Title:

Morning Greetings

Summary:

Katsuki always gets subjected to Eijirou's unusual morning greetings.

Or alternatively, a story where Eijirou and Katsuki had been married for two years, but Katsuki still receives marriage proposals.

Note:

Because I need some cute Kiribaku. Short fic. Fluff.

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Morning Greetings (Bakugou Ver.)

4: 56 AM

Katsuki's morning, much to his annoyance, started when he was shaken awake by the person who was supposed to be sleeping next to him.

"Katsuki. Hey, Katsuki." Eijirou whispered, shaking Katsuki with the energy of someone who shouldn't be so energetic at 5 fucking AM. He sounded urgent, and Katsuki tried to deny the twinge of worry that bloomed in his chest.

He still had a reputation to maintain though, so instead of showing his worry, Katsuki grumbled and glared sleepily at Eijirou. "What?!" He tried to look annoyed, inwardly hoping that Eijirou waking him up at so early in the morning would just be because Eijirou was being his usual stupid self and not something serious. So with all the patience he could muster, he waited until Eijirou told him whatever the fuck it was he needed to tell him.

"…hey Katsuki, do you love me?" Eijirou asked, staring intently at him.

Katsuki groaned. Fucking hell. That was what it was; stupid Shitty Hair making him worry. Seriously, Eijirou should be fucking thankful that Katsuki loves him or else he would be blown to smithereens by now. And… uh, Eijirou was staring at him like Katsuki was the best thing that ever happened to him. Eijirou looked really hopeful too that no matter how hard Katsuki tried to remain silent and leave Eijirou unanswered, he just couldn't. Fucking hell, Katsuki thought. When did he become so goddamn weak?

"We're living under one roof, Hair-for-Brains." Katsuki reminded him. Seriously, they just made love hours ago, and Katsuki reminded Eijirou of that too. "We're currently fucking lying down on a single bed. Naked. Together." He told him, torn between wanting to kiss the fuck out of Eijirou and exploding his face. Murder because who the fuck wakes up at 5 AM, and kiss because why the fuck not.

"Is that a yes? Does that mean you love me?" Eijirou asked, eyes shining. Katsuki was never a romantic, but goddamn it; he just thought he'd love to stare at Eijirou's eyes for the rest of his life. And oh no. Katsuki's urge to kiss Eijirou was winning over any murderous intent he was currently feeling.

Frankly, Katsuki didn't know how long he remained silent until Eijirou's eyes dimmed a bit, the other now looking dejected as he softly called out Katsuki's name. Eijirou looked sad, and Katsuki fucking hated it. Katsuki was not supposed to be soft, but it was Eijirou; and Katsuki would always make exceptions for him. Besides, he's ass is so fucking weak when it comes to Eijirou. So yeah, his reputation can go straight to hell.

"Yes, it fucking means I love you, okay? Now go back to sleep, you idiot." Katsuki grumbled before looking away, cursing the way his face burned from the admission, promptly deciding that it was time to hide under the covers. Goddamn Eijirou, making him feel fucking feelings. Way, way too many feelings.

Eijirou, however, seemed to have other plans. "Katsuki. Marry me?" Eijirou asked and Katsuki finally understood what was going on. Eijirou was still half-asleep. Because really, it was the only reason Katsuki could think of on why Eijirou was suddenly proposing to him. At 5 fucking AM. Katsuki couldn't fucking believe he got woken up for this.

With a shake of his head, Katsuki threw the covers off of him and stared at Eijirou long and hard, trying to convey his thoughts through his eyes. Katsuki had no doubt that Eijirou, half asleep as he was at the moment, would understand the look he was giving him. He had to because it was the look Katsuki always gives him when he was being a goddamn idiot. "Shitty Hair, go back to sleep." Katsuki ordered before going back under the warmth of the covers. As such, Katsuki missed the way Eijirou's eyes lit up, his lips curling into a determined grin. Really, how could Katsuki possibly know that Eijirou wouldn't let Katsuki ignore his proposal?

"Hey, Katsuki. Let's get married, okay?" Katsuki heard Eijirou ask the second time, prompting Katsuki to throw the covers off of him yet again.

"We're married. For two fucking years. Go. Back. To. Sleep." Katsuki gritted out. He wanted to go the fuck back to sleep, and Eijirou was making it difficult for him.

Eijirou went silent, and Katsuki rejoiced for a while until Eijirou started looking guilty. It didn't help that Eijirou suddenly started apologizing. "Haha, sorry, sorry. That was totally unmanly of me, huh? What kind of guy forgets his own marriage? Haha, sorry."

Eijirou was trying not to look at Katsuki, and he looked parts embarrassed and awkward. Ah. Katsuki realized what he missed a while ago. Eijirou had been serious with the proposal. Eijirou may have been half-asleep, but Katsuki shouldn't have forgotten that Eijirou was always serious when it comes to his feelings for him. And as Katsuki watched Eijirou's smile drop, he realized that he didn't want to see Eijirou looking like this. Eijirou is wonderful, and he deserved to be happy. And if it meant Katsuki had to swallow his pride and throw his reputation out the window, then so be it. Fuck all of those, Eijirou is more important.

"Eijirou…" Katsuki called out as softly as he could, the harsh edges of his eyes softening in a rare show of affection.

"Yeah?" Eijirou asked, fidgeting.

"… Next week," Katsuki mumbled, his gaze unwavering "…we'll get married again next week, okay? So, fucking sleep for now, yeah?" And honestly, Katsuki will never say it out loud, but he would say yes every time he would get a proposal from his partner. And yes, even if said proposal happens at 5 or even 2 fucking AM.

"I… next- what? Did you just say—" Eijirou stammered, and Katsuki almost felt like laughing. God, Eijirou was adorable, and Katsuki really didn't know what he did to be so fucking blessed with someone so wonderful. Katsuki wanted to tell him a lot of things; words of thanks and affection and love, Katsuki wanted to tell him all of those. But he was still working on being vocal about his feelings. So instead, Katsuki resorted to simply looking at Eijirou, hoping that his gaze would be able to convey everything he couldn't say.

It probably worked, because suddenly Eijirou was squealing, and before Katsuki could dodge he was locked in a giant hug. It felt warm and safe and fucking embarrassing that Katsuki ended up exploding their bed to bits. They would have to buy a new one later. Whatever. Katsuki didn't care.

Because Eijirou was his usual happy self again, and Katsuki was actually looking forward to their marriage next week.

Ah well, Katsuki didn't really mind being waken up like this.

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