Thread by @amarisllis

#bkdk #fluff with a tiny bit of #angst 🧡💚

It started out as a joke.

It was a random Tuesday, in the middle of winter, when Kacchan hugged Izuku upon his return from a long mission and wound up nearly knocking them both over when he tripped over their entryway’s shoe rack.

Izuku joked that Kacchan was just too happy to see him, and Kacchan blushed scarlet and muttered that he was just glad he wasn’t dead. Izuku smiled, tucked a stray piece of hair behind Katsuki’s ear, and said that Kacchan could tackle-hug him as much as he wanted.

After that, it became a running gag between them. Kacchan would practically fall all over Izuku in their apartment at random moments, blaming the lateness of the hour or his tiredness or a stray object on the ground. He would topple ungracefully into Izuku’s arms after long,—

grueling missions, muttering that he was just tired and sore, even when Izuku could feel him shaking.

Kacchan has always been hesitant with affection, always shy about expressing himself and feeling the need to mask it with violence or brush it off.

Izuku doesn’t know how to tell him that he doesn’t need to, that he can give affection as freely as he wants, but he’s made it his mission to try and let Kacchan know somehow, through his actions and gestures and everything he does.

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Today has been a long day.

Today, Izuku has been on his feet constantly, running from disaster to disaster with barely a moment to breathe. He’s been chasing down a ring of villains that’s proven harder to capture than he thought, and by the time he makes it home he’s utterly, completely exhausted.

Go figure that today is Kacchan’s day of rest, mandated by their agency and the hero commission when he had gone weeks without taking a single day for himself.

By the time Izuku stumbles into their apartment, it’s nearly midnight, and he has blood dripping from multiple cuts—

all over his body. None of them are very deep, but they all sting, sending tiny pinpricks of pain shooting up and down his limbs. His vision is slightly blurry from when he was tossed into a wall or two, and he feels the tender aches from what will for sure be bruises tomorrow—

morning.

It’s the worst day he’s had in a while, and he wants nothing more than to collapse onto their bed and fall asleep.

Dimly, he stares at their living room, having just enough time to wonder vaguely why the lights are still on before something collides hard with his aching body.

Izuku is immediately on alert, but the tiny groan against his ear coupled with the bulky arms wrapping around—

his neck give away that it’s *Kacchan* who’s just launched himself at him without preamble. For a moment he just hangs on Izuku awkwardly, but then he *jumps,* strong legs wrapping around Izuku’s waist and lips pressing tiny kisses against Izuku’s neck.

For a moment he can only stand there, blinking dumbly as he registers what’s happening. But a moment later he smiles, letting out a small whine of his own as he hugs Kacchan back. It makes the pain evaporate, like it’s all been washed away by Kacchan’s presence, and Izuku smiles—

as he squeezes a little harder.

“Kacchan,” Izuku mumbles, pulling back so that his lips hover near his boyfriend’s cheek. “Wha–”

“Shut up,” he bites back. Only the words sound quiet and timid instead of hard and angry. And then… “Saw the news. Was worried.”

*Oh.* Something warm floods Izuku’s system at that, and he can’t help but kiss his way towards Kacchan’s lips. Izuku can’t see his eyes from here, but he can guess at how they look: scared, shy, and open when they’re usually so good at hiding how he really feels.

Izuku’s hand threads through Kacchan’s hair, his smile wide against his lips. He can’t quite stifle the laugh that escapes. “Did you trip over something else this time?” he jokes, poking Kacchan’s ribs.

Kacchan says nothing for a long time, and Izuku worries he spoiled the moment. But a minute later, Kacchan’s head tilts upwards so their eyes meet, and Izuku can see the happy, bright, downright *tender* expression there as Kacchan shakes his head almost imperceptibly.

“Missed you,” he mumbles quietly, just before their lips meet. “Love you. Glad you’re home.”

Izuku *melts,* nearly dropping Kacchan on the ground as Kacchan kisses him hard enough to make his knees weak.

Kacchan isn’t always so open with his affections, but when he is, Izuku feels like the luckiest man in the world.

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🧡💚 the end!!!! I've been writing so much angst lately that i was in the mood for something fluffy lol

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