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m1ck3yys1lly · 5 months ago

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Sooo!! I made this last month, this silly little BkDk fic based on the song ‘My Girlfriend’ by TV Girl! It’s incomplete but hey, I don’t even know if I should finish it 🤷! It’s post-war and was made a few months ago, so not too caught up to date !! But, here we go! I hope you enjoy<3

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‘My Girlfriend’

“Izuku, you need to get out of bed. Go shower or something…” Katsuki spoke with a sigh, knowing the other wouldn’t listen to him anyways; why did he even try anymore? Oh right, it’s basically his job.

After the war, Izuku fell into this rut, this deep depression that took over his entire being after all the adrenaline wore off. After a few months, he stayed inside all day; as if he just gave up on being a hero. He never left his apartment, the one he and Katsuki shared now, never left bed even.

It was understandable, he went through it the worst. No one could ever understand the pain he went through; not even Katsuki himself. It’s been three years, probably longer, but they both found it easier not to count.

They both used to just lay in bed all day, wrapped in each other's arms to fend off the night terrors. Alcohol and food stains all over the bed and floor, clothes discarded and forgotten all over, not that they got dressed to go anywhere anyways; it was a mess. No one blamed them, they went through hell and barely made it back.

“Izuku, please.” Katsuki begged, moving to Izuku’s side of the bed, bending at his knees to meet the gaze of the other. It was almost routine, Katsuki bugging Izuku to do something and Izuku either complying after a while or being forced by Katsuki to get his ass up.

Izuku’s hand wormed its way to Katsuki’s face, caressing his cheek before tracing the large scar across his face. He had the option of healing the scar completely, Eri, once all healed up, jumped at the chance of being able to help more. But Katsuki said it was a reminder of their victory and strength; those words were Izuku’s, despite hating the scar himself.

“Let’s go, up, up,” The blond sighed, grabbing hold of the green haired boy and pulling him to sit up; getting a groan in return.

“A little longer?” Izuku requested, looking at Katsuki with pleading eyes.

“Shower. Now. I’ll start it, grab your clothes.”

Izuku sighed before he begrudgingly dragged himself out of bed, forcing himself to stand and move across the floor; paying no mind to the pillows and blankets spewn across it. He always says he’ll pick them up, make the apartment clean and do his half, but he never gets to that point.

Katsuki rolled his shoulders before bending down and messily tossing the fabrics back on the mattress, deciding to make it later Katsuki’s problem.

The attached master bathroom was beside the closet, where Izuku stood lazily grabbing whatever clothes he spotted, not caring whose they were or if they were clean or not. Clothes were clothes.

Katsuki pushed the bathroom door open and flicked on the light, blinking a couple times while adjusting to the light. He trudged to the shower, turning it on at the perfect temperature he knew Izuku liked.

He checked everything, making sure the soaps were full and everything was ready for him. There was a button beside the shower, one in every room; precautions set in place incase of emergency.

The buttons were simply there and attached to the wall if either Izuku or Katsuki needed the other if they were away, which was uncommon, but still necessary, at least in their own eyes. They had them installed during the second year, when Katsuki felt more productive and left Izuku’s side.

The water hit the ceramic in a rhythmic hum, making calming music. It was almost peaceful, their life together. Despite the night terrors and bottles of pills filling the cabinets, it was calm; as calm as life could be.

“You getting in too?” Izuku asked, grabbing Katsuki’s attention with his entrance. He just watched the other toss his clothes on the counter beside the shower carelessly.

“Can’t. Need to go over to pick up groceries from your mom,” Katsuki responded and ruffled the other’s hair.

Izuku’s hair was a story of its own. Once Izuku was in care, they had to shave it off; a buzz cut on Izuku was definitely an interesting look. Under any other circumstance, Katsuki would’ve teased the other relentlessly. But it did grow back slowly after, slowly but surely, and now, three years later, it was longer than before.

A humm erupted from Izuku in acknowledgment as he pulled off his shirt, tossing it carelessly into the already overfilled laundry basket. Katsuki took note of it for later.

