It had been three months since Izuku reopened his bakery, and it had been three months of pure joy.
After reopening, the bakery drew more attention. Local news stations talked about how Izuku was a small business owner who bounced back on his two feet to keep his dreams alive.
Izuku knew it was with the help of Katsuki, but his lover took no credit and kept in the shadows like the watchful eye he was. He smiled the whole time, as radiant as ever.
Many of Katsuki's clients loved coming to visit him as well. The word about his cooking spread
all over the city through them, and it didn't take long for Izuku to have special discounts for Katsuki's clientele. Izuku even made them special to-go boxes. Tiny, pretty things with ribbons and lion sigils. He dropped them off every morning for Katsuki before he had his slew of meetings.
Izuku loved watching everyone's eyes light up when he did this, but most of all he loved Katsuki's approving smirk.
Many people wanted to know what the secret to his pastries was, and when Izuku answered that he could only say one thing:
"The secret is devotion," Izuku decided. "Cooking is dedication towards wanting to make someone
you care about feel good. You can translate all that you want to say through a home baked meal— and that's why I bake. I want to make sure everyone feels the care I do every day."
Which brings Izuku to now, saying goodbye to the nth reporter.
He had been bogged down with interview after interview for the last month, and Izuku was a little tired. But he smiled the whole time, keeping his grin pinned up carefully on his face.
When the nice reporter was out of sight, Izuku exhaled, deflated. He scratched his head of curls, tired from the day because this was his sixth time giving a small interview for someone within the span of the day alone.
Katsuki's chuckle rumbled from across the room.
"Is the fame wearing you out, Chef Midoriya?" The playfulness in Katsuki's voice was light as summer air. Izuku turned to see his lover laughing at him with that signature smirk. "Let me know if you want me to scare off the next person to walk through those doors for ya. I've been told I have a mean bark."
Izuku laughed a little, finding humor in the image of Katsuki behaving like a guard dog.
"No, there won't be any need for that," Izuku dismissed. He waved his hand and walked over to the tiny door of his bakery. He flicked the lock shut, turned the pastel sign over from 'open' to 'closed', and shut the blinds so no one could see inside. "I'm done for the day with entertaining other people. I need some privacy."
"Ready for me to walk you home then?"
"Not quite!" Izuku said. He hurried to the back of the kitchen and looked around. "I actually have something I wanted to do before we left." He quickly spotted two, tiny sample cakes sitting prettily off in the corner. He happily sauntered up to grab them and strolled back out into the dining area. "Want to taste test these for me?"
Katsuki raised a delicate brow. "Cakes? How many more of these can you sell?"
"You can never have too much cake," Izuku replied. He cheerfully sat down the two mini cakes in front of his lover. He carefully aligned them with a nervous smile. "I spent some extra time on these, so I am really excited to see how you like them."
Izuku reached into his apron's pouch and pulled out a small, silver fork to hand to Katsuki. His lover took the utensil from him and tasted the bite of the yellow cake. Katsuki chuckled with his mouth full.
"Lemon?" Katsuki jabbed curiously. "You've never made lemon cake."
"First time for everything," Izuku replied. He pulled out a chair and sat down patiently. He pointed to the next cake and pushed it towards Katsuki. "Try this one next."
Katsuki swallowed and nodded. He poked the fork into the next one and held it up to his lips. Izuku watched, excited a bit for Katsuki's opinion. He watched the tiny piece of cream covered cake enter into his boyfriend's mouth. Then like magic, Katsuki gave the highest honor of approval when taste testing: he moaned.
Izuku swallowed the way the heat rose to his face.
He pressed his legs together to ignore the drop of sensation that snuck under his shirt. While this was a signal that Katsuki really loved what he was tasting, he always did it so vulgarly.
Katsuki hummed, low and full of vibration. Then he slowly pulled the fork out of his mouth with a pop. His tongue darted out to lick the missed pieces of icing. Izuku stared a bit too hard. Why did Kacchan have to lick the fork clean like that?
"Fucking delicious," Katsuki chuckled. "What is this flavor? I can't place it."
"Taro," Izuku answered a little too fast. He snapped his eyes up from Katsuki's mouth and there was a smug smirk waiting to meet him. He had been caught, but Izuku proceeded to ignore the glint in burning red eyes. "H-How do you like it? I tried a new approach to it."
Katsuki's smugness only grew. He leaned in across the table and stabbed his fork into the cake.
"Whatever you did it's great." Katsuki held up the fork and darted out his tongue again. Izuku hated how sensually he ate it—he knew what he was doing. "Have you had a chance to taste it yourself yet?"
