Katsuki was fucking sick of it.

He was so fucking tired every time it happened and every time the fucking idiot did nothing to stop it. He was so fucking tired of seeing those damn women swarm after his husband.

His husband.

Not theirs.

As if the Extras could ever actually get anywhere with him to begin with. Katsuki still had no idea and he got the damn ring.

What made it worse was that Eijirou was oblivious to it all. He never seemed to even notice how all the women seemed to push up their boobs before they approached him. He never notice the touch on the arm that lasted too fucking long. He didn't even know why Katsuki was glaring at him the whole time.

"You know you could just make your relationship public," Mina chuckled.

She was one of the first to notice Katsuki's irritation in moments like this. Of course, she took the opportunity to point out and make fun of how possessive Katsuki could really be.

But really why wouldn't he be possessive towards his husband?

He fucking won.

Katsuki knew that the stupid dumbass he lovingly referred to as his husband was damn near perfect. The husband that made him coffee every morning because it was the only thing he could make without messing up the entire kitchen.

The same husband that would bring home flowers because he knew Katsuki liked them.

The same husband that gives him rocks from every hiking trip they go on, and yes, Katsuki has kept them all.

The same husband that can go from tying his shoes for him after a long day to the same husband that lets him be a pillow princess and get pounded into the bed.

So yeah, Katsuki knew he fucking won.

He fucking knew that no matter his luck, he was lucky to have his best friend as his spouse and actually mean that. So, when Extras try to shove their shitty tits in his husband's face all he can see is rage.

After weeks of going back and forth and ultimately settling for flipping a coin, Eijirou had the last name to prove it.

That dumbass was his.

And Katsuki never did well with sharing.

He ignored Pinky, she was no doubt already recording him. Only to show him how petty he was later or maybe it would be funny enough for her to post on her private socials where only their friends had access. And of course, all of them knew how possessive Katsuki was… everyone but his damn husband at least.

Katsuki pushed past the crowd. Cutting the one woman off when he pushed his way to his husband and grabbed the fucker by the wrist.

"I don't know what I would have done without you there—"

He ignored the brunette Eijirou was talking to and the moment Katsuki touched him Eijirou looked up ignoring him too.

Eijirou had been talking with a few fans before he noticed a pissed-off Katsuki grabbing his wrist. He smiled at his husband who only glared at the person Eijirou had been talking to.

She stepped back.

"Hey, Blasty," Eijirou smiled.

It almost broke him.

Stupid sunshine fucking smile.

Katsuki kept his glare up though as he pulled the rock man away and out of the crowd. Eijirou waved as he went along with his husband.

That didn't stop the blond from overhearing all the people around him and their judgy little comments or about how Eijirou's lack of a shirt had them losing what little they had of their minds.

Katsuki knew he needed to move quickly before another crowd formed, the fight already attracting a lot more people than he liked on a good day. They were in town though and Katsuki was not going to wait until they got home.

So he took a few back alleyways before he finally stopped.

They were several blocks away from their apartment still and he knew they would have paperwork to fill out before they went home but Katsuki couldn't help it.

"You looked hot out there," Eijirou smiled at him.

Katsuki felt his face turn red.

Years.

It had been years.

And he was still not used to the blunt compliments that still surprised him.

"Why don't you show me, Red."

Eijirou grinned at him before leaning down and kissing him. It was always a bit awkward at first with his mask in the way but he tilted his head just right and they were able to get used to it. Katsuki wanted to melt with how soft and all too fucking sweet it was.

When they pulled away Eijirou looked over his shoulder. The alleyway was empty and from the looks of things it wasn't used all that much. They were alone.

Katsuki knew it was overkill at this point. They had done worse.

"You sure?" Eijirou asked.

"I did marry you for your pretty mouth after all," Katsuki stated.

Eijirou grinned at him, all sharp teeth and dorky.

Katsuki married him because he couldn't ever picture a life where he wasn't in it. He married him because even knowing he was too good for him, Katsuki couldn't let him go.

