Izuku Midoriya was a morning person. His wife, not so much. But together, they still always managed to wake up and start their day off with every ounce of love and affection they could give.
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The sunlight shining through the cracks in the curtains made Izuku squint, annoyingly batting for his pillow before realizing it was beneath his head already. Letting out an annoyed huff, he blindly reached for his phone, quickly checking the time. 9:30, huh? For a brief moment, panic settled into his bones, worried he'd be late!...and then he remembered it was his day off. He relaxed once more into the warmth around him, and especially the warmth behind him, glancing down with a fond smile to see a pair of mitten-covered hands latched onto his front.
Unfortunately for him, falling back asleep after waking wasn't something he was great at, and he really didn't like to mess up his sleep schedule too much. But he also knew his wife wasn't about to let go, so he did what he was used to every morning. With a thought, Blackwhip slid out and wrapped around her, pulling her body flush against his own as he began to sit up, enjoying the muffled, fuzzy complaints coming from her.
"Snugglessssss," Ochako murmured in his ear, making him roll his eyes indulgently as he sat up.
"It's half past nine, love. Time to get up," he replied softly, leaning down far enough to press a kiss to her wrist.
"Snuggles now, get up later," she grumbled, tightening her grip about him. He just ignored her, used to this complaint, standing up from the bed with her still entwined about him. He released Blackwhip, well aware she didn't need it as her legs wrapped about his waist, clinging onto him like a koala. He slowly waddled to the bathroom, flicking the light on and squinting as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the light. He could hear Ochako mumbling more complaints into his back, but not stopping him, letting her legs slide off his waist as he stopped before the mirror.
He quickly began his morning routine, starting to brush his teeth. A moment later, he felt her one hand slip out of the mitten and began patting on the countertop in front of him, looking for her own toothbrush while she kept herself pressed into his warm back. He just slid her toothbrush into her waiting fingers, already prepped with toothpaste on it just for her.
The duo finished their routine around that in a few minutes, Ochako refusing to let go of her husband as he simply worked around her, making sure to give her what she needed to do her own routine, still half-asleep. As soon as he finished setting the brushes back in place, she leapt back up, wrapping her legs around his waist once more and clinging to him as he walked into the kitchen.
He brought out their coffee mugs, doctoring them how they both liked it (a splash of cream and sugar in his, two spoons of sugar for her), waiting for the machine to finish its process as it had been triggered by his checking his phone. Idly he adjusted Ochako's position, one hand reaching down to grab her thigh gently and help hold her up as she nuzzled into his hair. She left a sleepy kiss on his neck, sending shivers down his spine at the sensation as she slowly woke up, smelling the coffee brewing.
"Coffeeeeeee," she whined, one hand reaching out for her mug. He gently swatted it away, unable to hide his smile at how adorable she was when she was still half-asleep.
"It's not done yet, be patient," he admonished, already knowing she'd ignore him like she did every morning.
"No patience, only coffee," she replied, her answer every morning. He chuckled, able to feel the grin in her tone as she snuggled closer. The coffeemaker dinged, alerting him to its finished product. He pulled the carafe out and began to pour into their mugs, making sure to stir them carefully so they got mixed properly. He took a step backwards to the little island in the center of their kitchen, leaning down slightly so Ochako could slide off his back and sit down upon it. She cooperated, already holding her hand out for her coffee as he finally managed to turn around and see her for the first time that morning.
As it always did, the sight of her took his breath away. Her hair, unkempt and frizzy, sticking up in wild places. Her eyes, half-lidded, hazy and unfocused, but the smile she gave him was brighter than the shining sunlight coming in from the windows. She rested on the counter in a pair of shorts and one of his shirts, the baggy material hanging off her shoulders and making her look even more disheveled…and with all that, she'd never looked more radiant to him than in those moments.
He set her coffee down next to her, his own following, gently pushing her hand away from the mugs because it was still too hot to drink. Instead, he leaned in and brought her into his arms, holding her close. She let her arms slide around his back, resting her chin on his shoulder as she squeezed him tightly, her smile growing even wider as she cuddled into her husband.
He pulled back slightly, to look into her eyes. Izuku was reminded, every single hour of every single day, of how much he adored this beautiful, courageous, fiercely protective woman, the truest hero he'd ever known. Unable to resist, he leaned forward, her eyes widening in shock at his boldness, pressing his lips against hers and thrilling to the touch. Her eyes fluttered closed, letting out an appreciative hum as he slid one hand around her waist to pull her closer, settling himself between her legs as she sat on the counter.
His other hand cupped her cheek, deepening the kiss, as one of her hands tangled in his hair, the other resting against the flat planes of his chest and feeling his heartbeat thudding through her palms. Her hand in his hair slid around to his cheek, holding him close as she deepened the kiss, opening her mouth with an appreciative hum. Izuku didn't resist, falling into the familiar territory of the love of his life in his arms.