"A little bit," Izuku mumbled, distracted by Katsuki's pink tongue lapping at the fork. "I still need to try it. I wanted to see your opinion on the icing though. I have another batch of icing that I'm stuck with choosing between."
"Well, go get it," Katsuki commanded. He waved his hand with the fork towards the kitchen. "I know your nerdy ass has it ready to go in the back. Bring it out."
Izuku smiled and blushed. He rose from the chair and walked to the back of the kitchen to retrieve the pan of icing. He looked down at it, examining it beneath the Saran Wrap. The purple frosting was fluffy and seemed delicate to the touch.
When Izuku arrived back at the table, he placed it down in front of Katsuki. His lover now had his sleeves rolled up mid-way on his arm and was eating the Taro cake happily.
Izuku unwrapped the bowl and discarded the plastic off to the side. He sat down, eager to get Kacchan's opinion, but before he could take out the spoon in his apron, Katsuki hauled off and dipped two fingers inside of the icing.
"Wh-What are you doing?!" Izuku exclaimed. He snatched the pan away, mortified at the lack of hygiene safety. "We have spoons for a reason!"
Katsuki leaned in across the table within arm's reach—a single breath away. He held the icing loaded fingers up to Izuku's mouth.
"Why don't you have the first taste?" Katsuki teased. His smirk widened from ear to ear. "You need to learn to trust your taste buds more."
"But I wanted your opinion—"
"—C'mon," Katsuki cut off. "Open wide for me, Sweet." Izuku hated how that's all it took.
He pursed his lips to the side, knowing exactly what Katsuki was playing at, but the simmering burn under his apron spoke louder than his logic.
Gingerly, Izuku leaned forward and meekly opened his mouth. Katsuki's smirk spilt into a full force grin like the devil as he pushed his fingers into Izuku's mouth. His lover's eyes grew heavy, shifting to be half lidded. They held eye contact as the sweet but tart flavor spread across his tongue in waves.
Izuku closed his mouth around Katsuki's fingers, and the digits shifted. Lewdly, they drew a part for his tongue to glide between them. It felt plump, it a nice way—having his mouth full like this. He sucked off all the icing leisurely, deciding to match Katsuki in his game. Katsuki retracted his fingers, and Izuku gave the digits a generous suck on their way out.
"How did it taste?" Katsuki asked, shamelessly ogling the bit of icing caught on the corner of Izuku's mouth.
"Good," Izuku muttered. His ears burned from the inside out. "I guess you were right, I should trust my taste more often."
"Exactly. Do you want another load?" Katsuki's tone was mischievous. "You can make another batch later."
Izuku watched how Katsuki's fingers sunk into the icing. Soft. Sweet. Then suddenly it burned in his belly to watch how the long digits were swallowed whole by the viscous substance.
The fingers met Izuku's lips again, and this time, he opened up easily.
Katsuki pushed them in with provocative force, moving his body closer to Izuku's. The burning gaze of his lover was leveled the whole time, his head even tilted like he was watching a lovely show. He pushed them in further than he needed to, and Izuku squirmed in his seat.
Izuku swallowed while keeping eye contact.
The heat in his core spread its vines all over his skin. Warmth rippled into his limbs, back, and crawled up his neck to his nape. He took his time licking Katsuki's fingers clean, trying his best to make sure he fed into the sensations, and he heard a low curse from his lover beside him.
Katsuki moved the fingers back, but right when Izuku thought he was going to remove them—they pushed slowly back in against his tongue.
"Y'know," Katsuki started, dropping his voice into a lower octave. "I always wanted to do this with you." He slid his fingers backwards again. Then forwards. Backwards. Forwards. Izuku breathed heavily out of his nose when the heat spiked in his body. "You look so goddamn good taking in my fingers like this, sucking them like such a good boy."
Izuku wanted to answer, but all the came out was a small, muffled version of Katsuki's name.
Katsuki repeated the action, his own breathing growing heavier. He slowly fucked his fingers in and out of Izuku's mouth, enjoying the view. Izuku swallowed down on and began twisting his tongue.
A chord of restraint snapped.
Katsuki's free hand reached around and gripped the hair at the base of Izuku's nape. The fingers in Izuku's mouth then rapidly retreated, replaced by a set of rough lips.
Katsuki kissed him like he wanted to devour him.
Izuku kissed him back like he wanted to consume him.
