A/N: bkdk pride week day 6 - pride | purple

Originally posted June 7th, 2021

Three

"One o'clock, five o'clock, ten o'clock," Kacchan whispered to Izuku as they waved one guest on and Izuku ushered the next forward.

Izuku didn't even have to look to know what he was talking about.

"We're not escaping our own wedding," Izuku hissed discretely. Then, louder, "Tokuda-san, we're so glad you could make it!"

Nearly straight ahead—at one on a clock face—was the most accessible of a line of windows. Behind them, at five o'clock, was a similar set of windows, and at ten was the door to the men's room where there was one frosted window just wide enough for Kacchan's broad shoulders to fit through.

He'd said as much when they'd checked out the place and decided to hold their wedding reception there. Well, second wedding reception.

"Suit yourself."

"Smile, Kacchan."

Kacchan never smiled for paparazzi photos. Rather, he always took the cue to wrap his arm closer around Izuku and frown at the camera, which was why Izuku enjoyed telling him. There was hardly a tabloid picture of the two of them that didn't have Izuku pulled close, ribs flattened against Kacchan's.

And that's what these were, after all. Publicity photos that would head all the articles tomorrow morning about the first gay—they weren't technically gay, but no one seemed to remember that—pros in the top ten, the first married couple in the top ten, the first married gay pros in the top ten…

They were a lot of firsts.

"These dumbasses all think they're the special first people to see us married," Kacchan commented under his breath when they were done with all the bowing and would have to mingle generally with the crowd of mostly career acquaintances. "How do you think they'd feel to know that the real first person was the hotel housekeeper seeing your bare ass?"

Izuku blushed bright red and hid his face in Kacchan's neck. He did not need pictures of him reliving that moment. Of course, the actual first person to see them as husband and husband had been the clerk who'd checked their paperwork and the second witness. Not to mention the taxi driver and the whole rest of the hotel staff in the lobby. But, of course, that's not what Kacchan remembered.

"Kacchan, we scarred that poor woman for life!"

"Heh, starting the marriage off right." Kacchan leaned in and brushed his lips close enough to Izuku's ear to make him shiver. "I'm still waiting on that second honeymoon and now you already owe me a third."

As if it was any less his fault than Izuku's that they never took time off work.

Kacchan pulled away just enough to rotate his head and steal a kiss, and Izuku accepted it, closing his eyes to flashes of cameras. What did he care that what should have been an intimate moment would be on Twitter before the two of them woke up the next morning?

The PDA still made Izuku nervous, but that was the whole point of this, wasn't it? To make a display for the public.

"Goddamn vultures," Kacchan said through a light smile. The first true one he'd given since they'd started greeting all the guests who weren't their actual friends and family. "Like I haven't been padding their pockets with pictures of me kissing you for fucking years."

"Maybe they'll be less interested in us after this," Izuku commented. "We'll be the boring married couple."

"Can't fucking wait," Kacchan replied. "So, dance, food, escape out the bathroom?"

"No, Kacchan." Izuku glanced around and saw that all of their guests had taken their seats in the hall. "But I do think it's time to dance."

"My favorite," Kacchan said, his voice grumbly even though Izuku knew it was the truth. It was the most one-on-one time they'd get without having to mingle with the guests. "We've been married so many times now that I have a fucking favorite."

"Don't worry, I think it's safe to say this is the last one," Izuku said as Kacchan reached for his hand.

"I'm not worried about that, nerd," Kacchan said as they reached the square bit of floor empty of tables. They pressed together with practiced ease, and Izuku felt just a little bit of tense air release from Kacchan's lungs. "I'll marry you as many times as I have to."

Two

"I'm going to kill you, brat."

"Last I checked, I haven't needed your permission to get married since I was nineteen, hag!"

"Eloping? Only the most disrespectful son would do that! The only bright side is that now I have Izuku-kun to replace you!"

"The fuck? Deku fucking eloped too!"

"Alright, that's enough, that's enough."

Izuku was stock-still as he watched his husband and in-laws—his in-laws—have it out, right there in the middle of their reception. He looked to Masaru, wishing he had a notebook to jot down his observations. Izuku had been privy to years of Kacchan's father quickly and quietly neutralizing the ticking bombs that were the other two Bakugous and, now that he was married to one, it would do him well to pick up the skill.

