#i actually wanted to wriite a v'day fic and put it on ao3

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Quick Valentine's bakudeku drabble/flashfic or whatever you like??? 🙏🏽

Katsuki couldn’t believe it. 

At least, he wanted to not believe it. He believed it so much that it circled right around to being unbelievable again. 

He didn’t believe it as he listened to the concerned operator on the other side of the phone giving him the news, he didn’t believe it even as he agreed to their terms and got himself a plane ticket, he didn’t believe it as he waded through traffic and the congestion on the airport. 

Despite that high school was long out of the picture for the both of them, Izuku had gone and broken a bunch of his bones fighting a Villain on a nearby island. On Valentine’s Day. 

Great. 

It would have been annoying enough but Katsuki had become a hot item, him taking a plane on Valentine’s Day raised eyebrows and questions, despite a hat and sunglasses, people still pointed and the name “Ground Zero” bounced in the air. 

At twenty-five, Katsuki had gotten good at avoiding most of the press. It was easier to ignore them entirely than try to talk to them in the slightest. Izuku always wanted to talk, always put himself closest, but it took forever and Katsuki really didn’t have the time or patience. It was Valentine’s Day. 

“Going on a romantic getaway?” One asked.  

That question caught Katsuki; he wished that were the reason that he brushed them off to board a plane to a tropical island. He wished Izuku had the mental capacity to think that far ahead. Truthfully, Katsuki would be surprised if Izuku even remembered it was Valentine’s Day. 

Katsuki had always kept track of their anniversaries and special occasions, with their busy schedules, Izuku remembered two or three days late every time. He remembered suddenly, it was almost cute how he would be sitting in their kitchen casually eating dinner and then he’d nearly throw his chopsticks and exclaim what date it was and what he’d forgotten. It was cute, but Katsuki had taken over their schedule and would simply remind Izuku in the hopes that it wouldn’t happen. 

Katsuki hadn’t seen him in almost a week. Izuku had been overseas and slowly working his way back to Japan. He had been helping in crises and natural disasters because he was simply invited to help; Izuku had a hard time turning them down. 

But it left Katsuki, with his own pro-Hero life and busy schedule, leaving texts and voicemails after Izuku’s cheerful “leave a message after the tone!” that hadn’t changed in almost ten years. 

Katsuki wished it was a simple getaway, that they were leaving the reporters and their lives behind. That it was Valentine’s Day and that they simply got to treat it as Valentine’s Day. 

Izuku hadn’t gotten taken down too far from Japan and Katsuki was a bit happy that the sun was still up when the car Izuku’s parent-company had sent brought him to a large building that was as quiet as the island. 

At least there weren’t any reporters, Katsuki thought as he went inside of the building. 

He stated his business almost immediately, nearly shouting it at the staff as a demand to point him in the right and fastest direction. Instead, they pointed him right to Uravity who was still in costume. 

“Oh, you’re finally here!” She said. 

Katsuki looked into the empty hospital rooms, “Where is he?” 

“They put him in a private room,” she replied as she started to walk him down the hallway, “Ya know, for the publicity.” 

“Finally, someone with some decency,” he replied as he followed her. 

At least it would be quiet, he thought as he went with her through a set of doors and down another hallway. She told him an elaborate story of how Izuku got hurt but Katsuki didn’t need to hear it. He knew Izuku too well; Izuku had gotten in the way of some innocent person getting hurt and bitten off more than he could chew. Katsuki didn’t need to hear all the details of just how Izuku was hurt unless it was particularly clever. 

Given how calm the staff and Ochacko were, it wasn’t particularly new or clever. Some broken bones, maybe a concussion, some cuts and bruises. He’d be fine in a few weeks after Katsuki brought him back to their apartment. 

He was already planning the food and how Katsuki would get out of his own responsibilities at his own parent-company. They had long ago decided to go with different Hero companies but it caused problems with evening out their schedules. Some people knew the extent of their relationship, others thought they were simply good friends, others thought they hated each other. Katsuki never cared to correct them but it still caused problems. 

He went over lists and people that could cover for him as he blindly followed Ochako through the building and through the hallways to Izuku’s room. 

Rather than a room, Katsuki knew something was up when he saw that there was hardwood beneath his feet rather than the tile he had been seeing beneath his sneakers. 

It prompted him to look up and see that he was standing in an encased deck that stretched out toward the ocean. They were encased from the harsher winter temperatures by bolted-in pieces of plastic that made Katsuki feel like he was in a tube rather than at the edge of the ocean. 

Ochako giggled slightly before she turned around and went around him. 

Katsuki started to stop her but his eyes jutted down to the end of the dock. It came to an end where a makeshift room was glowing softly by pink neon and candlelight. Katsuki felt out of place when he saw Izuku stand up from a table and look at him, a smile on his lips. 

“What the fuck?” Katsuki said. 

“Surprise!” Izuku held out his hands. 

Katsuki turned to look at Ochako but found that she was just leaving through the door they came from. He looked around the beach, seeing that it was a cove that gave them a natural privacy screen to the rest of the island. 

Katsuki looked back around the dock, seeing the pink, white, and red decorations, Izuku was in a suit that was somehow lazy but Katsuki liked it.

Izuku’s smile wavered, his eyes looked over Katsuki before he slowly lowered his arms. 