Eijirou dropped to his knees without thought and looked up at Katsuki as he undid his belt. Katsuki could feel the blush creep back across his damn face but when his husband was on his knees looking at him like that—fuck if he didn't just throw any thought out the window.

With Katsuki's garter belt, it made getting his pants down a bit difficult but really neither of them cared. They had learned how to work around it. They did this kind of thing too often not to have learned a few things.

Eijirou slid his hands up soft thighs with such practice ease it always made Katsuki want to laugh at their friends for thinking he was the one who walked Eijirou like a dog. When it was in fact Eijirou who could have Katsuki, the most stubborn bitch since his mother, agreeing to anything in a matter of seconds.

Katsuki settled his hands in his red spiky hair, not pulling or pushing but enough to steady him as Eijirou pulled his cock free from his boxers.

"Get to it already," Katsuki muttered.

He was already losing his fucking mind and his husband's mouth wasn't even on him yet.

"Yes, sir," Eijirou smirked.

He pushed Katsuki back enough to lean against the building behind him before he licked up the shaft of his cock.

Not waiting as he circled his tongue around the head and took him into his warm mouth. Letting his husband push him down farther, taking more into his all too fuckable mouth.

Katsuki closed his eyes and tried not to cum right away. It was as if Eijirou's mouth was made for this. Perfectly capable of keeping his shark teeth away and letting Katsuki sink farther into his wet fucking mouth.

Eijirou was flush with trimmed blond pubes, his mouth engulfing his dick so fucking perfectly.

Katsuki held him there.

It was like it all hit him at once.

Right now he was the one in control.

He was the one who had Red fucking Riot on his knees.

Katsuki couldn't help it. He thrust into his willing mouth, never so thankful for his husband not having a gag reflex.

Only a little drool escaped the sides of his lips as Katsuki grinned down at him. Thrusting into his mouth just a little bit faster. Fucking his husband's mouth for his own pleasure and the redhead just fucking let him.

Eijirou kept his hands on Katsuki's hips for support.

Katsuki never lasted long when Eijirou let him do this. He looked down crimson eyes closed as if he got just as much pleasure out of it as Katsuki was.

He must have sensed Katsuki looking at him because he opened his eyes.

And there was that beautiful crimson. He looked up at him so softly, even after years of hero work. Years of seeing Katsuki at his worst. And being there to make him smile. Being there to remind him life can be soft. Life can be kind.

Katsuki kept eye contact for a moment before looking down at his husband's mouth. Seeing his dick disappear around kissable lips, rough and bitten much like his own, Katsuki loved kissing him.

He thrust in his mouth one last time before he came. Gripping his hair as he felt Eijirou swallow every last drop.

Katsuki opened his eyes not even noticing he closed them when he caught something out of the corner of his eye. He looked over to the edge of the alleyway, where they had come from, only to be met with someone staring back.

The brunette from before. The bitch who thought her B cups were any match for the pecs Katsuki fucking had.

He smirked.

She looked pissed.

Katsuki pulled out of Eijirou's mouth and pulled the man back to his feet before pulling him in for a kiss. And Katsuki fucking kissed him. Greedily opening his mouth and making it perfectly clear who the fuck got to do this to Red Riot.

It only made it better when Eijirou matched his energy like he always did. Letting Katsuki taste himself on his husband's tongue.

When they pulled away Katsuki looked over to see the woman was gone.

He looked back to Eijirou who kissed him on the nose.

"Fucking sappy dork," Katsuki grumbled.

"You love it," Eijirou kissed him on the nose again.

Which, yes Katsuki fucking did.

"Race you to the agency," Eijirou declared.

Katsuki rushed to pull up his pants before he started running after his adult husband who was worse than the babysitting jobs Katsuki had.

But he chased after him.

Like he always would.

Eijirou didn't like it when he felt like this.

He didn't like when the unmanly feeling crept up on him especially when he was already having a shitty day.

