Ai Frost

my first #bkdk fic- please enjoy some domestic fluff (and the usual squabbles)

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Aka Zuku and Kacchan being a happy, healthy couple that they become the best version of themselves.

Love my babies so much

People thought Izuku and Katsuki have been together for so long, that they've adopted each other's traits.

Little they know, that's not even the case. Izuku has always been Izuku, Katsuk has always been Katsuki. There's just some sides they reserved to their loved ones.

Izuku became more daring to voice his discomfort, even to the point showing he's angry. His mirthful jade eyes turns cold, his lips turns into a straight line, even a scowl sometimes.
But Izuku's anger isn't full of explosion like Katsuki's... not if its not needed anyway.

Katsuki became soft spoken more often, saying "sorry" and "thank you" (even tho begrudgingly most of the time). His expression lacking that scowl that used to adorn his face. But he still cuss the shit out of everything.
That's what difference him from Izuku.

#bkdk #dkbk #ktdk #bkdkbk

Ever since people know they're together, they noticed there's a lot of Izuku in Kacchan, and a lot of Kacchan in Izuku

The fact that the both of them are so in sync with one another, made them influence each other in terms of personality

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#bkdk #ktdk
Nsfw, Omegaverse, Hurt and comfort
4k words

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Izuku won't be alone as long as Katsuki's here, and so is otherwise.

Izuku hums in content before accepting his boyfriend's kiss, his worries melting away. To have such perfect partner, oh Izuku felt so lucky to be alive.

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End.

And he knew Kacchan more than anything—if there's something he learned from opening a booth together with Katsuki, it's their renewed promise that they'll do everything together, no one's getting left behind, they'll go hand in hand.

having your closest person, your lover, your whole world who you're holding inside your palm, giving words of encouragement felt more than enough for Izuku to handle everything.

Such convoluted thought, such complex problem in Izuku's mind, who would've thought the answer was a simple brute force of strong will. Of course it's not as easy as said, but still,

Izuku's audible gasp didn't make those carmine eyes falter.

"You don't need to give up on something you love. Doesn't that just mean more reason for you to fight for it?"

"There's no need for it," Katsuki gets up to look at his green doe eyes, "You love doing it, so there's no need for you to stop."

"But-"

"Izuku," the blond shushed his boyfriend with caressing his freckled cheek, "If you love something, it'll come back to you."

"But I have so much on my plate. After the con, I should've put this aside," Izuku huffs, "I should stop thinking about it."

Guilt starts bubbling up, rumbling in his chest, accusing himself in his mind.

Katsuki hums, still busy nuzzling to his lover's neck, deft fingers mindlessly caress Izuku's sides. "There's always another time."

"... Does that mean I have to stop now?"

"That depends. But you don't need to."

"I..." Izuku tried, despite melting into a puddle from all the affection Kacchan's giving to him. He sighs when the kiss trails down to his nose, cheeks, lips, and neck, peppering down in adoration. "I just feel depressed because it's over, I guess," he winced, thinking how lame that description was

"What's wrong?" Katsuki asked again, swiping the bushy green hair away to place a kiss on his boyfriend's forehead.

Katsuki grunts as he lift his boyfriend up, dragging them to a more comfortable position without breaking the playful small kisses they got into, fighting about who could give kisses the most. Izuku can only giggle, both in affection and the ticklish feeling as warm hands grips his sides.

But Katsuki swoops in and connects their lips. A peck to pull his nerd from the world above, before both of them melts into a deeper kiss, hands slowly tangle into each other.

His mouth falls agape, before closing again. His mind became more muddled each second he tries to form a sentence to describe what's going on inside him.

Izuku sighs again, opening his mouth before immediately closing it again. What he felt is beyond words. It's not that he doesn't believe Kacchan would understand, but rather he doesn't believe himself in explaining something that he even can't figure out.

"'Zuku?" Katsuki finally gets up, his body felt creaking as he hover above the grenette, "What's wrong, baby?"

There's a lot to think of, a lot occupying his mind, but the twinge of pain in his heart is still there.

Izuku sighs. It shouldn't even be in his mind right now, he should've think more about his students and the civilians, taking notes about how many villain encounters he had each day, how can he help his students develop their quirk, and so on.

Have the urge to think about a new concept, but always toss it out for thinking it's not good enough. Always grasping something, in a rush for something, when the main event is already over.