They stumbled a bit, grappling at the table for some level of purchase. Katsuki entangled his hands into silky locks to fully sink into the kiss, and Izuku's arms wrapped around Katsuki's shoulders as he let himself be led. Slowly, a hand snaked from his nape down his neck with a purposeful light touch that made Izuku want more.
Izuku couldn't stop the light groan that slipped out of his mouth. Without wasting moments, Katsuki pushed his tongue in and the combined sweetness on their lips compiled. They breathed in each other's breath as they kissed hungrily, stirring heat more and more until Izuku pushed away.
Katsuki chased his lips, and Izuku leaned back. He gently placed his hands on Katsuki's chest. "Ah, we should stop until we get somewhere better—"
"Or we could try it here," Katsuki urged. He planted tiny kisses as light as butterflies against Izuku's neck. "C'mon, Sweet," he drawled, nipping at Izuku's Adam's apple. "I promise it'll be fun."
Izuku wished he was a stronger man—but he was not.
"O-Okay," he breathed out when Katsuki's tongue traced on the sensitive part of his collar bone.
"Just this once, I don't want to make this a habit—ah—"
Izuku yelped when Katsuki quickly rose up from his seat and lifted him with him. Katsuki smirked
right before he began kissing him, passion ignited tenfold.
All of Katsuki's emotions poured into him as they fumbled backwards. Izuku loved the texture of Katsuki's forearms underneath his finger pads. He loved his lips. He loved his eyes. He loved how Katsuki kissed him like he needed to breathe only from his lungs. He loved him.
When his back hit the blunt edge of the counter, Katsuki broke from their fury of kisses and placed him down, standing up.
Katsuki's hands raked down Izuku's back and hooked under the hem of his pants.
"I never told you why I called you Sweet, have I?" Katsuki asked. "You taste so much of your own pastries that you taste sweet down here." Katsuki fluidly sank to his knees, taking Izuku's pants down with him. "I fucking loved giving you head because of your goddamn sweet tooth."
Izuku's throat released a deep groan.
Katsuki reached under his apron and palmed at his growing erection. The pressure pushed and pulled ecstasy into his system. It slowly built with Katsuki's motion like a rising wave. Izuku let out a breathy keen as Katsuki's large hand fully grasped onto his sensitive areas and slowly kneaded.
"Ah," Izuku moaned. He entangled his fingers into soft, blond locks. "I missed your mouth for more than one reason I have to admit."
"I know you did." Katsuki palmed him harder. "Such a spoiled little boyfriend, but I wouldn't have it any other way."
Izuku nodded and gripped Katsuki's hair harder.
Katsuki pulled down his boxers, pooling them at his ankles with his pants. Izuku's apron flapped
forward again, and quickly Izuku reached behind him to pull at the strings to take it off—then a hand stopped him.
"Oh, absolutely fucking not," Katsuki commanded. "You're keeping the apron on." "But it's in the way—"
Katsuki grabbed at the hem of the apron and lifted it all the way up to Izuku's mouth. "Bite down."
Izuku blushed but did as he was told.
He opened his mouth and Katsuki gently pushed the hem of the apron in. Izuku held it with his teeth and whined when his cocked twitched in Katsuki's hot grip. Steadily Katsuki began stroking him, twisting at the tip and squeezing lightly to draw out his muffled moans. Izuku watched intensely as Katsuki leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock, sucking it lightly.
Izuku's toes curled in his shoes as he rocked his hips forward, pushing his cock against Katsuki's lips and smearing pre-cum. He leaned against the counter for support when Katsuki's mouth began to sink down around him, engulfing his cock in wet heat.
Izuku moaned loudly, nearly dropping the apron as Katsuki took him all the way in his mouth. "Kacchan," Izuku whined.
He clenched his jaw all the way as he rocked himself into Katsuki's mouth.
His lover hummed low, sending addictive riptides of raptures down to his toes. Katsuki began bobbing his head, pulling out all the sweet sounds and savoring every moment. Izuku squirmed in his hold, bucking his hips into the hollowed-out mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of Katsuki's throat, and he whimpered with pleasure, trying not to sink to the floor.
Egged on by the lovely sounds dripping from Izuku's lips, Katsuki moved with fervor.
Izuku huffed heavily as the heat that was tingling in his core was now radiating all over his body. His lover's skilled tongue lapped him up and down as the walls of his mouth wrapped him tightly. Izuku cursed louder. Riptides of pleasure stacked inside of him—higher and higher—as Katsuki began twisting, sucking, and licking at the slit of his cock.
