriend's height. He landed one the most heartfelt kiss Izuku had ever known.

"One! Happy New Year!"

The crowd erupted in cheers and the bright fireworks filled the night sky. Passionate red, vibrant blue, and purple hues sparked to life against a navy-blue sky filled with stars. Izuku smiled directly into the kiss as Katsuki deepened it with all his soul. A gentle gloved hand caressed Izuku's freckled cheek as their lips worked against each other thoughtfully.

When they pulled back, both lovers were flushed a radiant hue of pink.

"Happy New Year, Kacchan," Izuku giggled, eyes heavy with admiration for the man in front of him.

Katsuki's eyes darted around the constellation of tiny freckles in front of him as if he was trying to memorize them all. His mouth hung open, ready to say words he had been sitting on for what felt like an eternity.

"Stay with me," Katsuki rasped with raw emotion dripping in the words. His eyes were full of both love and need. "You don't have to move out."

The lonely orphan let out a shaky, yet happy laugh as tears pricked at the corner of his eyes. Izuku nodded rapidly full of joy as Katsuki rested their foreheads against each other.

"I'll stay as long as you want me to," Izuku replied and Katsuki gave a deep chuckle.

"Don't tempt me, nerd. That might be forever."

. . .

When they arrived at Miruko's home Izuku could sense the tell-tale flirtatious nature of Katsuki kicking in the closer they got to where they were spending the night. It felt heightened with the newly official proclamation of them permanently living together. For the first time in so long, Izuku was excited for the future.

Once inside the lavish home, Katsuki began whispering vividly detailed things in Izuku's ear and gently kneading his strong fingers into his soft sides whenever Miruko had her back turned. The attorney pointed to the small house-like structure out in the backyard behind the pool with a knowing glint in her eye.

"You two have a good night! I put in extra sheet sheets and more pillows for comfort. Happy New Year," she giggled. She gave her cousin a wink that made Izuku blush furiously.

Her long silver like hair swayed as she walked up her marble staircase holding Akira, leaving the two men alone. Izuku didn't miss the excited smirk that crept into his boyfriend's face as he nodded to the backdoor.

Izuku walked outside carrying his small backpack, trailing behind Katsuki who brought a slightly larger duffle bag than he did. Izuku curiously tilted his head at this until they were fully inside the small living quarters.

It was simple and decorated in all white with matching curtains giving way to the night sky outside that still showed distant flashes of colorful fireworks in the background. The bed was queen sized covered in expensive luxury olive green dusted sheets and a romantic snow colored mosquito canopy hung above it.

Wide, doe like emerald eyes blinked hard, wondering what he just stepped into as he noted the gentle white fairy lights entangled in the canopy like a fairytale scene. Carefully laid on the nightstand was a full bottle of Izuku's favorite red wine and white rose petals were sprayed across the bed.

"Katsuki, you didn't," Izuku laughed and the blond just smiled with a shrug before ushering him over to the side of the bed.

"I totally did," Katsuki grinned slyly, eyes mixed with both love and lust. "We have to bring in the New Year correctly. I meant what I said when I wanted to make sure this night was something to remember."

"This is incredibly special," Izuku replied through his enormous smile. The gentle hands of his lover cradled his face as Katsuki leaned down to take him into a gentle kiss that grew into something heated steadily. Their lips locked and Izuku immediately felt the flickering flame in his abdomen grow with heat only Katsuki knew how to make him feel.

Like a gentle wave on the sea, Katsuki pushed him in a wordless exchange towards the soft bed until Izuku felt the edge hit the back of his knees. More careful than anything Izuku had ever known, the large blond sat him down on the edge of the bed before reaching under the bed to grab a silver bag with a white bow on it.

"I...I bought you something to wear tonight if you want to." Katsuki confessed. Izuku looked at the bag strangely confused. "I got it while we were out shopping earlier. I saw it and I couldn't help but think you would look fuckin' fantastic in it."

Red eyes were dilated fully and at this height, sitting on the bed, Izuku could clearly see the quickly growing hard-on inside of Katsuki's dress pants. Izuku grabbed the silver bag from the man in front of him slowly and pressed his thighs together when excitement coiled in his lower belly.