"We're so sorry, Auntie," Izuku said, giving it a try. "It was an impulsive decision. We hope that today can make up for it."

"Hah, so married already," Mitsuki said, smirking at her son. "Saying we even for stuff that this brat definitely doesn't think."

The truth was that Izuku didn't think it either.

More or less. He did hope that today's ceremony and reception would make it up to their families and friends that they'd gotten married in private without telling anyone. But Izuku wasn't sorry, and it hadn't been impulsive.

They might have eloped, marrying in another city away from all their friends and family. But how impulsive could getting married be for all the documents they'd had to show for it?

Suddenly, Kacchan snatched Izuku's hand from his side and began yanking him away from Mitsuki and Masaru.

"We're gonna dance, so you're gonna have to find someone else to nag," Katsuki called over his shoulder. "Try him."

Izuku followed where Katsuki's thumb was pointing and saw Todoroki talking with Momo. Izuku rolled his eyes, but allowed himself to be dragged away anyway, hoping that Kacchan's parents would find his mother instead and keep her company. It was nice that their families already got along.

Kacchan landed the both of them on the dance floor and let go of Izuku's hand, shifting so that one was pressed against the shoulder of his suit jacket and the other pressed warmly against the waist of his dress shirt. Izuku matched his position and they pulled close, nearly chin to shoulder. Suddenly, Izuku was aware of how tired he was, and longed to rest his head on Kacchan's shoulder, but tilted his chin up instead.

"You hate dancing, Kacchan."

For a moment, all the response Izuku got was a grunt as Kacchan's hand shifted from Izuku's waist to the small of his back. Then he said, "Don't like hardly anything about this shit."

"Oh, come on, Kacchan! You like your friends."

"Hm. In doses."

"You like the food."

"I can cook better than goddamn caterers," Kacchan said. "Preparing their food with the intention of it sitting out all day, the fuck?"

Izuku smiled and could feel Kacchan's hair tickle his cheek. He was glad they'd both managed to get out of this without having to look too over the top. Kacchan's parents had taken care of their suits, but neither of them had done anything special with their hair, and they'd managed to avoid the makeup that Ashido had said would help their wedding photos stand the test of time.

They had one picture from their real wedding that was all Izuku really needed. He'd treasure all the photos from today, of course, and he was sure that his mom would use them to make no less than three scrapbooks—one for her, one for him, and one for Kacchan. But it was all just extra. The sprinkles on top. Izuku smiled.

"You like me."

"Damn straight," Kacchan said. "The only reason I'm doing this shit."

"Looking to butter me up for a second honeymoon, Kacchan?"

Kacchan pulled back just long enough for Izuku to see a spark of fire in his eyes. "A honeymoon for every wedding, Deku. You said it, not me."

They pulled close again, and Izuku could hear the last chorus of the song playing out and knew they'd have to go back to their guests afterwards. It was just their closest family and friends, but they were all people who Izuku hadn't been making enough time for. And since he and Kacchan had already had one wedding, this one was for them. Izuku was preparing himself to pull away when he felt Kacchan's mouth slide open against his jaw.

"I just don't want you to feel bad that your mom missed it. Or that you didn't get to share this shit with your friends," Kacchan explained, his voice quiet and absent of any growl or grumble. "I don't want you to regret anything."

Izuku pulled back out of Kacchan's shoulder, bringing one hand up to cup his husband's face. Kacchan preferred his confessions askance, not quite making eye contact with Izuku. Izuku liked to look Kacchan straight on.

"In all my life," Izuku said, feeling as though he was making up for the rehearsed, sanitized vows they'd done in front of their loved ones earlier, "I have never had any regrets with you."

Not even the bad parts. With Kacchan, Izuku had never known regret. And with the ring on his finger—that he'd have to hide until PR figured out a way to go public with their now months-old marriage—Izuku felt that he would never know regret again.

One

"This is so crazy."

"You've been saying that for a fucking hour, Deku. It's not crazy."

But as they sat in the back of the cab, their marriage license in Katsuki's hands, it sure felt crazy.

Was it, though? They were already engaged, had already done the premarital counseling—the only thing holding them back was that they hadn't planned on taking a vacation anytime soon and had therefore neglected to choose a wedding date.

Rather, that was what had been holding them back.