It didn't take long for Izuku to begin trembling. His cock pulsed in Katsuki's hand and mouth. "Kacchan. Kacchan—" Izuku muttered. His fingers dug in deeper to the soft hair as he pushed his
cock in further. "More, please. Please."
His lover's hand moved smoothly to roll his hanging manhood in his palm, and made his knees nearly buckle. Izuku gave underneath his own weight, and within a split second Katsuki's hands snapped up to pin his hips in place against the counter. Izuku keened loudly as pleasure overpowered him all the way to his fingertips. Katsuki sucked harder, bobbing his head with more zeal, his own cock straining in his pants.
Izuku's mind was swimming in nothing but thoughts of Katsuki, and he savored every moment. The burning feeling his core pulled tight and with one long, gracious suck, Izuku came.
His voice cracked as he cried out through his clenched teeth and shot his load into Katsuki's welcoming mouth. His lover took it all eagerly, nuzzling all the way down his shaft with a hefty
sigh through the nose. Izuku twitched as his cock pulsed with spurts of cum, and Katsuki happily swallowed every bit.
His lover's mouth slid off him, leaving a trail of saliva from the tip of his throbbing cock to Katsuki's swollen lips. The man underneath him was stroking himself in his pants, eyes blazing with pent up desire.
"You taste as sweet as I remember," Katsuki growled. He licked his lips with a feral smirk. "Damn near pure sugar."
Katsuki gave the base of Izuku's shaft a squeeze. Another litany of keens from Izuku ensued and small, dribbles of cum from his cock followed. Katsuki greedily lapped up every drop, milking Izuku for all he was worth.
Katsuki's hand shifted off his hips and Izuku sank to the ground immediately. His wobbly knees clocked together as he finally let go of the apron in his mouth. Katsuki leaned forward to kiss him, the taste of sweet cum still littered all over his lips.
They kissed sensually, slow and with patience. Left over waves of pleasure rolled over Izuku's nerves as Katsuki kissed him. He liked this. They had nowhere to be and could enjoy each other. Izuku reached between them, lightly touching Katsuki's clothed erection. Katsuki's hand joined his, firmly pressing down as they lost themselves in one an another.
Their kiss melted into the moment as they moved in sync and both of their lips parted as Katsuki's erection grew. Izuku began to pant heavily in anticipation, Katsuki's breathing picked up.
Then Izuku's vision tilted. He was flipped on his stomach and his body was manhandled to perch his backside upwards.
"Keep just like this," Katsuki instructed.
He spread Izuku's legs out and gave the weeping cock hanging several pumps. Izuku groaned and Katsuki slowly built the pleasure in his body once again—but this time his fingers shook under the waves of sensation. Izuku pressed his face against the cold tile of his bakery and arched his back more as Katsuki's thumb slid along his tip.
He felt more than embarrassed but he was still so hard, and the throbbing of his cock was back with double the force. He pushed his ass up more to Katsuki, giving his lover the perfect view of his fluttering hole.
"Fuck, you're a goddamn dream. Wait here."
Katsuki stood up and walked somewhere Izuku couldn't see. But Izuku didn't move, ignoring how he was leaking, and his cock was twitching between his legs. When his lover returned, Izuku craned his neck to look, but shot up on his forearms at the sight of his cakes.
"Wh-What are you doing—"
"—Having my cake and eating it too," Katsuki replied cheekily. He took a forceful hand and pushed on Izuku's back, guiding him back down to the ground. He angled Izuku's hips up, keeping him steady. "I wanna taste all of you, Sweet. I've waited so damn long."
Izuku screwed his eyes shut at the warm sensation the slid between his cheeks. His hands curled into nervous fists as Katsuki began eating the cake from off of him.
A delicate tongue teased at his hole, working it open as Katsuki began his meal. Deep groans filled the air as Katsuki pushed his face in, licking and nipping at every sweet delight. He ate the small sample cakes gradually, loving the way Izuku was squirming as his tongue pushed in slightly and lapped at his hole.
It felt obscene, was the only word Izuku could find.
His face was heated, fully red. His cock twitched and leaked. His lover reached his hand around and played with his cock as he swirled his tongue around. With every push and pulse against his backside, tantalizing feelings sparked all over him.
Then slowly the hand toying with his cock sneaked up underneath his apron and shirt. It tweaked his nipple, drawing out a light gasp. Intoxicating ecstasy filled his chest, and Izuku keened. He leaned back on the tongue, and Izuku called out Katsuki's name headily. At that same moment his lover's tongue pushed inside of him ever so lightly.