When he peeked inside, Izuku felt his face lit on fire.

The first thing Izuku saw was lace—a lot of it. White lace and Katsuki's favorite flavor of lube: strawberry. The second thing Izuku saw inside was a small white, cotton tailed attached to a very large orange vibrator and a silver cock ring.

Izuku's face flushed a deep pink because he had never, per se, used enhancements during sex. He curiously peaked up at Katsuki who was biting his lip like he was unsure how Izuku would take it.

With his bandaged hand, Izuku reached inside the bag to pull out the frilly lace item. He couldn't stop the heat that rose like a burning flame inside of him when he got an eyeful of the delicate item. It was a matching set of boy-short panties and a small lace bralette. The bottoms of the set had an orange ribbon stringing it together in back corset style which gave enough gaps for Katsuki to have full access to all of Izuku's sensitive areas without the need to take them off.

"Oh," Izuku said, eyebrows raised high as he assessed it carefully. "Wow. I knew you were kinky but wow."

Katsuki kneeled down to his knees and the younger man felt himself grow aroused with warmth at how downright hungry Katsuki's face appeared to be. Izuku could tell Katsuki was holding himself back because his pupils were completely dilated out to pitch black and there was a wolfish smirk graced upon his lips.

"Admittedly, the bachelor party and the garter incident gave me a pretty irreversible image of you in something white and lacey afterwards," Katsuki deeply chuckled, finger lightly tracing circles near Izuku's crotch. "It looked so perfect against your skin."

"Kami, you're hornier than me," Izuku laughed in a breathy manner, the heat between them swelled as Izuku assessed the lingerie and the toys inside. Green eyes looked around at the romantic atmosphere and saw how deep in Katsuki's ruby eyes how much the elder man wanted to make this something to remember.

"Okay, let's do it," Izuku giggled, blushing and looking away as he held the white lace in his hand. He studied the intricate texture underneath his finger pads. "This is so sweet I feel like I'm dreaming."

"Yeah?" Katsuki smirked wider and slowly pushed his hand against Izuku's crotch. The greenette's breath hitched instantly at the sensitive touch as Katsuki palmed his growing hard-on with more purpose. "You'll wear it for me, bunny?"

Oh.

The blushing freckled man bit his lip hard to suppress the near desperate whine that spilled from his lips at the unfair combination of the new nickname and Katsuki's large hand rubbing his cock through his tight pants.

Izuku nodded when he tried to speak but failed miserably. All that slipped past his pink lips was a short gasp that egged Katsuki on. Red eyes darkened as the elder man quickly moved his hands to rest on Izuku's knee and sensually opened the greenette's clothed, plush thighs.

"Let me put them on you," Katsuki asked in a gravely low, velvet voice that reached deeply inside of Izuku and stroked his core. Fever birthed into Izuku core when Katsuki teasingly bit his thighs and Izuku noted how perfect the blond looked between his legs.

"Do whatever you want to me," Izuku replied in a needy tone as he surrendered his control to Katsuki to take.

The searing feeling of anticipation crept up his spine like a cold shiver as Izuku let himself be gently pushed back on the cloud-like bed. His lover's rough hands worked with hasty need yet somehow it still managed to feel too slow for the painfully aroused green eyed man.

The warm air caressed his skin when he was completely nude. His legs were spread wide open by Katsuki's warm, large hands applying pressure to make them go as wide as possible. Izuku let out tiny moans when Katsuki's head dipped in between his bare thighs and nipped the inside of his legs. Katsuki pushed his legs upwards for better access and left a heated trail of love bites all the way up Izuku's soft legs.

The hungry blond hummed softly with each bite as he closed his eyes, inhaling the sweet scent of Izuku that was always present on the man's freckled skin. He kissed every scar and burn he could find as he slowly worked the lube onto three of his fingers out of sight.

Izuku's green eyes were eclipsed like a green moon as they raked up and down his boyfriend's clothed body. He studied the way he could see Katsuki's strong figure through the red dress shirt and how the thin shirt wrapped tightly around his large chest and arm muscles. Izuku wanted to see it. He wanted to see everything about Katsuki and gaze at the perfectly molded body of his lover.