He was home alone and he had tried to cook Katsuki dinner much like the blond did for him when he was working late. Sure, Eijirou knew it was Katsuki's love language to cook for others, and unlike the blond Eijirou sucked at cooking but he was sure he could make something decent this time.

However, he got distracted.

Looking up to the TV in the living room he watched as his husband and Izuku went up against two brutal villains. Of course, they won but they looked exhausted. All the more reason Eijirou wanted to be nice and make him something so he didn't have to worry about dinner.

He knew the blond would fuss about Eijirou ordering in again, and he would also fuss about having to cook something when he was very clearly drained from work. Really Eijirou wasn't looking to win whatever game it was he was just looking for something edible in a house of ingredients and protein bars—which Katsuki would blast him if he ate a protein bar for dinner.

So, Eijirou thought he could make breakfast for dinner. The more American style his mom made for him on lazy weekends and Eijirou would always pretend he didn't eat the last piece of bacon when he very much did.

However, Eijirou might have forgotten just how much he was a literal fire hazard in the kitchen. Eggs were burnt to a frying pan and Eijirou knew he would just have to replace the damn pan at this point.

Then he tried to make a simple miso soup that turned out way too salty even though all he did was add the soup paste to the pot of water.

He had set the fire alarm off twice and had the windows open airing the kitchen out before Katsuki learned of any of the ways he was single-handedly destroying their kitchen.

But the kicker was when he looked back over to the TV and watched as reporters tried to get their interviews with the two Pro Heroes. On the other side of the screen, it showed the villain taken down before cutting back to Katsuki and Izuku talking about something.

The reporters were back too far to catch what they were saying but Eijirou could already tell where it was going when the newscaster started talking over the live video of them.

Katsuki was laughing despite being clearly bruised.

Eijirou kinda hated keeping their relationship a secret sometimes, even if it was his idea. After seeing other Pro Heroes be used by villains because they knew it would get to their significant other he didn't want to chance it.

He just hated how every other fucking week he would have to read or hear about another article about how Pro Hero Dynamight and Pro Hero Deku were sleeping together or in a relationship or just flat-out friends with benefits.

All of which Eijirou knew was not true.

He knew neither of them saw each other as more than friends and even though he knew Katsuki would never call Izuku a friend. They had come a long way.

They got along.

They worked well together.

And it just fucking made a part of Eijirou wander if Katsuki wouldn't have been happier with him. Maybe he would have been happier to have someone match his energy better rather than defend it. Someone who didn't hold him back.

Eijirou knew he was being ridiculous.

He took a breath and grabbed his phone.

Clicking the only contact that would help him and not mention how Eijirou's voice was off.

"Hey man, what's up?" Hanta picked up on the second ring.

Normally Eijirou would have called Mina to talk him down, she had always kind of been his friend that he called when he needed to rant. She always knew what to do even when dealing with an anxious gay like Eijirou.

But she also knew when his voice was off and did not want to be teased about how he was jealous because the media thought his husband slept with everyone but him. Which only made her laugh more since Katsuki came out as demisexual and Denki looked straight to Eijirou and saying that it all made sense now… which would have been fine but they weren't even dating then, though they were right.

"Uh, hey I just wanted to ask if you could talk me through that noodle recipe. Kats is working late and I wanted to surprise him with something… and to apologize for the smoky kitchen."

Hanta sighed. "Dude, you gotta stop trying to make eggs."

"I thought it would be easy this time," Eijirou muttered.

"You burnt the pan again, didn't you?"

Eijirou looked to the crip and burnt pan in the kitchen. "Not important, will you help me or not?"

"Sure, I don't need your husband trying to kill me for knowing that you were cooking by yourself."

Hanta talked him through the recipe going through step-by-step instructions even Eijirou could understand. Eijirou half just wanted someone to keep him company, someone who would get him distracted and not overthinking again about how Izuku made his husband laugh.

Eijirou didn't even know why it bothered him.

He liked Izuku.

He was his friend.

