Kacchan goes back and forth between calling Izuku and Deku in this chapter because he's a dork.

Also, while the beginning of this chapter/story might have a rocky start, by the end, I think it's more than satisfactory. Enjoy, my lovelies.

After Izuku's dreams start getting wildly out of hand, she comes to a single, solitary conclusion.

Actually. She doesn't.

Because single solitary conclusions are overrated.

There comes a time in Izuku's life where dreaming becomes as natural as breathing, and breathing becomes as natural as living.

So, when one night, she wakes up from a dream so bad, that even the worst writers would be raising a brow at how bad it is, she asks herself.

WHERE DID I GO WRONG?

WHERE DID I GO WRONG?

Okay. So, growing up, at some point, she developed a weakness for fairy tales. Katsuki always made fun of her for that, but. Can you really blame her? She's a girl! Okay, lame excuse, but still. It's not her fault. She's always had an active imagination, and when Katsuki started bullying her all those years ago, maybe she turned to reading fairy tales as a coping mechanism, at some point. She doesn't know. It was long ago, okay? She doesn't. Know. Some memories get discarded. forgotten. Or even retooled.

So growing up, she's always liked fairy tales. Even as a little girl, she's always found them to be a guilty pleasure. There was just something always appealing about the worlds that the characters in fairy tales would find themselves in. Truthfully, she still finds those worlds appealing, in their own way. It's embarrassing to admit it, but even to this day, when she has some free time, she likes to sit down and read some classic fairy tales. Sometimes, even imagine herself as a character in one of her favorite fairy tales.

Even though those exact same fairy tales are, when you boil down to it, meant for toddlers.

Okay. So growing up, she's always liked fairy tales. Even as a little girl, she's always found them to be a guilty pleasure. There was just something always appealing about the worlds that the characters in fairy tales would find themselves in. Truthfully, she still finds those worlds appealing, in their own way. It's embarrassing to admit it, but even to this day, when she has some free time, she likes sit down and read some classic fairy tales. Sometimes, even imagine herself as a character in one of her favorite fairy tales.

Even though those exact same fairy tales are, when you boil down to it, meant for toddlers.

She's thirty. It's really not something people her age do.

And while Izuku's mature enough to realize the fact that every person her age she knows possesses some kind of strange hobby, she's also mature enough to admit that her hobby regarding fairy tales, is… well… okay. Maybe one could define it as pure, but, as Izuku gets older, the less it really seems.

Why? Because fairy tales ARE pure. And Izuku, at this point in her life, really isn't.

It's bad enough that she had a crush on almost every classmate/single boy in her class back when she was a teenager at U.A, but even worse is the fact that when she's not thinking about fairy tales, she's thinking about… really disgusting stuff. Like, she gets it. Hormones are a thing. Maybe they're not meant to be so pronounced at her age, but. She still has them! It's not her fault, really.

That being said, guys are the ones meant to be pervs, not girls! They're the ones meant to be fantasizing about harems, not her!

So, combine all this information, and you get a dream straight out of a really bad fanfiction. Like, really bad. So bad, that even the cringiest of cringe comps are raising a brow at how bad the dream is.

Dreams don't inherently mean anything, right? Right. They never have. Sure, you have your psychiatrists and religious folk who each have their own different take on the meaning behind dreams, but…

Where on EARTH is the meaning behind having a dream that centers around… well…

"Kacchaaan," Izuku weeps. It's four in the morning, she knows she's selfish for waking her husband up at this hour, but…

Katsuki's eyes dart open as he lies next to her in bed.

"Huh? What is it?" He asks.

"I had a really weird dream just now." She says as she as turns on the lamp on the drawer located right next to their bed.

"You always have weird dreams, Izuku."

"This one was really weird, though!"

Katsuki sits upwards. "Alright. I'm listening."

"So, like… okay. You remember how like, Todoroki-kun, Kirishima, and Uraraka-san all had a crush on me back while we were at U.A?

"Yes. And that piece of knowledge still gets under my skin to this day."

"Well, I… I basically dreamt that all of them were trying to woo me again. Only this time, we were all in this weird fairy tale world that really made no sense."

Katsuki rolls his eyes. "Does anything you dream ever make sense, Izuku?"

Izuku pouts. "I'm serious! Like, for whatever reason, in the dream, I was… I was… well… well…"

She pauses.

"Um… okay, so… this is how it went down… Um…"

She pauses again.

"Er. Now that I think about it. I'm not sure if I can even remember the details of the dream. Wait. Give me a second."

There's a long silence that lasts between them as Izuku tries to recall the contents of her dream.

It lasts at least a minute.

"I mean. It was just so weird. I remember that I was wielding a sword, and that Todoroki-kun was a prince. I also remember that Uraraka-san was wielding a sword, too. She looked really cute in the dream. And, uh… I mean. I don't really remember what Kirishima was supposed to be in the dream, but… he was there. And they were all basically my love interests, and we were all basically out on a quest to save Todoroki-kun from some kind of curse? Yeah. That's what it was. There was a lot of swordfighting, action, and drama, and, uh… well… somehow even religion got thrown into the mix. Christianity and Judaism, to be specific. I think there was another religion somewhere there, too. There was Plato, too, I think."