Despite having opened an agency together now, Izuku and Kacchan didn't have the complete control that Kacchan was always grappling for. There were still people managing their schedules and missions, not to mention the staff they'd had to hire by virtue of being in the top ten, like one PR manager each.

They'd been sent on an away mission that was set to be quick, four days at most. But their arrival and departure tickets were scheduled two weeks apart as a means of forced vacation. Kacchan had pouted for days until one evening he'd gone quiet and said, Hey, Deku. Where do you keep your birth certificate?

"Hey, Deku." Izuku was taken out of his thoughts to Katsuki leaning over the hump in the middle of the backseat and putting a hand up to Izuku's cheek so that he could lean their foreheads together. Their skulls rattled against each other with the bumps of the car, but, somehow, Izuku still desired him closer. "I want you here with me."

Izuku put a hand on each of Kacchan's shoulders, pulling against his seatbelt to face his husband—his husband—fully. "I'm here, Kacchan. I'm here."

Kacchan had been all business speaking with the clerk. He'd shown every document and signed everything with pristine kanji before passing it over to Izuku, who held his own pen in trembling fingers.

But how his face was open, his brows tilted up instead of sitting in their usual heavy furrow. His eyes were catching the light of every streetlamp, and Izuku could feel their breath mixing together, growing more labored as they did the hard work of keeping their emotions at bay.

"You have to keep it together, Kacchan," Izuku said, struggling to keep his voice quiet as it wobbled. "If you go, I'll go."

Kacchan nodded, rocking both their heads together so that their noses brushed one another. "I always keep it together, nerd."

They managed to hold it in as they paid the cabbie, as they passed through the lobby of the hotel they'd been set up with, and even in the elevator, with its façade of privacy and tiny space that left Izuku's senses with nothing but Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan.

Once in the true privacy of their room, they fell apart. Izuku pressed Kacchan against the door as soon as it closed and kissed him desperately. The kiss was wet, Izuku's eyes streaming tears down his cheeks, whimpers leaving his mouth. Katsuki sniffled, but if he was crying too, Izuku would never have been able to tell. Eventually, they had to give up kissing and just hold each other for a number of minutes before Katsuki could put their sacred documents away and they could stumble to the bed.

It was an hour later that the housekeeper scared the shit out of them and herself in turn. Kacchan had laughed for ages, and then they'd stayed up a couple hours more. Only after did they fall asleep, the blankets tangled in their legs, the sweat drying on their bodies

The next morning, Izuku was the first to wake, as he always was. As he blinked the hotel room to life in front of him, his heart bloomed, remembering exactly whose skin was sticking to his where their arms met their chests. From what Izuku could remember of how they'd fallen asleep the night before, they must have hardly moved, never straying from each other. Izuku's right arm was numb as proof.

Suddenly, he couldn't help giggling. He tried to, he really did, but how could you wake up married and not have giddiness bubbling out of you?

"Nn," Kacchan grunted, burrowing his head farther into Izuku's chest.

"Sorry, shh," Izuku said, reaching over Kacchan with his left arm to where his phone was on the side table. He had to brush it with his fingertips a few time before he could catch it between his thumb and forefinger, and then he swiped it over to the front-facing camera.

They'd had no witnesses but for the two necessary ones at the clerk's office. Officially, no one knew this yet, not even the government, unless bureaucracy moved a lot quicker in this side of the country than it did where Izuku and Kacchan worked.

Izuku needed evidence. Just one visual marker that this had happened. That it had happened and it was perfect.

He lifted the phone above their heads, framing the shot to preserve both their modesties. He pressed his lips into Kacchan's hair and took the picture. Kacchan grunted again at the automated shutter sound and Izuku shushed him again, putting the phone away and wrapping his arm back over Kacchan's shoulder.

Ordinarily, he'd get up and start the day, make them both tea and putter around however he could while Kacchan slowly roused. But this was a hotel, and there was nothing much he could do until Kacchan started prodding his chest to order room service.

No, there really was no need to do anything but hold Kacchan close. Maybe he'd doze as Kacchan woke up, or maybe they'd both go back to sleep altogether. This was vacation, after all. All Izuku knew was that, for once, he wasn't in any rush. He was in absolutely no hurry to start the day, when yesterday had been the best of his life. He was happy to live with that just a little longer, until his husband was awake and they could start the day together.