The smaller man reached out to fix that problem, but like lightning, Katsuki's rough hand wrapped around his wrist and pinned him to the bed.

"First orgasm tonight is going to be without me," Katsuki asserted with a lust filled gaze. Izuku couldn't help but groan in objection but he'd be lying if he ever said that the aggressive side of the blond didn't make his dick jump. "I want to make you cream in those cute little panties—and you betterfucking soak them straight through for me." The blond nearly growled down at the greenette as he forcefully slid a slick finger inside Izuku's tight body.

"K-Katsuki—" the freckled man gasped in a breathless whisper. "I'll make sure they're nice and wet for you."

Izuku's whole body shuddered with addictive pleasure and he moaned loudly when Katsuki went straight for reaching deep inside of him to make him see intense white. The slick finger was joined with two more and they pumped directly against his sweet spot. Izuku's whole body shuddered and shook against Katsuki's tight hold on his wrist but the large man just leaned in, trapping the smaller man on the bed underneath him.

Izuku moaned out for the man above him when four more unrelenting thrusts of Katsuki's fingers landed against his pleasure button and subsequent shocks of sweet adrenaline swelled inside of Izuku's small frame.

"After your panties are nice and wet for me, I'm going to put that cock ring on you since you cum so easily, bunny. Then when you're drooling, I'm going to fuck you through another orgasm." Izuku's eyes rolled back when Katsuki's fingers retreated from his body with a slick 'pop.'

"I don't cum easily," Izuku retorted with a small, teasing smirk on his blushing face as he caught his breath. "You just make me cum easily. I can't help it with you."

"That's exactly what I like to hear." Red eyes shined with pride as Katsuki reached for the lingerie set and slowly began to slide the frilly lace panties on his boyfriend in a thoughtful motion.

The material was soft against Izuku's skin and made him blush furiously when Katsuki hooked the tiny bralette around his chest. It sat nearly empty but cupped to his muscular pecs just enough to fill it in and it made Izuku feel soft for the first time in a long time.

Green eyes glanced down at the contrast of his scars and burns against such precious material. He worried briefly how the gentle lace must look on his rough, damaged body, but the way Katsuki's eyes were drinking in the sight of him like he was the only oasis in a barren land made Izuku remember he didn't have to worry—he never had to worry when he was with Katsuki.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," Katsuki whispered from above him.

Izuku held his breath as his lover's fingers slid down his chest, then to his stomach and finally all the way down to caress his legs. The touch was feather light and attentive, but it left behind tiny fireworks of need all over Izuku's figure. Ruby colored eyes darted all around his freckled skin like he was worth more than the stars in the sky.

"Are you ready?" Katsuki asked carefully and Izuku nodded. "Remember your colors if it gets too much."

Red eyes switched from admiration to fully lust driven as Katsuki sunk fully into his animalistic mode. His hand reached beside them for the orange vibrator and as if Izuku weighed as light as a feather, slid them carefully into the white rose petals in the center of the bed.

Izuku felt his mouth water because he wanted so badly to just tear off the handsome man's clothes, but he stayed patient. The calloused hands of his boyfriend grabbed him by his waist and guided him backwards fully onto the bed, and Izuku felt as if he was almost made of glass with the way Katsuki propped his head up with the decorative green pillow.

With their eyes locked, Izuku winced slightly when gradually the head of a light intrusion could be felt against his loosened backside through the lingerie. Izuku whimpered as Katsuki's eyes stayed intensely focused on his face as he pushed the blunt head of the large orange vibrator into his boyfriend.

The blond man felt like he was obsessed with the way Izuku's hole clenched and fluttered around the vibrator. Red eyes swallowed the sight of Izuku's cute cock twitching inside of the white lace and at the sight of precum already dripping out of Izuku stirred deep, pleasurable excitement into the elder man.

"That's it. Take this cock just like you always do, bunny—fuck yes." Katsuki praised Izuku endlessly as he watched Izuku's hole stretch wider and wider around the orange vibrator.

He gave it one last push making Izuku moan loudly as it pushed directly against his pleasure spot.