Katsuki groaned deeply and reeled back when both cakes were finally all eaten.
Izuku was hot—unbearably so and he was squirming in Katsuki's grip for some sort of release. He reached a hand to grasp his leaking cock. He pumped it exactly twice before Katsuki's hand eclipsed his and helped him stroke the pleasure into his veins.
"You have no idea how cute you look like this," Katsuki whispered, voice heavy with want. "Your cock just hanging and twitching while I eat you out. You really are my weakness, Izuku." He squeezed the tip of Izuku's cock, and a breathy whine slipped past Izuku's lips. "I'm going to fuck you now, Sweet. Is that alright?"
Izuku nodded furiously. "Yes, please."
Katsuki bit his lip and quickly began to undress. Izuku rolled over on to his back, and the view of Katsuki unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time sunk into his memory. With every button loosened, more of his tattooed chest showed and the desperation in Izuku heated to a boiling point.
Katsuki held his eye contact as his shirt finally fell off his body like liquid, dropping to the floor.
He undid his pants, dragging the zipper slow all the way down. In one motion, he pushed off his pants and boxers and his erection finally hung free into the air.
The giddy side of Izuku beamed. It's been so long since he indulged in intimacy, and the romantic side of Izuku clutched. He had secretly longed for Kacchan so much with so many years that passed. Izuku spread his legs, welcoming his lover to rest between them. Katsuki shifted a small tube of lube out his pants pocket. Cotton Candy was printed on the side. Izuku chuckled at how prepared Katsuki was.
"Not going to say anything cheeky?" Katsuki teased as he uncapped the tube. "I would be more surprised if you didn't have it on you," Izuku laughed.
Katsuki grinned and kissed Izuku's temple tenderly. He coated his fingers up with the liquid, warming it in his hands before pressing it against Izuku's tight hole.
They didn't let each other's gaze go as the first finger slipped in. Izuku's mouth dropped open at the small feeling and his knees spread further apart on instinct.
Katsuki glanced down to Izuku's cock, and it throbbed underneath his intense eyes. The single
digit was pumped in and out and slowly it shifted to two, then to three and Izuku was quickly a mess. Katsuki went straight for his sweet spot, curling his fingers to press down and sends shocks of euphoria pulsing through his limps.
Izuku whined and bucked and sunk his fingers into Katsuki's shoulders as he was graciously fucked on the three fingers. Each push sent a jolt of tantalizing pleasure all the way up to his chest, making it convulse in order to just keep steady.
When Katsuki felt like Izuku was loosened enough he kept going, distracting him as he lathered up his own cock. He shifted his fingers out with a slick pop and Izuku only wanted more.
Katsuki lined his cock up with Izuku's sweet backside and pushed.
Izuku moaned sweetly, voice scratching from the deepest parts of him. His lover's cock slowly sunk in, inch by inch with the upmost care. With every second that passed, Izuku gazed up at Katsuki looming over him. He caged him in with his inked arms, as he split Izuku wider on his girth. Izuku welcomed it, the burning hotness. He wanted it to fill him whole just like Katsuki always did.
When Katsuki was finally seated all the way in, they stole several fleeting kisses once more. Katsuki's body rested on top of him, and Izuku hooked his legs around him—never wanting to let him go.
They slowly rocked together, pushing and pulling with the feeling of pleasure they exchanged between them. This pace kept steady as Katsuki rolled his hips deep, brushing against the one spot that elicited more intimate sounds from Izuku's lips.
"Harder," Izuku panted. His fingernails dug into the beautiful lion tattoo. "Please, go harder."
Katsuki obeyed, snapping his hips up in momentum. They rocked faster and the tensions built again. Heat trickled from his throat to his core, and he tried his best to urge his lover on more.
"Please, Kacchan, harder," Izuku begged, voice teetering a thin line of command. "Fuck me harder."
"I thought you would want it to be gentle," Katsuki hissed.
He rolled his hips on Izuku's pleasure button and it made Izuku quiver once again. Izuku's panting transformed into a deep groan and he snatched his hands into Katsuki's hair. He forced his lover's eyes to meet his—and he spoke his next words with intent.
"I like when you're soft, I do. But I wouldn't be dating you if I liked it gentle," Izuku muttered. "I like when you're rough—I like that you're rough. So please, fuck me like you're the King Pin you are."
Whatever tether was holding Katsuki back, it broke under the words.
His face twisted into a sneer and his eyes glowed with delight. "Fuck you like a King Pin, hah? What a goddamn dirty mouth you have."