But if he had to watch him bump Katsuki's shoulder and the blond laugh at whatever he said he would be seeing red. And not in a good way.

"Add a lime wedge to the side, it will make it look fancy and it makes it taste so much better," Hanta muttered through the phone.

Eijirou did as he was told he cut the lime and added it to the side of the bowl plates they had and Eijirou had no idea what they were called.

"Awesome, thanks bro," Eijirou cheered.

The food looked edible this time. Nothing was on fire or burnt at the very least.

"Sure any time," Hanta muttered, unbothered. "Oh and if you talk to Mina before me tell her I found a new escape room place we should all check out soon."

"Oh that's great, I'll let her know if I talk to her before you," Eijirou nodded even if Hanta couldn't see him.

"Cool, Shoto just got here, I have to go. You all good?"

He knew Hanta, much like Mina would see right through him. However, Hanta would not push, he would ask and be up to talk but only if you wanted to.

"Yeah man, thanks," and with that Eijirou said bye before hanging up.

He turned back to the nightmare of the kitchen and scrambled to clean it up before Katsuki got home. He knew Katsuki would just re-do it when he got up in the morning because Eijirou did it "wrong" or something.

But anything would be better than how it looked at the moment.

He washed the dishes and put them away, made sure the noodles and/or soup he made he wasn't really sure which it was. It had soup in the name but he always thought of it more of a pasta dish over anything else.

Hanta called it: "Sopa de puta" so Eijirou just went with that. It was really easy to make, even if it came out a little salty but still edible.

The kitchen was mostly clean by the time the blond walked in, his hero costume through in the genkan.

He stripped naked as he made his way to the bathroom leaving a trail of his clothes behind him. Eijirou followed after him.

Katsuki left the bathroom door open and had the water on by the time Eijirou walked in.

"Rough day?" Eijirou asked.

"Fucking reporters are worse than the villains."

Eijirou took his clothes off, throwing them in the clothes basket before he joined his husband in the shower. He took the detachable shower head from Katsuki and started washing the blond's hair.

Katsuki let him.

His hair was much softer than Eijirou's, even in moments like now when he was scrubbing the dirt away and massaging in the conditioner.

Katsuki's back was pressed up against his chest, the blond relaxing into his touch and really Eijirou didn't know why he had been jealous earlier. Katsuki could talk and laugh with whoever.

Eijirou just didn't like when people touched what was his.

As soon as the thought processed he shook his head, that was toxic and very unmanly. He was too distracted to notice he accidentally sprayed water on Katsuki's face when he wanted to rinse out the conditioner.

"What the fuck asshole?!"

"Shit, sorry I zoned out," Eijirou was not going to think that just because he was married that he owned his husband.

That was beyond unmanly.

His husband was a human being.

He was an independent person who didn't need Eijirou but wanted him in his life. Anything other than doing the same would just be an unmanly way to think about him in such a possessive way.

Katsuki took the shower head and rinsed the rest of his hair before setting it back and turning to Eijirou.

"The fuck is up with you?"

Eijirou looked into red eyes familiar to his own. The same eyes he fell in love with. The same eyes he got to see shine in the sunset when it was just them and they were hiking. The eyes that he could see the start of crow's feet at the side because the blond laughed more and smiled more since meeting Eijirou.

"Nothing," Eijirou lied.

"Oh, so you just accidentally waterboarded me then?"

"What? No, I just—" Eijirou trailed off. He didn't want to think about any of this and he really did not want to tell his husband he was a possessive asshole. So, Eijirou shut the conversation the best way he knew how.

He leaned down and kissed him.

Katsuki was confused for a second but kissed him back. He wrapped his arms around Eijirou's neck as he opened his mouth.

They both fell into sync with each other like they did with everything else. Eijirou pushed him back to the tile wall and picked him up by the thighs. Katsuki wrapped his legs around him as he moaned into his mouth.

