Chapter Text
Nine years ago...
“Zuku, it’s fucking fine!”
The shorter boy completely ignored him. He was so engrossed with whatever he was fucking looking at on the computer. Been that way for the last three hours. Katsuki sighed, laying back on his bed. His face and wrists still hurt from the damn muzzle and cuffs he was put into.
It wasn’t his damn fault that that stupid bastard didn’t put his all in the fight and just gave him the win. Katsuki was never one for handouts. Fuck! He could barely accept his own damn boyfriend doing things for him.
The stupid sports festival was a disaster.
Midnight knocked him out and fucking chained him to a cement pole with a damn muzzle. No one would have known—maybe All Might—that he wasn’t a feral asshole that was out to kill Icyhot. No. He was having a damn panic attack. Unable to talk and locked in place brought him back to the sludge villain which brings him here.
A very pissed off boyfriend.
Izuku was a damn cinnamon roll... well, that was until All Might was a dick but that’s a story for another day. The said cinnamon roll was busy typing away on his computer, scrolling through his phone and writing in his notebook.
“Baby... come hold me.” He grumbled. The green curls flew away from his freckled face as he looked over him with worried emerald eyes.
Izuku was shorter by at least four inches but no matter what, he found a way to hold. The greenette stood from the desk chair and made his way over to the bed. “I-I’m sorry, Kachan.” Stutters, mumbles, rambles.
Three things he secretly loved about Izuku.
He grunted slightly when Izuku climbed onto his chest, wrapping his arms around him tightly. “I’m going to fix this. I’m going to ruin every hero that does wrong by Japan. Anyone that neglects to protect. Starting with UA.
“I’ll burn the world for you, Katsuki.”
Katsuki looked up from the hero mask he was holding in his fingers. He kept that promise. Izuku worked his ass off. Kicking down anyone that stood in his damn way. Putting the heroes in their place. Making sure Japan was safe without being on the front lines.
Izuku was the Commissioner.
The one that writes his damn paycheck... now that’s fucking sexy.
The greenette walked out of the walk-in closet wearing light gray slacks and a pastel pink shirt. “Kachan, I have a late meeting tonight so I won’t be home until eight.” He said as his fingers buttoned the cuff into place on his wrist.
“Tch. Who with this time?”
“Hawks, of course.” He chuckled, “That man can’t get enough of me, I guess.” Izuku grew up a lot over nine damn long years. That bastard even came to rescue him when he was kidnapped at the training camp and no hero could touch him because he was quirkless which meant he didn’t break any laws. The nerd started to train with him after that. Well, he fucking demanded it. If he was going to be stupid then he was going to be ready to fight back.
It took a few years for him to caught up to Katsuki and ever since he’s been easily moving through their work outs and the damn nerd even sparred with him. Now Izuku was a brickhouse with an amazing ass and killer thighs. A chest chiseled to perfection and arms that could rip a shirt if he flexed.
“You got your gun?” He asked, giving him a long once over before shoving the mask in his duffle bag. “Wallet? Keys?”
Izuku rolled his eyes playfully, “Yes, yes and yes. My bag is packed and I grabbed the bento from the fridge. I have everything I need.”
Katsuki smirked, “Sometimes you forget shit.” The greenette stick his tongue out as he clipped the gun onto his waist band. “Eyebags doing a good job? He protecting you an shit?”
“Yup. He barely lets me pee by myself.”
“Baby, you are a very liked man but people want you dead.”
Izuku tilted his head and raised an eyebrow, “Is that not the same for you? I believe I heard you getting death treats after the last mission.”
“Shut the fuck up! That wasn’t even my fault!” Standing to his feet, he walked over to Izuku and growled lightly. “You need to learn to tie a fucking tie.” His fingers began to retie the damn thing. Izuku stared up at him fondly as his fingers moved the silk until it was perfection around his neck. “Who’s ass you kickin’ today?”
“You know I can’t tell you that, Kachan.” The greenette kissed his lips lightly before leaving the bedroom with his suit jacket in hand. It was tie day. Which meant he was kicking someone’s ass. Didn’t scare him too much but if he saw Izuku in his all black suit... then someone was in deep shit. One way ticket to prison.
Katsuki grabbed his back and followed the shorter man. “Fucking text me today.” He demanded like an asshole but Izuku knew what he really meant. ‘Text me because I’ll worry.’
“Will do, baby! I love you!” With one last loving kiss... that gave him the urge to drag the man to the bedroom, he watched his husband leave for the day.
“Love you too, nerd.” He whispered just before the door shut softly. It always bothered him that he couldn’t drive his own husband to work because no one knew they were married.
That’s fucking right.
He’s married to the Commissioner. The only person higher than him as he was the number one hero. Izuku—fuck! He was only twenty four and a very powerful man.
“Zuku... I want to tell everyone. I want to show you off and take you out.”