“Cya,” Katsuki called, placing a peck on the other man’s cheek.

“Be safe,” Izuku replied, his eyes looking at Katsuki. They held such deep emotion, worry mostly, but it was all mixed up with his past traumas.

“Always am,” He called while exiting the room, sliding the door halfway closed.

Katsuki hummed a tune as he left the master bedroom, making his way down the hallway. Photographs lined the wall on both sides, an attribution from both their mothers.

The photographs were ones of each other and their families, pictures when they were little or ones during UA, they covered the walls, an attempt to make it feel more like a home. There were more around the house, along with paintings and bookshelves, and many other knick knacks.

Their apartment was decently sized, with two bedrooms, a full living space, a nice sized kitchen, two bathrooms, a closet for the washer and dryer, and dining space. It was large for the two of them, considering they spent most hours in the bedroom.

UA bought the whole building, a small gesture of thanks for, y’know, saving the continent from doom, so Izuku and him could do anything with the place. Inko lived in the apartment next door, unable to truly live far from her boy; it was already a lot that she wasn’t living in the apartment with them.

But truly, Inko did a lot for them. She bought groceries and clothes, in the earlier months she would come, along with Mitski and Masaru, to do laundry, make dinner, set up decor, make the bed, show the boys and dress them; their own personal caretakers. It was sweet, but once Katsuki was able to get out of his funk, at least a little, he started to do the chores around the house.

Katsuki opened the apartment door which lay next to the kitchen and living space, in the center of them both, the clear exit. Before, Izuku would have full blown panic attacks if Katsuki even suggested leaving the apartment. Even stepping in the halls was a painful experience for the younger. Getting Izuku to even start living in the building was a hassle, but now it was the only place he stayed. Katsuki was finally ‘allowed’ to leave now, Izuku knew he wasn’t going far and would be safe anyways.

The hall was wide, he could stretch both arms outward and wouldn’t be able to touch the walls, spacious and comfortable. The building was under Izuku’s name, funded by U.A., but under his name, they had the freedom to do whatever with it. It was their home.

Katsuki left the door cracked and walked around nine steps to Inko’s apartment, give or take. He lifted his arm up and gently knocked, letting his other mother know he was ready to grab the groceries she prepared.

“Katsuki!” The stubby lady happily spoke while opening the door. She immediately motioned him in, propping open the door and gazing behind him. No doubt looking to see if Izuku decided to come.

“He’s uh- showering,” Katsuki said in a grumble while entering. He couldn’t help but feel bad for her.

Inko smiled a smile, sad but nonetheless a smile. She left the door wide open, welcomingly.

“I’m glad you got that poor boy to take care of himself; who knows how he’d be without you.” She commented while entering her apartment.

Pictures everywhere, like his and Izuku’s apartment, but they mostly were pictures of Inko and her son. Her furniture was clean and matching all of the decorations, the curtains open, illuminating the room. It was warm, and the smell of a meal flooded his senses. It felt like a true home. Katsuki hoped his and Izuku’s apartment would feel like a home.

“You’re truly an angel, a blessing,” She continued, dragging Katsuki out of his reflections. She walked into the kitchen, readjusting the apron Katsuki just noticed her wearing, it was a soft cream color. “I’m forever grateful for you.”

Katsuki never knew what to say, she always spoke about this stuff, always talking about Katsuki as if he were some kind of saint.

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Katsuki juggled the containers, he declared he didn’t need her help, more than she already helped. After all she made them dinner, she said she accidentally made extra, but he knew it was a lie.

“‘Zuku, your mom made food come in he-“ the blond paused after kicking the door open, he figured the boy would’ve crawled back into bed, but there he lay on the couch, curled into a blanket while the tv screen buzzed.

Katsuki felt like a proud parent, like a father who hears his kid got the perfect grade or graduated from law school, something ridiculous like that. His smile was present in his face, wide and not hidden.

He placed the plastic containers down on the counter to his left, opening up the bags to unload the actual groceries into the fridge and cabinets.