She sighs. "Sorry. That's all I can remember, really. Or at least, that's the only way I can word the dream so that it makes sense."

Izuku's head lowers. "Sorry."

Katsuki smirks.

"You know what I was dreaming about?" Katsuki starts.

Izuku blinks. "Hm?"

"Doing this."

—

He folds her between thumb and forefinger.

He breathes on her.

He'll never get enough of the way her body freezes up whenever he touches her.

Never get enough of holding her against him like this.

He parts her hair, speaks into her ear.

"Deku."

Izuku gulps. "K-Kacchan…"

She looks away. She always does.

Her face turns red.

So beautiful.

"The kids will hear us." She tries. "Maybe we should—"

"Too late," Katsuki whispers as he grips her chin and pulls her mouth to his. "Too late, Izuku."

Izuku mumbles, but doesn't protest. It's not in her nature, but she dance as Katsuki starts to slip off her nightgown to reveal—

"W-Wait!" Izuku says abruptly as she covers her now bare chest. Katsuki's eyes narrow.

"Dammit, Deku, what now?"

"I remember more of the dream now!" Clarity ushers through Izuku's eyes. "You were in it, too!"

Katsuki blinks. "Oh?"

Izuku nods, smiling.

"Yeah. You were in it, too." She says happily.

She then blushes.

Crap.

"Um. Sorry. I killed the mood just now, didn't I."

"Sorry." Izuku says again as she presses her index fingers against each other. "Like, for real."

Katsuki sighs.

"I know how you work by now, Izuku, so don't worry about it."

Izuku pouts, but doesn't say anything back, at first.

There's a part of her that wishes that instead of overthinking things all the time, she could just… well… enjoy the moment more.

The other part desperately craves a world unlike this one. Not because this one is bad, it's just… well…

She wants to slap her cheeks.

What is she even saying?

This world. The real world, in which she lives in, is perfect.

She has a husband who's been with her through thick and thin. She has friends who have been with her through thick and thin. She has two kids she can't get enough of, and a job doing something she loves.

What more could a woman ask for?

She's so selfish, now that she thinks about it.

She's such a terrible wife.

"You're ruminating again, aren't you, Izuku."

Izuku sighs.

"You really shouldn't have married me, Kacchan," Izuku starts. "I'm—"

"Beautiful?" Katsuki finishes.

Izuku flushes.

"I was gonna say terrible." Izuku replies hotly.

"You're terribly beautiful, if you don't mind me saying."

An explosion of emotions have Izuku sputtering.

"You're only saying that because it's late and you're probably hungry." Izuku says. "You didn't eat dinner last night, so…" Izuku shakes her head again. What is Izuku even saying? Is she an idiot? Of course he's hungry! He didn't eat anything last night! That's why he's acting like this! That explains why—

"I'll go and make you something," Izuku says as she tries to get off the bed.

"Nah." Katsuki says, but before Izuku can retort that he is, he's hungry and that's why he's acting and saying things he normally doesn't, he pulls her against him, voice poison in her ear;

"I'm hungry, alright, but I don't think food's gonna satisfy my urges in this case."

Defiantly, he cups her face with both his hands and smashes his lips against hers.

Izuku shudders. She wants to pull away, wants to resist the way he's making her feel, but…

She's not sure she can.

She feels hot beyond all measure, and the feeling only increases the more Katsuki plays with her tongue.

Okay.

Screw it.

Her body is set on fire.

She grips the front of his shirt tightly and kisses him back furiously.

Katsuki growls.

"So that's how you wanna play, huh?" Katsuki hisses as he pulls away from the kiss to look at Izuku.

Her eyes are shut, on the verge of tears.

Her lips are pursed, and plump.

Fucking ready to be devoured.

This time, Katsuki is merciless. He pushes her down against the sheets of their bed, cups a breast with his left hand, and ravages her mouth like nothing else in this world ever could. Like nothing else in her shitty little dreams ever can.

She belongs to him. She is his.

In this world, and the next.

Katsuki grips her breast tightly.

She is his.

She is his.

She is his.

"I want you to never mention that Half N' Half bastard again," Katsuki snarls angrily. He can't help it. He still hates that fucker, even though he's dead. And he always will, for as long as he lives.

Katsuki pulls away from the kiss to look at her, but never lets go of her breast. It's his. "Do I make myself clear?"

Izuku nods slowly. Her lips are parted and eyes are still closed.

She's perfect.

So beautiful.

So pure.

He grips her breast even tighter.

But a liar, nonetheless.

"I want you to say it." Katsuki hisses. "Say it, Izuku. Say it."

Izuku breathes.

"Say it, Izuku."

Just say it already.

"I'm yours… I'm yours." She says.

She wraps her arms around him.

"I'm yours, Kacchan." She whispers.

Her voice is delicious. "I've always been."

Katsuki snarls, cups her face, and kisses her again. Kisses her tender, beautiful lips that were made for him, that are his everything. That he's dreamed about claiming —-fully for himself—- .since the first day they met, all those years ago.

Because she's his.

And she reciprocates. She reciprocates, because he knows she feels the same way.

Because she's his.