It wasn’t the first time they had this argument. It happened every time Katsuki wanted to take him out or on their anniversary. Jesus! He wanted to wear his damn ring on his finger not on a chain around his neck.
“Kachan... you know what would happen.” Oh, fuck him. He knew and at this point he was willing to risk his rank to be a real husband not one that was locked away behind a white door. “I can’t control everyone. The council will think I gave you your rank instead of you fairly earning it.”
Katsuki propped up on his elbows to look at his husband sitting on the edge of the bed. “But I don’t give a fuck.”
“You don’t... but I couldn’t live with myself if...” He sniffled softly, scrubbing the tears from his cheeks. “I-if I was the one to take away your dream, Kachan.”
And he never brought it up again.
Well, he did in his head but no matter what he said, Izuku was set in stone on it.
Katsuki scuffed and grabbed his bag then headed out the door. He decided to warm up by taking the stairs down to the parking garage. It helped clear his mind and he didn’t have to worry about seeing damn idiots in the lobby.
Izuku being the amazing husband he is got him a Tesla for his birthday a few months ago. Sleek black and big enough for his long ass legs to fit. He also got the SUV version with tinted windows... weekly car sex became a new thing for them.
He threw his bag in the passenger seat and closed the door. The drive to his agency was smooth as it is most mornings. He hired most of Class 1-A to work with him. Kirishima was his partner most of the time but he never made it like a duo or anything.
That was Izuku’s place.
Katsuki pulled into the parking lot and put the car in park. “Fuck all you idiots.” He mumbled as he got out and made his way inside. It was always loud because the extras were loud. Talking, laughing, telling stories of what they did over the weekend.
Only Izuku knew what that did to him. Some days were better than others but on some of his worse days, he would have to put in ear plugs and drown out the world. Izuku’s soft voice would sooth him almost instantly. Like a damn baby with a binky.
If things got too bad, he’d call his husband to help stop the ringing in his ears and quiet down his world for him. The doctor said it was a form of anxiety mixed with his quirk. Though his hearing was fine it was a side effect of the explosions—at least the ringing part. Which, thank fuck Izuku was a master in both those things. The nerd took two days off to research and find different ways to help him. He could push it off most days just some days it was like his body telling him that he built it up and needed to let it out.
Izuku calms him down.
Knows him best.
Loves him more than anything.
The blonde shook his head, walking to the locker room to change and of course, the idiots were there.
“Bakubro! How was your weekend?”
What the fuck did he do this weekend? Oh, had the best sex ever. Izuku bent over his desk, glasses on and fat ass in the air. He could eat that ass for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
“Tch. Nothing.” He grunted, dropping his bag and began to strip of his clothes.
Kirishima frowned, “Nothing?! You should have come over for dinner man! Mina made some freaking amazing food.”
“Dude! True! That girl is a good cook!” Sero chimed in happily. “Come to movie night next weekend! It will be sick, man.”
The blonde rolled his eyes, pulled his pants on. “I have better things to do than hang out with the idiot squad.” He smirked, “Maybe I was getting my dick wet, that fucking okay with you?”
“No way!”
“Who!?”
Denki slammed open the door to the locker room. All three heroes turned their heads to find the shorter blonde with a pissed off expression on his face. He walked to his locker without a word and began to change.
Kirishima swallowed dryly and glanced at him, in return he shook his head. When was Denki ever this pissed off and about fucking what?
“Bakugo.”
Katsuki grunted, “What.”
“I won’t be able to patrol today. I have to meet with the Commissioner.”
That wasn’t the first time he’s heard that from someone at his agency. It also wasn’t Denki’s first time meeting the Commissioner. “What the fuck now?”
The electric hero frowned, “I... don’t really know but it’s me so I fucked up somewhere. I-I just wanted to tell you so you don’t write me up for it.”
“I don’t ever write you up for missing patrol idiot. You fucking tell me when you gonna miss and I cover. Tapeface, you take his route.”
“Yes, sir!” Sero saluted him.
Katsuki inhaled deeply through his nose as he walked to the door, “Denki, call me if you need me.” Now, he could count on one hand how many times he’s met his husband as the Commissioner. It was rare. Ground Zero was number one for a damn reason. He made sure to keep damage to minimum and save everyone he could.
Work life was 100% separate from home life.
“T-thanks, Bakugo.” Denki whispered.
And now he was going to spend the next few hours going through reports. The explosive hero didn’t make it far before Shitty Hair fell into step with him. They didn’t utter a damn word until they were in his office with the door firmly closed.
“He fucking knows what he did.”
The redhead looked at him with a shocked expression. “Really? Denks wouldn’t hide some—”
“To save his ass? No, he owns that shit. To save someone else’s ass. I could see it. Or he royally fucked up.”
“True...” He sighed and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Do you think the Commissioner will be hard on him? I never met the guy.”
