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The night was cool, the autumn breeze nipped at Midorya Izuku’s face. His left hand was warm, stuffed into his partner's jacket as they strolled down the street to his new foster home.
“Are you sure about this one? My mum is still okay with taking you till you're 18.” Bakougo Katsuki said, clutching the hand in his pocket tighter.
Izuku stared with open fondness at his boyfriend. “Kacchan, I’m 16, that’s at least a year and a half, I don’t want to burden you anymore.”
“Your not a fucking burden goddam it.”
Izuku looked at him softly, “But all things considered, this seems like a good one. He’s a pro hero Kacchan!” The greanette started vibrating in excitement. “And so far he’s said nothing about my condition!”
Katsuki ran a hand through his hair, the white spikes flattening then sticking back up again. “They’re not meant to say anything! And you said this about the last pro they stuck you with!” He ran his thumb in a tiny circle on the back of his Dekus hand, the raised scar felt obvious, if you knew where it was. “And,” He added. “How many fucking times to I have to tell you that being quirkless is not a condition!”
Izuku just smiled at him, eyes bright. “I have a feeling though that this one’s different. He has cats! He called them Sushi and Bastard.” Bakougo frowned, why were those names familiar? “And he even offered me pocket money.”
“Let me guess, you didn’t fucking take it.” It wasn’t so much a guess as it was a fact, Izuku never accepted that money.
It was Midorya’s turn to frown. “Don’t say that, he doesn’t have to waste any of his money on me.”
“You do realise the government gives them money to spend on you.”
“Yes, but it’s also for themselves.” Izuku stopped and spun to face his boyfriend, retrieving his hand from the warm lining. They had stopped in front of a tall yellowed building. “Look Kacchan. I love you, but he’s nice, he said he wants to meet you at some point.”
“That’s rare.” He said quietly.
Izuku grinned. “It is! I’m hoping that this house will tide me over till I’m 18 or close enough. Then………”
“What?” Bakougo snapped. But there was no bite.
Izuku clasped his hands together, something he often did when nervous. “Then, could we move in together?” He said it quietly. Questioning.
“I thought that was a given. Don’t want you staying in any shitty homes while I’m living it up.”
Izuku gestured to the apartment they were standing by. “As I said, it’s not a shitty home.”
Kacchan scoffed and snapped his neck to look closer at where they were. “They gave you the all clear?”
“Yeah, I can start having friends over and things like that. The least I can do is show you where I live.” He smiled. “One and a half years. Then we can live together, maybe get married one day.” Izuku leaned forward till his head hit his boyfriend’s chest. Those warm hands enveloped him and he felt a kiss be pressed to the crown of his head.
As Kacchan spoke, Izuku felt the rumble of his chest. “That sounds nice, maybe we could get a fucking hamster, something low maintenance.”
He could picture it, the domestic feeling of living with his boyfriend, a little hamster scurrying around. It felt beautiful, magical. He wanted it so badly.
“Stop swearing.” Izuku commanded, not much came from it as he was still wrapped up, arms tight around each other. So he pulled back and gave his boyfriend of almost two years a cheeky grin. Katsuki looked at him strangely.
“No. I fucking won’t.”
Izuku took his opportunity. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?”
“No, but I fucking kiss you you little shitty Deku.” The harsh words were said with a soft tone.
They leant forward to kiss, not a goodbye but a good night, they both knew they would be texting each other as soon as they got home. Their lips almost touched, breath mingling with each other.
Then someone coughed.
And the spell was broken.
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Shouta Aizawa was tired. If it wasn’t for the fact that his most problematic student was smiling to himself in class, it was also the fact that when he got home, he wouldn’t be able to go straight to sleep. No. He wouldn’t need to look after his new foster kid.
Not that he minded. Midorya was a good kid.
So far he was one of the better fosters he had cared for.
But they had said that tonight they would discuss his boyfriend and the restrictions around him, room policy, visits, things like that.
That morning, Midorya had asked him if it was okay for him to show his boyfriend where he lived. Not the apartment number or anything personal, just the building. Aizawa had okayed that.
He did not, however, expect to come home that night, after a day of teaching and worrying about Bakugo, to find his foster kid and Bakougo making out.
Or close enough to.
So he coughed, disrupting the sickeningly sweet bubble. Aizawa did not want to watch his kid have a make out session with his student.
Especially outside their house.