Katsuki's grin spread wickedly when he saw the item was fully seated inside of Izuku, showing only the small cotton tail. Red eyes looked up and—fuck. It was a sight to remember. Izuku was sprinkled in the prettiest pink blush from the tip of his ears all the way down to his curled toes. His chest was heaving as he adjusted to the toy inside of him, cute mouth hanging open let out small gasps as he twitched. The tall blond wouldn't help but stare down wolfishly at the way his lover already seemed fucked out.

"You look like you're about to eat me," Izuku panted out, fully leaning into teasing the other man.

"Oh, I'm going to do more than just eat you tonight."

Izuku's lust stricken green eyes lifted to gaze up at the blond man hovering over him with deep want. Taking the cue, Katsuki's rough hand snuck its way under the bralette to pinch and teased one of Izuku's rose colored sensitive nipples with several gracious twists and pulls, drawing out a sinful litany of noises that Katsuki swore he wanted to just drown in.

"Remember, be as loud as you need to," Katsuki grinned. "I want some poor stranger to walk by and wonder what the fuck I'm doing to you in here."

Izuku was about to question what that even meant until his boyfriend gave the fluffy cotton tail of the orange vibrator three quick squeezes. Izuku moaned out loudly as unannounced rapture shot all over his body like tiny firecrackers.

The euphoria that spilled into his core was quick, hot, and more intense than Izuku was anticipating. He cried out loud as the large toy filled him up and abused his prostate directly head on.

"K-K-K—F-Fuck!" Izuku tried to call out for his lover but Katsuki barely gave him time to speak.

The blond was hungrily using both his hands to massage and knead into Izuku's chest as he rutted vigorously against the toy, giving it motion to jolt even harder against Izuku's sweet spot. The greenette cried out as his boyfriend flicked the tiny pink buds in his hands and pinched them without mercy.

Red eyes flickered down to Izuku's straining cock in the lace panties and how there was already a small wet spot from the precum dripping from Izuku's cock. The head of the thick member peaked out ever so lightly from the white lace, and the thick fluid pool lightly against Izuku's fair skin making Katsuki bite his lip.

The blond shifted his position quickly, and he dipped his head towards Izuku's weeping member. He kept his warm hands underneath the lace bralette to play the sensitive nubs of his partner while using his teeth to slowly pull down the underwear just enough to slide his wet, ready tongue up Izuku's thick cock until he stopped at the sensitive tip. Katsuki closed his eyes as his tongue darted out to steadily lick away the light amount of precum gathering at the head of Izuku's cock.

"Ah! Katsuki—" The greenette's whole body spasmed at the added sensation and Izuku felt his stomach muscles tighten when a deep tantalizing feeling flooded all over his appendages. The blond retreated one back to reach down and soon Izuku's voice climbed higher with the power of vibrator inside of him.

Right when the greenette felt like he was about to explode with rapture, Katsuki took Izuku's whole cock in his wet mouth in one swift swallow.

"K-Kacchan!" Izuku keened with a warning strained deep in his throat. Several reedy whines and pleas fell from his lips to land in Katsuki's ear as the man pinched his chest harder and squeezed the tail twice more, overstimulating him to the maximum amount.

Izuku's whole body vibrated with an intensity he's never felt before and he tried to sit up, but Katsuki's concentrated strength kept him held down on the bed. The blond applied more pressure to his sensitive chest, red eyes glancing upwards, watching Izuku twitch and thrash as the waves of pleasure took over his quivering body.

Izuku screwed his eyes shut as his hands dug desperately into the blond hair of his lover. He pulled tightly on Katsuki's hair while screaming out his name and it just made Katsuki suck on his cock harder. Izuku's chest convulsed when feverish pleasure built all too quickly in his stomach—coiling and simmering at an already dangerous high.

"T-That's too much—!" Izuku cried out when Katsuki hallowed his cheeks and gave a long hard suck as his response. "Kacchan, stop, I—I'm gonna cum early—ah!"

The tension inside of Izuku's belly snapped quickly and without warning as he gave a loud shout of Katsuki's name blended with a curse. His legs snapped shut with a forceful jolt as he was overcome with pleasure and for a moment, Izuku was sure he nearly injured his boyfriend, but the blond only groaned in deep satisfaction the longer Izuku's legs stayed hooked around his neck and shoulders.