Eijirou smirked a little when he felt how hard his husband was already. He was hard because of him. Eijirou turned the shower off and didn't think about it as he stepped out and walked soaking wet to their bedroom.

"You're getting water everywhere!" Katsuki pulled back to yell.

"I don't care."

"You're going to get the bed soaking wet—so help me if you say: 'That's what she said' I will end you."

Eijirou bit back his comment and instead dropped Katsuki on their bed and before the blond could complain even more he leaned down and bit the side of his neck, the spot that shut Katsuki up every. single. time.

Katsuki let Eijirou roll him onto his stomach, the blond compliant as Eijirou reached over to their nightstand and grabbed the lube.

"Not that I'm complaining where this is going but what the fuck is up with—"

Eijirou cut him off by pressing a lubed-up finger in his cute little hole. He didn't take the time to warm the lube in his hand first, he needed to be in his husband and needed it now.

"That's cold asshole!"

But Katsuki was pushing his cute ass out anyway.

Eijirou stretched him open. Taking pleasure in the sounds that he got when he added more fingers, fucking him with three fingers, knuckles deep, Katsuki already moaning into the sheets.

"You gonna cry like that on my cock?" Eijirou whispered.

Katsuki clenched around his fingers and Eijirou almost moaned at the feeling on his fingers alone. He couldn't wait any longer. He pulled his fingers out, Katsuki whining at his action before Eijirou was slapping his ass.

Hard.

Hard enough that the red mark nearly appeared instantly.

"Yes, please give me your cock, Ei!" Katsuki cried out and Eijirou was fucking gone from that answer alone.

Eijirou couldn't help but feel pride in the words. He got up and grabbed his go-to dildo. One of the few that he got just as much pleasure from as Katsuki did. It was also one that fucked Katsuki the best.

He made quick work of strapping it on, using what looked a lot like a simple red jockstrap to keep it in place and he attached it to his own dick. Which with the help of being on testosterone for years helped him fit into the toy perfectly.

Eijirou coated his dick in lube, making sure it wouldn't actually hurt when he thrust into his husband.

He looked at the blond, face down in their bed.

His ass was marked red and pushed out perfectly ready for him.

And all Eijirou could think was that he was the one to see him like this.

Deku didn't see him like this.

No one did.

No one got to hear the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight begging to be fucked like a needy little whore.

"Ei please," Katsuki whined.

"You gonna be good for me?"

"Yes, yes, I'll be so good!"

"You gonna take my cock, Princess?" Eijirou asked. He ignored the soft gasp every time he called him that. But fuck. Eijirou loved it.

"Yes, give it to me!"

And Eijirou did.

Getting the cold lube and rubbing a small amount over Katsuki's hole. Spreading his ass cheek enough he spirt more lube, enough to have it run down his ass. He wanted messy. He wanted to see how the perfect Bakugou Katsuki came undone.

His pink little hole just begging to be fucked.

Eijirou couldn't help it.

He thrust into his husband with no mercy. He fucked him as he sobbed into the sheets. Fucking him until he was moaning his name like a prayer.

Leaning over him and gripping the sheets as he slammed back into him. The pressure building up quickly. As if he were back to being a teenager and getting to fuck the blond for the first time again. Though this time he was not nearly as awkward.

Eijirou grabbed Katsuki by the hips and pulled him back on his cock with each thrust. Pounding in him and losing himself in the feeling and the sounds that Katsuki made when he fucked him like this.

Katsuki's moans getting louder and louder, no doubt crying into the sheets at how he was being used so fucking well.

Eijirou knew just when the blond was about the cum and he pulled out just before he could. Letting go of him and ignoring the desperate whining sound his husband made.

"Ei please, no. Fuck me, fuck me, let me cum please!"

And really Eijirou could not fucking deny Katsuki anything. He flipped him back over onto his back. The head of the blond's cock dripping so well for him.

His face was red and just as he guessed, tear stains ran down his cheeks. Katsuki's lips were red from being bitten as Eijirou fucked him full.

"You will," Eijirou reassured him.