Katsuki ran his tongue over his teeth. He wore a tie today which meant business. “Don’t fucking know. You saw what happened to Midnight, fuck years later she was stripped of her license because she muzzled me.”
“That wasn’t cool, bro, they were teachers and heroes!”
“The Commissioner is fair. Maybe he just wants to talk to fucking Pikachu.”
Let’s hope that idiot doesn’t call him
The blonde tapped his keyboard. “Go on fucking patrol. I’m going to do some digging.” and fight the urge to text his husband.
What did that idiot do wrong?
Report one: Fucking nothing but bullshit
Report two: Saved... minor damage... nothing but bullshit
Report three: Some robber at a corner store... blah, blah, blah.
Katsuki clicked on the fourth report that was dated a week ago. His eyes scanned the page as his fist rested against his chin for support. The report sounded like Dunce Face wrote it but once he got to the bottom to go to the next page, it was red flagged and his access was denied.
What the flying fuck was on the other page?!
“Boss man! I was looking for you!” Mina smiled sweetly and she just walked on it, like fucking always. “I was hoping to take some time off.”
If it’s not one thing. It’s a fucking other.
“You just had time off.” He said dryly.
The pink haired woman rolled her dark eyes, “Yes! But! I need some more!” She crossed her arms over his breasts. “Not like you ever have plans. You just stay home all the time.”
Not by choice
Katsuki started to aggressively hit his mouse with his finger in hopes the page would turn but there was no success. “And what for this time? If it’s something fucking stupid it will be denied.”
“I’m pregnant and I want to be on desk duty.” She smiled happily. “If you would have come to movie night yesterday, you would have known!” Once again, he was busy getting his dick wet. “Anyways! So, it’s not really time off more like someone needs to cover my patrols!”
“Great. Just add it to the pile of shit.” He grumbled. He was happy for them. They have been trying for a few years... it just pissed him off that his closest friends kept saying he did nothing when he did.
His husband won’t let him tell anyone.
Mina’s smile fell slightly, “Bakubabe, maybe you should try dating.” Here we fucking go. “I have a few single friends! They’d love to meet you.”
“No.”
“Come on! One date! Just one!”
“I said fucking no! Get off my dick about this shit!” He snapped. “I’m so fucking fed up with you damn idiots and my love life! If I don’t wanna fucking date then I ain’t! SO FUCKING DROP IT!” Katsuki clenched his sweaty fists and gritted his teeth. “It's... my life. I don’t need fucking help with it.”
She blinked quickly to hold back the tears that threatened to spill and ran from the room without a word. Great. Soon Kirishima will come yell at him for yelling at his wife. He sighed, leaning back in his chair. He had a right. No matter how many times he told her to fuck off, she came back at him.
It was his life and he may not like the fact he has to hide it but he was happy with Izuku and that’s all that fucking mattered to him.
“Ground Zero. Chargebolt is on line one.”
Katsuki felt bile creep up into his throat. “Put him through.”
“Bakugo... I-I need help.” He whispered through the tears caught in his throat.
“I’m fucking coming.”
Katsuki pushed away from his desk and stormed out of his office. It was time to see his husband in action and he was about get a taste of a pissed off Ground Zero. The second he hit the outside air, he pointed his palms to the ground and blasted into the air. Fuck, he was annoyed today! All he wanted to do was get through the stupid ass work day without issues but fuck him, right!?
Izuku worked in one of the tallest buildings in the city and he had to be close to the top floor. The blonde ignored all the weird stares as he walked to the elevator and punched the correct floor. The press is going to have a field day with this shit.
Ding!
The doors opened to a empty lobby that had a desk off to the side of the big double doors. Huh. This was his office. A woman stood abruptly, jawing hitting the floor. Now, he’s a faithful husband and he doesn’t going looking at other men’s asses and he doesn’t care for tits but holy shit, this woman’s shirt was about to bust open with how fucking tight it and how much cleavage was showing.
Add that to his list to confront his husband about.
“G-Ground Zero!”
Katsuki grunted as he walked past her desk, “That’s me.” He fought every muscle in his body to not kick the door in.
“You can’t go in there!” She protested, rounding her desk.
“Fucking watch me.” He growled and pushed the door out of his way. Denki was silently crying in the chair in front of the glass top desk, head bowed. His gaze flickered up to meet the blazing emerald eyes.
“C-Commissioner! I-I tried—”
Izuku took off his glasses and smiled politely. “Thank you, Hina. You couldn’t have stopped him if you tried.” He gestured to the empty chair. “Have a seat Ground Zero, we have a lot to discuss.”
Fuck!
He didn’t know if he should be pissed or turned on.
“Start fucking talking Commissioner. I don’t got all day.” He made no move to sit, he crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes at his husband.
Izuku folded his hands together on top of his desk. Nothing prepared him for what came out of his mouth next.