Katsuki gripped his hands tightly around Izuku's creamy thighs and drew out more helpless cries from his lover. The hungry blond nuzzled his face further into Izuku's sex, inhaling the thick musk as his tongue wrapped around the length in his mouth.

Izuku cried out in a voice so high pitched it came out wordless as the man between his legs milked out all the seed inside of him and swallowed every drop down eagerly. Lightheaded, Izuku felt his vision fade slowly in and out from the highly simulated orgasm that kept going because Katsuki didn't turn back down the vibrator.

Oh no, of course not.

Instead, the blond turned it up two more clicks making Izuku's entire being quake as colorful small dots entered his vision that reminded him of fireworks. The hot, warm mouth swallowing his length pulled back and caused Izuku let out a trembling breath as he arched off the bed, chasing the feeling.

"Don't come easy my ass," Katsuki's deep voice rumbled as he came up for air.

He wiped his cum covered smirk clean with the back of his hand and a look that Izuku could only describe as starved. The dark, sated look in his ember colored eyes was ravenous as he pulled out the simple cock ring and teasingly slid it on Izuku's already hardening cock.

"Such a greedy little thing," Katsuki taunted as he pulled back to sit on his haunches.

Izuku watched, eyes fully dilated as his lover began to strip himself of his clothes. Green eyes tried to focus past the rise and fall of pleasure in his body as he was brought back to the brink by the intense vibration stimulating his sweet spot. When he finally steadied his vision, Izuku was met with Katsuki tossing his red dress shirt to the side leaving only the bare visual of his large, sculpted chest.

The flushed curly haired man moaned at both the sight and the second wave of pleasure that enveloped him when Katsuki rid himself of his pants and boxers. Izuku reached down and began pumping the toy in and out of his slick hole to try to quench the fire that sparked to life at Katsuki's nude figure.

He bit his lip and gave several hard thrusts of the toy against his prostate as he drank in display of Katsuki's near ten-inch cock, fully hard and ready. Izuku whined with need and spread his legs further as Katsuki slicked his length up with lube while studying the small show Izuku was putting on.

"T-This is unfair," Izuku whined half-heartedly as he pushed back against the large vibrator, he was pounding inside of himself. Green eyes looked up, half lidded from the weight of pleasure as Izuku reached his other hand under his bralette to pinch and tease his erect pink buds.

He maintained eye contact with his lover while he licked his lips. "I need you inside me, Kacchan—please."

Izuku couldn't pinpoint exactly whatever voice he said that plea in, his brain too full of pleasure to know. But however he must've sounded and looked, dressed up in all white lace, it snapped Katsuki's patience in half as easy as a twig.

His hand was slapped to the side and the large vibrator was slid out of him, leaving him wet and open. Before he could miss the fullness, within the second something familiar and bigger replaced it and it began to push in swiftly. Katsuki's warm hands rested on his hips, pinning him down as the blond used his fingertips playing lightly with the lace.

Izuku let out a scream as Katsuki went straight for it, pounding against that spot inside of him that he knew so well.

"Fuck you're always so tight for me," Katsuki groaned over the sound of their slapping skin as Izuku hooked his thighs around his slim waist, locking him in tightly. "You love this little hole of your filled up, don't you, bunny?"

"I-I do!" Izuku moaned out in between thrusts. "Fill me up, I need more—fill me up, please."

Izuku raised his shaky arms and reached out to grab Katsuki's shoulders, nails gripping deep into the muscular tanned flesh. The action promised to leave behind tiny crescent moons birthed of their euphoria as Katsuki bent his head to kiss Izuku passionately.

"Are you feeling good? Nice and full?" Katsuki rasped out with a smirk. His hot breath brushed against Izuku's wet lips as he began to roll his hips slowly, pulling out deep throaty groans from the greenette as he hit the right spot with a concentrated blow each time.

"So, good—so full, Kacchan," Izuku sighed happily. "So big! I-I think I'm cumming again—shit—"

Green eyes rolled back into his head as he gave a loud moan when the heat inside his stomach combusted a second time. But instead of the overpowering wave drowning his senses, this orgasm hit inside his body and stayed tightly contained by the metal toy around his aching cock.