He pulled out roughly, and Izuku shuttered with the delight of a little bit of the pain. Katsuki's hands moved from holding Izuku's hips gently to forcefully flipping him on his hands and knees. When Katsuki aligned his cock this time, he planted one foot on the ground with a hand gripping Izuku's curls.
He sunk in slowly, but once he was adjusted Izuku found himself drowning. Katsuki held nothing back, snapping his hips up in a powerful movement, aiming directly for the spot that made Izuku see white. Izuku moaned loudly, lost in the sudden change of pace. He struggled to meet the thrusts in speed and every time he lobbed his head, Katsuki snapped him back up by his hair in a powerful grip.
Izuku bounced as he was roughly fucked and was held in place by each yank of his hair.
Katsuki fucked him harder, leaning over him as he drove in more. Izuku felt one particularly strong thrust right against his prostate and came entirely undone. His knees buckled and they went toppling down. But Katsuki didn't stop, he fucked into him more, leveling his hips to move Izuku's body with his.
Izuku gasped, drowned fully in nothing but rapture. Filthy quenching sounds met Izuku's ears as his vision began to pulse white.
"Does a King Pin fuck like this?" Katsuki hissed in between thrusts. He rammed into his lover sharply, over stimulating him with ripple after ripple of euphoria. "Tell me sweet baby, you think about me roughly taking you like this?"
Izuku tried to nod but all he could feel from head to toe was Katsuki. "Y-Yes—Ah-Ah! E-Every day."
"My sweet baby likes to be fucked hard. You're goddamn perfect."
Katsuki's labored breath was hot in Izuku's ear as he began to move fervently. His hands moved to
grab Izuku's wrists and hold him down as he used his hole.
Izuku's moans hitched in octave with each thrust until his voice broke into a sharp cry. He came harshly on the tile floor, and his hole spasmed around the thick cock inside of him.
Katsuki's loud groan rang out into the space and his thrusts grew harsher and harsher until he plunged deep and stilled. Izuku sighed happily when he was filled with warmth. Katsuki's cum emptied deep inside of him, spreading all over.
Their position held for a moment, and then Katsuki exhaled and relaxed. Izuku slumped against the floor all the way as the cock inside of him carefully pulled out. He turned his head, panting heavily. There he saw Katsuki spreading his cheeks, ogling his used hole.
Katsuki used his pointer finger and rubbed at it, smearing the cum.
"Damn. You have the prettiest cream pie," Katsuki muttered. He bit his lip as he leaned down to kiss it.
Izuku laughed and Katsuki laughed too. Delicately, Katsuki rolled Izuku over on his back and they laid there together in each other's arms.
Izuku wondered if they might fall asleep accidentally on the floor when Katsuki wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him in tight. His lover tucked his head into his neck and Izuku closed his eyes as well. They breathed. Silently yet together.
"...You should move in with me," Katsuki mumbled against his skin.
Izuku froze and his eyes shot open. Katsuki slowly leaned away from him, and there was nothing but devotion and love inside of his smile.
"So soon?" Izuku muttered. He shifted slightly, unsure. But the more he weighed it in the scales of his mind, it didn't give him alarms like he thought it would. "Are you sure?"
"Of course," Katsuki replied. He leaned forward and stole a cliché kiss. "The home was built for you after all. It would only feel like a homecoming but, whenever you're ready. There's no rush; the doors are open for you when you want."
Always so sweet.
Izuku smiled and wrapped his arms around Katsuki's neck.
Months passed by, and Izuku finally moved in with Katsuki.
It all came together as easy as a lock and key. Two people who were meant to be finally molding together into their final act. Every day Izuku woke up, he woke up to kind red eyes fluttering open. And every night, he went to sleep with the distant dreams of Katsuki while the same person held him.
There were so many memories now that he loved.
But one of Izuku's favorite memory was when it was just them under the night-sky.
They had been laying on their backs, staring up at the dark sky that was a sea of burning stars. He assumed they were just like those stars out there, burning so brightly with each other until the last day.
All the memories danced in front of him in the galaxies that he could see. Different designs, patterns, and figments of his imagination projected into the sky. They twinkled with their love story. He vividly saw him and Katsuki written in the stars, forever intertwined that night.
"I'm glad we found our way back to each other, Sweet," Katsuki said to him softly that day. "I love you so much."
Izuku knew then the stars were aligned. He took Katsuki's hand, and it perfectly interlocked with his in a way he would cherish forever.
"I love you too," Izuku replied.
He leaned forward to kiss his lover and savored the moment forever.