"So, your mom was nice," Fuyumi hummed as they made their way back towards Izuku's apartment. Most of her important stuff was already there: a few important books, a lot of clothes, and basically everything she needed for her phone and laptop. It was in boxes, and knowing just how lazy she could be with stuff like that, it would remain as boxes until she needed it.
Ideally, that meant that she'd slowly get her things into a closet as she wore them.
"Yeah, uhh, sorry about that All Might thing," Izuku muttered, his head tilted to the side like he was trying to process what had really happened earlier.
Fuyumi just laughed and nudged her husband with her shoulder. "Oh, don't worry, I think that was more of a shock for you than it was for me. But, seeing All Might shirtless wasn't exactly what I expected either."
"I can't believe they kept it a secret for two years! My mom is terrible with secrets!" Izuku flailed his arms and then opened the elevator door for her. "I mean, when I was a kid I couldn't have anything happen without her telling everyone."
He paused and looked her dead in the eye. "And I meant everyone."
"Ohh, well, you see that's where you're mistaken. Inko isn't terrible with secrets." She placed her finger into Izuku's chest and smiled at him, then she nudged herself closer and touched his nose to hers, the cool air making that slight contact incredibly warm and loving. "She's terrible with your secrets."
Izuku let out a fake gasp as they waited for the elevator to reach the fourth and final floor of the complex. "That explains so much, how'd you know?"
"It's a woman thing." she winked at him and then blew him a kiss. "You can't trust us, you know."
"Ohh? Are you sure about that?" He laughed and grabbed her, pulling her into a light and tender hug from behind. He peppered her with kisses on the top of her head, and the fact that he was doing that despite the fact that her hair had been a greasy mess all day spoke volumes. He kissed the side of her face, just to the right of her eye and then her cheek.
She turned in his arms, facing him, one hand going to his face as she stared at him, the kiss to come hanging in the air waiting for them to pluck it like a ripe fruit. "Very sure. What are you going to do about it?"
His smile twitched, his face grew closer. "I'll just have to keep your mouth busy, won't I?"
"Oh, well then." Whatever she was going to say, which very well could have been nothing, was crushed by the kiss.
Each and every time they kissed, the same tingling sensation flooded over her. There was a simple magic to it. The closest thing Fuyumi could compare it to was that rush she got waking up for Christmas when she was five, or maybe that time that she got accepted to Tokyo-U. It was the payoff without any of the buildup. And that made those kisses dangerous.
The elevator door opened and a squeal could be heard.
"Omg! Deku! Is this your girlfriend?" A pink-haired and pinker-skinned girl that was probably about Shoto's age flailed her arms in delight. "Omg! That's so cute! Hold on! Stay just like that and I'll post it on my twitter! I get so many more likes when I post pictures of you! I can't believe you actually have a girlfriend now! That's going to make a lot of people super mad though."
Why did it feel like her entire body was just blushing?
Probably because it was.
"Mina," Izuku let out a long groan. "I know we're neighbors, but please, can I have some privacy?"
"Aww, not even one picture?" Mina, the girl she guessed, let her shoulders drop, her black and gold eyes quivering. "But, you're so cute together."
"Umm, how about this," Fuyumi let her hands fall off of Izuku's shoulders as they stepped out of the elevator. Mina took their place in a hurry. "When we're ready, you can take our wedding photos."
"Oh shit!" Mina cheered as the elevator doors began to close. "I'm going to need a real camera!"
"Uhh, so that's our neighbor?" Fuyumi laughed and listened to the elevator descending downward. That was probably not the best place to start kissing. "She seems cute."
"Yeah, that's Mina, she's a handful every time I bump into her," Izuku scratched the back of his hand and then shrugged. "Still, she wants to be a hero, and she has a good quirk and personality so I don't have a problem with her."
"I see," Fuyumi tugged on his arm and pulled him towards his apartment.
Despite the brief interruption, all Fuyumi could think about was kissing Izuku more, and his apartment was right there. And he clearly thought the same.
There was a rush.
A scramble.
An almost desperateness in the way they moved towards that private sanctuary. All the time that they had spent hands off during the day was not without cost, and that eagerness that had been building up was now calling for its dues.