Katsuki walked toward him and set his duffle bag down on the dock. “You’re not broken?” 

“Oh, no,” Izuku chuckled and patted down his lapel nervously; he had washed up well, he was cleanly shaved, his hair was tamed and combed slightly back, he had gotten it cut since Katsuki had last seen him. “I knew you’d believe it if I got beaten up again,” he explained with a nervous chuckle. 

Katsuki looked around the dock that had become a makeshift room. He could hear, see, smell, and feel the ocean but with none of the consequences of sitting out on it. The sun was halfway down the horizon, giving the ocean a golden sparkle that matched well with the candlelit dinner that was full of Katsuki’s favorite. 

“What the fuck?” Katsuki repeated, looking directly at Izuku. 

Izuku knitted his hands together, “Ah,” he tried to smile but it wasn’t working, “I was worried you’d be upset…You’re not the biggest fan of surprises after all but we hadn’t seen each other in so long ‘cause of our mismatched schedules and I couldn’t return to mainland Japan until tomorrow but it’s Valentine’s Day and a friend I’ve made here said that we could use his dock and make his vacation house to look like a hospital and Uraraka agreed to help call and then my friend called you and then you were on a plane and–”

“I don’t like surprises,” Katsuki said. 

Izuku looked down slightly, “Yeah.” 

“I don’t like being worried about you.” 

He wrung his hands, “Yeah…” 

“You’re tired,” Katsuki could see how freshly cleaned Izuku was, the haircut was to makeup for the fact that he had been working for seven days straight. 

He paused, “You…You’re not happy,” he hummed nervously. He started to move and shuffle things useless on the table, it was a nervous habit of his and he started to ramble off his apologies and his reasons for making it a surprise despite that he knew Katsuki didn’t like surprises. 

“Izuku,” Katsuki said. 

Izuku stopped moving, he looked up at him with surprise. 

Katsuki dropped his bag and reached out to Izuku’s face with both of his hands. He could feel the aftershave still fresh on his skin. It was all last minute but the gesture was too grand. Even though Katsuki wasn’t normally the type to like it, he liked it. 

He kissed Izuku hard and deeply. Katsuki hadn’t realized how lonely his mouth had gotten until it was put on Izuku’s. His lips tasted fresh and new and Katsuki felt like he couldn’t get enough. Izuku tried to keep up with the change of pace but it wasn’t too long until Izuku’s knees were buckling and Katsuki had to let go just to let him breathe. 

Izuku was bright red, his eyes were wide, his hair slightly askew. 

“I’m happy,” Katsuki corrected as he moved to the other placemat and sat down at the table. 

Izuku put down the plate and fork he had picked up in his nervous shuffling before he settled down into the chair. Izuku picked up Katsuki’s plate and started to put food into it, Katsuki laughed as Izuku couldn’t portion things right or keep everything from mixing together. 

“You’re awful at this,” Katsuki said when Izuku put the plate down. 

“That’s ‘cause you never let me do it at home!” Izuku replied as he started to plate his own food. 

“That’s because you’re awful at it.” 

Izuku looked at him sharply, “Are you happy or not?” 

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Katsuki replied with a smile, Izuku settled down once again and so Katsuki added: “You still suck at plating food.”

Izuku’s hand thumped to the table as he looked at Katsuki. As his hand moved, he didn’t remember to let go of the spoon he was holding and when it hit the table, the food sprung off of its end and splashed onto Katsuki’s face and chest. 

There was no time to move out of the way before the food planted itself on him. Katsuki moved back from the table and took a moment to be stunned. 

In that moment, Izuku started laughing. It was childlike but honest, he had to put his head down he started laughing so hard he was almost snorting. 

“Fuckin’ A,” Katsuki swore as he used one of the pink and white napkins to brush the food off of his hoodie onto the ground. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Izuku said through his giggles; every time he looked at Katsuki, he only started to laugh more. 

Katsuki rolled his eyes as he leaned over the table to take Izuku’s napkin to clean up his face. After a moment of wiping, Izuku leaned over and pulled a piece of chicken from Katsuki’s hair. 

“I love you, Kacchan,” Izuku said. 

“Aren’t you supposed to say ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ first?” Katsuki replied. 

“Oh,” Izuku giggled and nodded, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Kacchan, I love you.” 

Katsuki’s heart had a fit of delight. Izuku tossed around the phrase so often that Katsuki had almost grown deaf to it. But with Izuku’s smile so bright and his tan skin alive with the golden glow of the sun, the candlelit dinner and nearly ludicrous decorations, Katsuki truly felt loved. 

“That’s it, nerd, I’m shutting you up,” Katsuki took ahold of Izuku’s face and braved the fire to kiss him again. 

Katsuki couldn’t believe how much he loved him. 

#bakudeku #kastudeku #bakudeku fic #valentines day #bkdk valentines day #long post #this turned out LONGER THAN I THOUGHT #and i wrote this in one go so please take it nicely #i actually wanted to wriite a v'day fic and put it on ao3 #maybe i'll use this and write more on it and post a little bit more later tonight hmmmmmmmmmm #they're dumb and GAY and BOYFRIENDS !!!!!!!!! #anon #thank u for this wonderful suggestion #i hope you enjoy it #along with your valentine's day