As they broke the kiss, a small trail of saliva falling away as they did, he opened his eyes to meet hers. Her cheeks flushed, eyes lidded and hazy, everything falling away in a single moment as he remembered every moment of their lives together…and yep, coffee could wait. With a single, smooth motion, he lifted her off the countertop, Ochako letting out a soft 'eep!' in surprise as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. With one hand gripping her behind to hold her up, the other one grabbed onto her mittens and handing them to her.
A few steps down the hall and Blackwhip shot out, opening the door to their bedroom as Izuku kept striding forward. Gently, he lay her down in the bed, her arms releasing his neck as she gazed up at him with slightly confused eyes. Her face went bright red, eyes wide in shock, as Blackwhip shut the bedroom door behind him and he ripped off his shirt. He couldn't help but grin at the sudden surprise on her face, but the way it melted away into a knowing look, one that scorched him from the sudden heat made him just feel so warm, so loved, so wanted.
"If you wanted some fun, you just had to ask," Ochako murmured, her hands already exploring the flat planes of his abdomen, mapping out his muscles in ways familiar to her.
"Sorry…you were just too beautiful to resist," he replied, enjoying the way that her face flushed once more. He loved when he could surprise her with little compliments and statements, telling her exactly how beautiful and perfect she was.
After a moment, she rolled her eyes indulgently, reaching down to pull her own shirt over her head in a silent agreement. Izuku couldn't help it, pulling her up into his arms once more to fuse their lips together, pouring every ounce of his love and desire through the connection, thrilling to the press of her body against his and her enthusiastic response to his sudden actions. As they fell back down onto the mattress, exploring a well-known world between the two of them, all he could think was how absolutely lucky he was that he got to marry the very center of his universe…and there was no thinking after that.
Izuku yawned as he blinked his eyes open once more, blearily scanning about the room for his phone. Seeing it on the nightstand next to him, he flipped it over to check the time…nearly noon? Huh. He felt a slight shiver go over his skin, realizing a specific warmth was missing. He turned back to look behind him, not seeing Ochako there. He was most assuredly not pouting at missing his wife's warmth, and rubbing sleepily at his eyes he managed to stumble up and get into a pair of shorts, foregoing the shirt as it was too much effort.
The smell of something cooking, the sound of sizzles, and a soft humming clued him into where Ochako had gone. He strode down the hallway, yawning once more, stepping into the kitchen to see her at the stovetop, her hair tied up into a bun and now clad in just one of his shirts, carefully tending to a pan on the stove.
Not bothering to say anything, he walked over to her, seeing the smile cross her face as her hums didn't cease. Carefully, so as to not disturb her cooking, he wrapped his arms around her waist. She didn't hesitate, pressing back into his grasp. Izuku buried his face in the back of her neck and placed gentle, soft kisses, ones that tickled her if the giggles she started to let out were any indication.
"Hmm, morning," he murmured into her hair, hugging her tightly.
"Morning Deku," she replied, leaning her head to the side slightly so he could easily reach her neck to place more featherlight kisses. "It's just about done, if you wanna get the plates out."
"Mmhmm," he replied. He didn't want to let go though, so he simply turned his head so he could see what he was doing, as a half dozen tendrils of Blackwhip shot out, opening cabinets and fetching plates and utensils.
Ochako rolled her eyes. "Lazybones," she teased, giggling as he let out a playful growl and nipped at her neck.
"Nope, just want to hold my gorgeous wife forever is all. I don't think that's too much to ask," he replied with his own giggle bubbling up.
Ochako's shoulders hunched up slightly, unable to hide the pleased grin on her face. "I don't think that's too much either," she said softly, leaning back into his arms as she cut the heat off the stove, moving the pan away from the heat. Izuku, still with his arms caging her between them, pulled the pan away from her and began to separate the food onto the plates.
Ochako spun about in his arms, since Izuku seemed to have taken care of that part, and proceeded to rest her head against his shoulder, sighing contentedly as she gently kissed his jaw.
Some days Izuku wished he was a poet, or a playwright, or some sort of master speaker who could spin words together like a tapestry, because he knew no matter how old he got, he could never truly express to her how much he absolutely adored her. Some days it felt like every cell in his body loved her and forever would…and honestly, he was fine with that. Maybe he couldn't magically make her understand the full depth of his feelings, but as the duo carried the plates to the table, sitting across from one another, their legs tangling together beneath the table and she smiled at him like the sun on a brilliant, blue sky sunny day, he still could tell her this much.
"I love you, Ochako."
Her smile grew even wider, cheeks pink and gently tapping her leg against his as she stared over at her husband, her lover, her best friend, and said "I love you too, Deku."
And that was enough for him.