He leaned down a liked up the bead of pre-cum from his husband's dick. Before looking back up to the man. His eyes were closed and his legs were spread for him.

Eijirou plunged back into his ass without thought.

Katsuki grabbed the sheets as he cried out.

"Look at me when you come," Eijirou demanded.

"Eiji!" Katsuki opened his eyes looking right at him as Eijirou pounded into him hitting his prostate with a practiced thrust. He could feel the strapon rubbing up on his dick with each thrust. He was just as close to ready as soon as—the blond under him came with a scream.

Eijirou held his hips down as he arched his back, painting his abs white. That was all it took for Eijirou to follow soon after, thrusting a few shallow thrusts into the blond as he rode out his orgasm, letting the buzz take over him.

"I don't know what the fuck that was but, fuck, it felt good," Katsuki muttered after a minute.

Eijirou didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say without bringing up the fact he was being possessive and wanted to hear Katsuki moan out his name. He was still embarrassed as to why he was worked up in the first place.

Instead, Eijirou, pulled out, taking the strap off to clean later right now he had to do something that wasn't answering the questioning look the blond was giving him.

Katsuki sat up, wincing a little as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

"What?"

Eijirou shook his head. He did not want to say what it was. He was just being stupid. He knew that he would get over it at some point so why bother bringing it up? He just ignored the question and walked back to the bathroom to clean them both up. He might have gotten a bit carried away with the lube and he had some of Katsuki's cum on his torso.

However, the blond didn't let him get away with it. Katsuki might not have been the best for knowing how to emotionally comfort someone or the person who picked up on emotional comments in general but with Eijirou he always seemed to know when something was wrong or bothering him. Even when Eijirou hid behind his smile and tried to fake his cheerful personality.

Eijirou just turned the shower back on. It would just be easiest to shower again rather than just wiping them both down with a washcloth or something.

Katsuki pulled him into the shower with them.

Taking the time to press kisses across his skin. It was something Eijirou admitted he liked back in their last year in U.A. when he would have nightmares as a kid his Mama would always press soft kisses on his face, across his nose, his hands, his arms, it always made him giggle and forget about the nightmare enough to go back to sleep.

Katsuki started to kiss him like that when he didn't know how to comfort him.

Though Katsuki's kisses were much different from the innocent ones from his Mama when he was a kid. Katsuki kissed his neck, his wrists, and his hands, but he also fell to his knees and kissed his hips, and his thighs, and didn't hesitate to finally take Eijirou into his mouth.

Unlike before this was soft, comforting, as Katsuki sucked him off. It felt like home when Katsuki was soft like this. When he took Eijirou apart only minutes after he was railed into the mattress.

Eijirou came with a shutter as he balanced himself against the tile wall.

He would do anything for this man.

He was home no matter where Eijirou was, Katsuki was his home.

His person.

"I was jealous," Eijirou blurted out.

Katsuki stood up and pressed a kiss to his nose.

"Of what?"

Eijirou knew that he would never let him live this down if he told him, but he wanted to tell him. He needed to tell him.

"I was watching the news tonight—it's stupid," he muttered under his breath.

Katsuki grabbed him by the chin, making him look at him. They were nearly the same height still, Eijirou only growing slightly taller than the blond.

"I am not going to judge you," Katsuki reassured, honestly.

Eijirou took a deep breath and told him. "You laughed at something Izuku said and then he touched your arm and I just—"

Katsuki was laughing.

So much for not judging him.

Eijirou pulled back and Katsuki wiped a tear away which just seemed pointless since they were currently still in the shower.

"You wanna know what he told me?" Katsuki managed to get out still laughing a bit.

"No," Eijirou grumbled before nodding. "Yes."

"Which is it?" Katsuki asked, looking up at him too fucking softly.

He was so stupid for even feeling this way.

Katsuki sighed. "He said that it was a good thing you weren't there tonight—"

"Wow, I feel so much better. Thanks, Kats."