The door was shut, her back against the wall, and Izuku's fingers entwined with her own as he kissed her deeply. So deeply. Her hands found their way around his neck, pulling her up to kiss him better. Her complete lack of kissing skills was overpowered by the simple desire to kiss Izuku more, more, more.
It felt wonderful, intoxicating, and so addictive.
Their first kiss had told her all she needed to know to marry him on the spot.
These kisses. Whatever number they were. Told her that she had made the right choice a thousand fold.
It also told her that they were wearing far too much clothing.
Far.
Far.
Far too much clothing.
She found her hands moving down Izuku's shirt, pushing his jacket off and letting it hit the floor, her own jacket following soon after.
With a tug, his shirt became untucked, his belt fumbling to the side as she wiggled her hands up and under his shirt to those fascinating abs that had been lingering in the back of her mind all day. The thought of "Oh, yeah, my husband has abs." had surfaced a few times, and each time she had blushed and scooted herself closer to Izuku.
Now, she could enjoy him all she wanted.
Their kiss moved, touching briefly on the couch, and again in the hallway, but when they reached his room, both of them disheveled with a trail of shoes, scarfs, jackets, and socks leading to the door, they stopped.
Sobriety hit both of them.
Fuyumi opened her mouth and looked towards Izuku, who looked back at her.
She was completely dirty. If this was going to be her first time, then she wanted to be clean.
"I umm. Let me take a shower. Is that okay?"
"Yeah." Izuku mumbled and looked at his room. "I'll umm, I'll tiddy up here."
"Umm… did you mean tidy?"
"Yes?" Izuku asked, his face twisting for a moment. "Why, what did I say?"
Fuyumi let out a small laugh and placed her hand on her chest. Well, at least she knew what was on his mind now.
XXXX
When was the last time he switched sheets?
He knew that it was supposed to happen once every two weeks. But. That was just a lot of work. So. Maybe. Two months?
Maybe three?
Izuku tore the sheets from his bed and quickly stuffed them into his hamper and was already dreading the coming laundry run he was going to need to do later. He might even have to do two loads with bedsheets in them if what he thought was going to happen was going to happen.
His first night in bed with Fuyumi. It needed to be good. His room needed to be clean. When he had agreed to meet up with her, he had showered first, but hadn't spared a second thought about his apartment nor even his room. He dug through his closest, finding the lighter sheets he used to keep cool during the summer.
With how things were going, these would be fine to use for a bit, right? Then right back to the winter sheets? Fuyumi didn't seem to mind the cold that much, and they'd be cuddling, and other things, and he could always just get more blankets for them. Like the one he used on the couch. That one was pretty warm.
He heard Fuyumi in the shower and then slapped his cheeks. Right. Focus.
Pillows unsleeved then resleeved, bed covering applied, sheets tucked, bed made. The sheer speed and utter perfection with which he made his bed was something to be proud of. Shame that it was only going to stay that pretty for less than an hour.
If he was lucky.
He scrambled through the room, picking up every bit of trash he could find, most of which were the few water bottles he kept next to his bed.
He should replace those.
They might need it.
Maybe he should vacuum.
Wait. Fuyumi would hear that.
What should he do? What should he do?
Push ups!
"Izuku?" Fuyumi shouted from the bathroom. The shower had stopped.
He jumped and activated Float in surprise.
Villains? No problem.
His wife naked in the shower? Big problems!
Big big problems.
Izuku bit his lip and walked over to the bathroom door. "Umm, yeah? What do you need?"
The door opened.
A towel was wrapped around her waist, and Fuyumi's wet hair fell onto her bare shoulders. "Could, you umm, get my hair dryer?"
"You're beautiful."
Those were the words he heard his mouth say.
The door was shut tight in his face. "Hair dryer please!"
He scrambled through her box of things and found a hair dryer and then teleported back to the door faster than he could even breath. With a knock, the door was opened again, and again he saw the naked but towelled beauty of his wife once again.
"Thanks."
The door was shut and he heard the dryer start.
Izuku walked to his bed in a daze, where he sat down and processed what had just happened.
It was barely a peek, it was nearly nothing, but that glance of Fuyumi's bare shoulder was easily the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He swallowed and chuckled to himself. "This is going to be very dangerous."
AN: This chapter brought to you by Zero, who complained about this fic and said that he was waiting for me to write something better.
Also, Hi, I'm Yoji and I spite write.