"Kacchan—" Izuku whined as he felt himself twitch venously as he curled his toes. "I-I need to cum again, please—"

"—I told you that your pretty ass cums easily," Katsuki chuckled as he switched to a new brutal speed.

Izuku cursed repeatedly as his body rocked with the sheer power of the pace Katsuki set. Each new thrust translated all the want and need between them as they exchanged soft, tiny kisses. Katsuki leaned down to capture his lips and reached between their bodies to palm Izuku's aching member through the lacy fabric. He squeezed the head and Izuku damn near saw white.

The trembling greenette let out a high-pitched cry of surprise when he felt something slick slip past the tip of his cock and it caused his whole body to feel like he had an orgasm. But then it happened again—and again—and again with each vigorous thrust Katsuki gave. The larger man fucked into him without mercy, bouncing Izuku against the mattress until creeks of the wooden frame could be heard and Izuku had no control over his shaking body that was spasming.

"K-Katsuki, I'm leaking!" Izuku heaved breathlessly. "K-Kacchan—fuck I feel like I keep c-cumming—"

"Good. Cum for me—over and fucking over," Katsuki whispered harshly and rolled his hips headily, slamming straight against Izuku's prostate. He pulled out all the sounds that were boiling incomparable heat over into his core as his large hand wrapped all the way around Izuku's member through the lace and squeezed.

"Katsuki!" Izuku cried out as the most powerful tidal wave crashed against his soul. He screamed out in a hoarse voice as his eyes screwed shut from it all being too much. Hot tears spilling over from his eyes as he was overcome by an electrifying force that shocked his body to tremors.

The blond gave several loud groans as Izuku's tight body clamped down on him, causing the wet hole he was deep inside to milk him as Katsuki's came deep inside of Izuku. The blond let out a deep curse as Izuku clung desperately to him, still riding out the tiny ripples of pleasure.

Izuku whined loudly when several aftershocks filled his body making his shake in his lover's arms. He clung desperately to the man above him, rambling his name as his toe curls.

"Shit, that was intense," Katsuki whispered as he clung desperately back to the smaller man still muttering and spraying light spurts of cum inside of the now soaked lace.

"K-Kacchan—I-I-aaah," Izuku's voice cracked high, trying to force out words but the tidal waves of pleasure kept weighing down on his mind into a haze state. He nearly swore the edges of his vision blurred as he felt small shocks of euphoria tingling in his body.

"Shh, ride it out, baby," Katsuki's deep voice cooed as he stroked his hand through Izuku's silky curls.

The flushed freckled man closed his eyes and listened to the calming, soothing voice of his lover as he rode out what felt like the last couple pseudo orgasms. His heart slammed repeatedly against his ribcage over and over because he had never felt anything like this before.

Several long moments passed before his heart rate slowed down. Then when it finally came to a rest, Katsuki carefully pulled back and removed the metal item from off of his cum covered cock.

"T-That was amazing," Izuku whispered when Katsuki grinned down at him. Red eyes were still blown wide as Katsuki wiped his face of the steam of tears on his freckled cheeks.

"That's just round one," Katsuki chuckled as he pulled out fully, looking hungrily down at the mix of fluids and his cum that creamed out of Izuku's body and onto the lace fabric. The blond laid down next to the greenette and slowly traced circles onto Izuku's abdomen.

"So," Izuku began with a sly smirk, green eyes shifting to the man next to him. "Lingerie kink?"

"Naw. I just have a you kink." Katsuki shrugged with a grin on his face and pulled Izuku in close. "I should buy you one of every New Year from now on. You're so damn cute in this."

"Heh, every New Year?" Izuku parroted with a smile. He was surprised at how far ahead Katsuki was thinking and at first Izuku thought Katsuki had misspoke. But when passionate eyes just gazed back at him without a hint of hesitation inside of him.

"Yeah, every New Year." Katsuki said the words clearly and with a promising smirk.

Izuku's heart swelled as his lover leaned forward to capture his soft lips with his own. They laid in bed side by side, basking in sweet caresses and body warmth and the tired freckled man wished he could press pause on the moment.

He felt himself try to fight off sleep, as he blinked once, and then blinked again, trying to stay afloat but struggled.

"It's okay," Katsuki whispered as he tucked a green curl behind his ear. "Go to sleep. I'll take care of you."