Katsuki chuckled again and shook his head. "Because then he would have to watch me glare at the Red Riot fangirls."

"The what?"

Katsuki rolled his eyes at him. Apparently taking the time to start washing them before the hot water ran cold.

"You are so oblivious."

"Again, thanks," Eijirou deadpanned.

"You don't see how they throw themselves at you every fight?" Katsuki scoffed.

Eijirou tilted his head. "Who?"

"Oh my god," Katsuki groaned.

He rinsed them both off before turning the shower off. Eijirou grabbed the towels they failed to use before and this time they dried off.

"Like the brunette that was all over you last week 'oh I don't know what I would have done' like just fuck off and die you desperate bitch."

Wait.

He wasn't saying what he thought he was saying.

Oh, dear god.

Eijirou smirked, putting the pieces together.

"So was that what the alleyway thing was about?" Eijirou asked.

And it must have been because Katsuki turned his favorite shade of red.

"We are both idiots," Katsuki groaned.

Eijirou kissed him.

"Yeah, but that's why we work so well together two idiots made for a great pair."

Katsuki chuckled. "I don't think that's how it works but whatever you wanna tell yourself."

They walked back to their bedroom quickly changing into a pair of boxers before ignoring the mess they made and walking out to the kitchen. Eijirou followed the blond only to watch him pause.

Eijirou had no idea how he knew.

The windows were closed after airing the kitchen out, the sink was clean, and the stovetop was even clean yet Katsuki turned to him with a confused look. "You made dinner?"

"I will buy a new pan tomorrow," Eijirou blurted out. Then regretted it because Katsuki probably just saw the two plate bowl things that sat on the counter and were covered with foil. Instead, Eijirou just ratted himself out. And had to go buy another expensive pan at the kitchen store he was a regular at, at this point.

"Ei, I love you but you are a hazard in the kitchen."

Katsuki kissed him anyway.

He microwaved their dinner and Eijirou grabbed them each a drink.

"Hanta helped with talking me through this—oh and we have plans for an escape room soon!"

Katsuki groaned. "I am not doing it if we are putting Denki in charge of the clues again."

"We didn't know he took an edible beforehand. He got the gummy bears confused."

"And I was stuck in a room with him because he locked us in somehow!"

Eijirou chuckled. "Fine, I will make sure you are in charge of the clues. But you can't just solve everything yourself—even if you're right."

"Deal."

They sat in the living room to eat, ignoring the news and instead watching one of the shows Katsuki watched. They were currently on season two of Bridgerton.

Eijirou took the dishes to the kitchen when they were done and washed them quickly. Katsuki came up behind him, wrapping his arms around him and melting Eijirou's fucking heart when he was comfortable enough to show affection. Katsuki was like a cat in how he showed his soft side. Having to have trust earned before he latched the fuck on to you.

"I know you said you didn't want to because I mean it's dangerous but—I want to, if you feel the same way about going public about us."

Eijirou rinsed the rest of the soap from his hand and turned around, Katsuki losing his grip but not letting go.

"I think it might be for the best."

"So you wanna?" Katsuki asked again.

"I'll scream from the roof that I'm a Bakugou now," Eijirou muttered kissing him on the nose.

Katsuki blushed and Eijirou couldn't help but kiss him again, this time on the lips.

"I have some ideas," Katsuki muttered pulling back.

"Oh, so you thought about it?" Eijirou asked, teasingly.

"Duh, why would I not? It was good to keep it a secret when we were new to being heroes and shit and didn't know how to protect our personal lives but I think now, fuck it, I want to tell everyone."

He kissed Katsuki again, short and sweet.

"I vote we leak a picture of our rings on our anniversary next week," Katsuki stated. "Then go on vacation for a week so we don't have to deal with the shitty reporters."

"Sounds good to me," Eijirou managed out before he was being pulled into a kiss.

"Love you, Kats—"

"Wait, which pan did you burn?"

Eijirou slipped out of his husband's arms and started running.

THE END