“What’d she make?” Izuku asked, curiously from his spot perched up on the couch. He looked over with obvious interest.

“She said it was some kind of soup, can’t remember the name.” Katsuki replied, opening the fridge and placing the fruits in the crisper.

“Maybe it’s her potato soup,” Izuku replied with a hum, just imagining the food.

“Pretty sure that was it”, he replied, closing the fridge after putting all the items in. “She should sell the shit, it’s delicious.”

All he got was a hum in agreement, Izuku’s focusing shifting back to the screen. Katsuki didn’t mind, it gave him time to grab bowls and bread for the duo to eat. He moved swiftly but without urgency. Grabbing bowls and spoons from the cabinets. He poured the soup into the bowls before placing the rest of the container into the fridge for later.

Katsuki grabbed hold of both bowls, holding them both from the bottom. He made his way to Izuku’s side, handing him a bowl before plopping down on the couch himself.

“What we watching-?” He questioned before a frown plastered onto his face. “You’re not supposed to be watching the news, Izuku.”

He didn’t get a quick reply, green eyes trained on the screen as familiar faces were displayed. Heroes. Their classmates; the ones who made it and decided to still be heroes anyways.

“It’s just showing reruns, I wanted to see how everyone was.”

Katsuki just frowned at that answer. Sure, he wanted to see how the others were, they called weekly and kept each other updated; something Katsuki couldn’t have ever seen himself doing before this.

He didn’t argue or demand it be turned off, it was just reruns, some footage taken after the news showed it. What’s the harm?

Such a stupid question. The harm was Katsuki’s instinctual desire to go out there too, to fight and be a hero. He knew he and Izuku were recognized as heroes already, the saviors of Japan. But he wanted more, he wanted to live his dream.

On the rare occasion, he wanted to leave, to join his classmates and show the world who he was and what he stood for.

But he wasn’t even sure how he would start, where would he go? He couldn’t just jump out there and start fighting crime. He’d need an agency and so much more. It’d be too much of a hassle.

Katsuki slouched onto the couch. Either way, one look at Izuku convinced him otherwise. He couldn’t be a hero without him.

He wasn’t sure if Izuku wanted to pursue a hero career anymore. Mental professionals made it clear to not bring it up unless Izuku did first. Don’t push boundaries and make memories resurface, they said.

A kiss made its way onto a freckled cheek. Nobody was perfect, not himself, not Izuku. He was willing to wait until the world stopped spinning. And even then, if they never became heroes, just being together in peace would be okay too. They would have each other till the end of time, being alone wouldn’t be a fear anymore.

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“You need to slow the fuck down on drinking that. You’re going to get alcohol poisoning or some shit.” Katsuki snapped, grabbing the can from Izuku without room for protest.

It was one of his rough days, where Izuku refused to listen or do anything. All he did was lay in bed and drink, only getting up to use the bathroom or to grab another bottle. He was like a toddler during these times; Katsuki hated it.

The glare coming from the green haired male felt like daggers, but Katsuki wasn’t one to be a pushover, a couple dirty looks he could handle, even though he hated being the bad guy; especially to Izuku.

“I don’t give a shit that you’re pouting,” he said, his glare in return lacking any anger, it was more of a silent scolding.

He moved across the bedroom, avoiding a wet spot of spilled beer, making his way to the bathroom to pour the rest out; he would’ve drank the rest himself, but then he’d be a hypocrite, so he resisted.

Izuku was mumbling some slurred and annoyed shit he’d probably regret later, Katsuki didn’t mind. Izuku was an angry drunk, swearing more and cursing out Katsuki until he started bawling and curling into his arms. The worst of it was when he would start screaming, pointing blame and being a total bitch. Katsuki just let him. He took any and all punches, verbal and physical.

Flicking off the bathroom light and returning to the bedroom, Katsuki placed the empty glass bottle on the night table. He took a seat on the bed beside Izuku…

And that’s all Mickey has to share today!! <3 !

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