Green eyes that were heavy with sleep looked up at the blond who was studying him directly back. Izuku heard the popping of more distant fireworks in the distance and decided to let go. He placed his head against Katsuki's broad chest, soaking in the warmth and slowly drifted off to sleep while listening to his lover steadily breathing in and out.

Silence encased them as Katsuki laid a small kiss to his forehead and Izuku decided it was a good type of silence.

"Happy New Year, Izuku," Katsuki's voice whispered as Izuku was calmly taken by the darkness.

"Happy New Year to you too, Kacchan."

. . .

Six weeks later, both lovers laid on the couch comfortably smitten with each other. Izuku leaned against Katsuki's sturdy chest as he snuggled into his fixed position in between the larger man's legs. The blond lazily draped his arm around Izuku's waist while Akira laid in her plush new bed at the foot of the couch.

Both lovers lazily watched the news together, about the Hero Killer case.

Izuku expressed his concerns but quickly Katsuki proclaimed that Monoma's claims would go nowhere. He expressed to Izuku that it had been a common issue between them for four years and there was no evidence against him.

"He's just throwing a hissy fit, don't worry," Katsuki reassured as he turned the television to another station. "It's been six weeks—he literally has nothing. Plus, I'm sure if he does dig up something, it'll pertain to anything but me."

The freckled detective pursed his lips, but ultimately trusted the elder detective and brushed it off as well. Instead, Izuku focused on all the new photographs on the wall.

It had officially been six, calm weeks since the New Year, bringing them into the middle of subtly warmer month of February. January was peaceful with no new leads on Dabi or Nine. All police suspected the new gang leaders took a step back to establish their new empire and lay low after such a large showcase of their power.

But Izuku didn't pay that much attention at the moment. He was too busy admiring how on the walls there were pictures Izuku actively decided to take himself.

He told Katsuki he would fill up the walls with photos that would make it feel like a real home. Some were candid of Katsuki, and some were of them together, smiling hand in hand with Akira.

There were several others of various people at U.A because Izuku insisted that they all do something nice once a week together and it resulted in everyone growing closer within the last six weeks. Photos of Shouto and Izuku smiling together could be found alongside one of Katsuki at his desk on the phone winking at Izuku and playfully unbuttoning his white Lieutenant's shirt.

Each picture had a hand painted frame that Izuku decided to personally decorate. Sometimes he painted them with Katsuki in his art studio, sometimes without. He used the same vibrant colors of the fireworks the new year birthed during their time in Tokyo together as inspiration.

The blond would smile as they painted the various frames together, engraving the dates into the back. They would laugh playfully while splashing paint droplets around that ended with various full on paint wars in the studio. More often than not, it ended with Katsuki's blue painted hands mixing with the red covering Izuku's sensitive chest as they vigorously made purple on the floor of the studio.

All the memories hung on the wall and Izuku felt like he finally had a home after so long.

"This is nice," Katsuki spoke softly between them. He slid down into the plush cushions and pulled up the green fluffy blanket surrounding them.

Izuku snuggled into Katsuki's arms that offered security and intertwined their fingers together. Green eyes idly studied their puzzle piece charms dangling off their twin bracelets but the longer he stared at them, he noticed something he never noticed before.

"Kacchan, look," Izuku exclaimed. He lifted his other hand to gently connect the silver charms together and grinned largely when they snapped into place perfectly. "This is so cute; how did we not notice that before?"

The blond laughed and pulled Izuku in close before smiling down at their bracelets.

"Well, I'll be damned," Katsuki said with a hint of amusement. "I guess you really are my missing puzzle piece."

The silence between them in that moment was soft. It was gentle, comforting and it was a silence Izuku could stay forever inside of with Katsuki. It was a silence that made his restless soul relax and stop stirring for timeless moments to appreciate what he had.

It was a stretch of quiet Izuku wished could last forever. Tender green eyes turned to gaze inside the ember eyes Izuku adored. He felt himself almost lost while looking at the endless sparks and flames inside of them before he leaned in to give a soft kiss against Katsuki's awaiting lips.

"Love you."

Katsuki smiled into the kiss.

"I love you too, 'zuku."

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