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Necessity the mother of invention🙂‍↕️

Robin Williams saying "poetry. beauty. romance. love. these are what we stay alive for."

Students don’t need chromebooks and AI tutors, they need Shakespeare and Jane Austen and the Greek myths, they need the Arthurian Legends and the Arabian Nights, they need constant exposure to nature, fairytales, folklore, poetry and beauty.

To stand beside Katsuki. Izuku doubted he could ever go back to the way it was before. Before Katsuki.

Izuku was not going to survive the deadline of their contract marriage.

*You’re gonna be the death of me, Midoriya Katsuki.*

This carefree, unbridled joy and amusement. And he wanted to be the reason Katsuki laughed.

He wanted to hear it again.

And in that moment, Izuku knew he had royally fucked up.

There was no way he was surviving the year after Katsuki left him. He had gotten a taste of what it felt like.

He stayed out of Katsuki’s way, avoiding him, watching him from the window. Watching him thrive when Izuku wasn’t around. He didn’t want to be the reason Katsuki’s smile dropped. He didn’t want Katsuki to look at him like that, with fear and disgust.

He wanted this laugh.

The house felt lived in, the radio humming retro songs, Katsuki singing along. He was a terrible singer but he sang with all his heart.

Izuku would often stay outside the apartment, waiting for Katsuki to go to bed, before slipping in.

The brighter part of life that Izuku had lost with the business. In the two months of marriage, Izuku had gotten used to Katsuki’s presence in his life. The house no longer smelled stale, filled with the smell of stew and oranges.

In all honesty, Izuku had forgotten what it was like to laugh after all these years in the underbelly of the city, knee deep in politics and bloodshed.

Katsuki’s laughter felt like the first rays of sunlight of spring that melted the snow. A feeling he wanted to keep locked away, just for him.

“You, are something, Midoriya.” He laughed, the adrenaline catching up to him.

Izuku stared. He didn’t know the blond could let out such a delightful sound.

He looked at the most powerful man of Japan, pouting in front of him like a kid being scolded, and for the first time in the two months of their marraige, Katsuki laughed.

Izuku was startled, watching the blond throw his head back, gasping for breath as he clutched his ribs, wheezing in laughter.

decently to look sheepish, not meeting Katsuki’s eyes as he rubbed his neck. “Well I didn’t want a breach of contract. I’m supposed to keep you out fo the mafia business and I should honour my end of the deal.” He mumbled.

The tight knot of fear in Katsuki’s chest unravelled slowly.

Katsuki felt the dread pool in his stomach as he realised just how much of the city was under Midoriya’s control.

“So….” He tried to ignore the fear suffocating him. “This is your way of apologising? Sleeping on hospital floors and offering to traumatise those who look at me wrong?”

Izuku had the

forgiveness and protection from Izuku, the goons heerded away by Aizawa for a proper Midoriya-style warning.

Katsuki turned to his husband, who had casually tortured four people on a weekday, in an amusement park, in the heart of the city.

The goons bowed their heads, joining their hands in front of Katsuki. “Oh my god we’re sorry Midoriya-sama. We’ll never bother you again.” With a jolt Katsuki realised they were addressing him as Midoriya-sama.

Katsuki won’t lie, he felt disturbed yet oddly…..powerful when they pleaded for

Izuku strode forward, catching the ringleader by his collar, the one who had put his hands on Katsuki, throwing him at the blond’s feet.

“Apologise. Now.” Izuku commanded, voice low and dangerous. That he wouldn’t repeat himself.

with the constant screams, the bright lights and the stench of alcohol and fire, getting to him. “Alright fine, fine. I’ve had my fill. My head hurts, I want to leave. Get this over with.”

Izuku regarded him before gesturing to the henchmen to extinguish the fire and unstrap the goons.

Izuku’s fingers loosely wrapped around his wrist. Not forceful, but a request. To stay.

“Katsuki, this will scare them enough to leave you alone, you need to be here. Otherwise these two bit goons are gonna attack you again and the cycle will just continue.”

“I….”Katsuki’s head starting spinning

him, ushering him to the bench. “Don’t worry they won’t die. Atmost second degree burns and possible cardiac arrest.”

“I…..stop this, I don’t like all this….the contract explicitly mentions that I don’t want to be involved in any of this mafia shit. Let me go.” Katsuki moved to leave, stopped by

it.”

“Get them down, or punish them someplace away from me!”

“I’m not punishing them, I’m respecting your wishes. You didn’t want revenge. This is just a warning.” Izuku stared at the screaming goons with cold eyes. “They don’t touch what’s mine.”

Before Katsuki could retort, Izuku was beside

“What the fuck, stop that!” Katsuki shrieked, Izuku munching on popcorn, watching the spectacle and Katsuki’s crash out with mild amusement.

“Don’t worry.” Izuku smirked. “It’s a circus trick, the ferris wheel was doused in alcohol. The flames won’t touch them. It’s just that they don’t know

the entire situation and nodded at one of his henchemen who gave him a thumbs up before throwing a lighter next to the ferris wheel, the entire metal frame going up in flames. The goons let out a blood curdling scream, begging and sobbing to let them go, throat hoarse from all the screaming.

and Izuku and back to the ferris wheel. “Get them down!”

“No.” Izuku deadpanned, sitting on the bench, gesturing at Katsuki to sit beside him. “They touched a Midoriya. They’ll suffer the consequences. You don’t play with fire and then cry when it burns.”

Izuku didn’t give Katsuki time to porcess

The goons that had beaten up Katsuki.

Katsuki whipped his head, Izuku casually lighting up a cigarette. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Oh sorry did you want one?” Izuku offered him a cigarette, Katsuki appalled at the nonchalance he carried himself.

“N-NO!” Katsuki pointed to the ferris wheel

fingers, the ferris wheel lighting up on Izuku’s command. Katsuki jerked, wincing as the bright light suddenly pierced his eyes, the tell tales of a headache starting. “What in the—” Katsuki’s words trailed off as he recognised the four figures strapped to the ferris wheel.

I don’t kill people on a whim.”

Izuku turned to face him. “Terrible use of freewill.” Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I’m not gonna kill them just…..instil the fear of god in them.”

Katsuki looked confused. “What?”

Izuku’s eyes didn’t stray from Katsuki as he raised his hands and snapped his

Katsuki didn’t bother asking him, not in the mood to be answered in riddles.

“I’ve found the people who attacked you.” Izuku started conversationally.

“Rule No. 2, husband.” Katsuki drawled, sarcastically. “I don’t care for your dealings and what you do. I’m not mafia like you.

“Where exactly are we?” Katsuki asked as they reached the place, Izuku already waiting for him.

Aizawa shrugged. “I guess you’ll find out soon enough.”

Izuku led him towards the amusement park down the block, suspiciously empty for a Friday night.

“Where?”

Izuku perked up, surprised at Katsuki cooperating and schooled his face into a blank, neutral expression. “I’ll send Aizawa to pick you up.”

Katsuki exhaled sharply. He never got a straight answer from Izuku, and it didn’t look he was starting anytime soon.

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the table, uninterested. “I don’t want to be seen outside with you. I don’t need another Mafia gang beating me up again.” He said harshly, feeling awful when Izuku flinched with guilt. He had really tried to keep him away from it. And had honoured the contract all this while. Katsuki sighed.

“Can you come with me today? At 7 pm?”

Katsuki knocked an eyebrow. “Is that an order?”

“It’s a request.” Izuku said softly. “A reimbursement for what you went through if you will. I didn’t honour my side of the contract. I had promised you wouldn’t be dragged into the turf wars.”

Katsuki cleared