Where Kacchan thinks they're married, but they really aren't.
They both stumble into Izuku's apartment after one of those pro-Hero parties. Izuku, being the more coherent and more sober one, fumbles for the switch.
He chucks off his own shoes by the entrance. He'll remove Kacchan's too because knowing the only love of his life, the blond will probably set it on fire because he can't remove it himself.
Kacchan's body is a lightweight when it comes to breaking down alcohol--he's always been.
Meanwhile, Izuku just simply outdrinks everybody. Must be because of OFA or something, or the other.
They barely get past the entrance and Kacchan flops down immediately on the floor, almost completely passing out. He better not throw up there, Izuku just got it cleaned this morning.
"Ngghhh... I am Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight!!" He shouts at the floor. Izuku bites his lips to suppress his laugh, but the slight alcohol buzz in his system is making every single thing hilarious.
Yep, Kacchan's gonna have a terrible hangover tomorrow.
With his own shoes off and giggling to himself, Izuku peels the mighty Mr. Dynamight off the floor to take him to bed.
As soon as Izuku deposits him on the bed, Katsuki snuggles his face on Izuku's pillow. God, Izuku would do anything and everything for this man. It's a good thing they're both on the same, good side.
Anyway, they'd better get sleeping. Izuku starts removing Kacchan's shoes but the blond kicks him off weakly, "Get the fuck off me, I'm married to Deku. Ya know him? He's a bad-ass motherfucker and he'll kick your ass! DIEEE!!"
"Kacchan, it's me, you idiot." Both shoes are now off. Izuku gets up from the bed and puts them away.
"Deku?!!" His voicealthough incredulous, softens a little, "Come here! It's hug time....!" Kacchan rolls on the bed, to lie on his back and stretches out open arms at Izuku.
It takes so much effort for Izuku not to jump him right now. Izuku's face grows warm and so does probably the rest of him, "You know we're not married, right?"
"What?! YOU DIVORCED ME?" Sparks start igniting on Kacchan's palms, "DEKU! WHO the fuck coerced you into unjestifiable marriage?!? WHO?! I'll fucking explode them!"
"No, you won't." Izuku puts a tiny, little bit of OFA to his own palm as he gently weaves his and Kacchan's fingers together. He brings one scarred hand to this beautiful face and kisses Kacchan's knuckles.
It'd be very convenient if Kacchan will not set his bed on fire. "Get some sleep, Kacchan."
"...kay, but you didn't divorce me, right?"
"No, babe." Izuku grins and brushes Kacchan's hair up to place a kiss on his forehead.
"Good." Katsuki groggily mumbles against Izuku's chest. Soon, his chest rises and falls as he falls asleep.
But Izuku lies there, his chin on top of of his boyfriend's chest and watches him breathe, with a small smile on his face.
He can't wait to spend every waking moment of his life with Katsuki. Soon, he'll be brave enough to ask him.
Izuku stares at the bottom-most drawer on his bedside table, where a black velvet box quietly lies in wait.
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