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“Izuku! Get your ass down here, we’re gonna be late!” Katsuki barks as he throws his coat on and grabs his keys from the hall table, glaring up the stairway where his husband should be appearing. He seriously should’ve learned his lesson after almost eleven years with this dork and a whole life of knowing him – there’s always just one more thing he’s gotta do before they can leave the house.
“Yeah, Pa! Get your ass down here!” Himawari copies from beside Katsuki, stomping her little feet.
“Hey, remember what I said about repeating me,” Katsuki tells his daughter, ruffling her fluffy blonde hair. She’s so damn tiny.
She looks up at him with her wide shiny eyes that remind him of Izuku’s and answers, “Not around Papa.”
“Yeah, not around Papa,” Katsuki says, poking her chubby cheek, “Now go play with Grandma, your dad and I will be home soon.”
“Okay!” the little monster chirps, hugging tightly to Katsuki’s leg before rushing off to go give his poor mother-in-law hell for the next few hours. Katsuki can’t help a grin. He’d have never thought about being a father in his younger days, but there’s a lot about his life now that his younger self would’ve never imagined. And God, he loves his annoying little kid more than anything in the world.
“Did I just hear our daughter swear?” Izuku’s voice says from the top of stairwell where Katsuki’s husband has finally made his appearance. His freckled face is twisted into a frown as he makes his way down to where Katsuki’s been waiting for him impatiently.
“Nope,” Katsuki answers, kissing his partner’s cheek to cover his own ass. It only earns him an eyeroll, but Izuku smiles after that.
“You look nice,” he says, laying a hand on Katsuki’s sweater that his mother gifted him a while ago.
“And it didn’t even take me two hours to get this way,” Katsuki teases, grabbing Izuku’s coat from the hanger and throwing it at his face.
“You’re the one who abandoned me to the closet,” Izuku pouts, “You know I can’t pick anything out on my own.”
“You’re a 30-year-old man, you can dress yourself.”
“Not well. And don’t remind me of my age.”
“We’re leaving!” Katsuki called to his daughter and the sitter, ignoring his husband’s whining. After even more hugs and a thank you to Inko, Katsuki and Izuku are finally out of the house and driving to the venue that some of their high school friends had put together for a reunion.
It’s been years since Katsuki has seen anyone from class 1-A besides Kirishima, Mina, Ochako, or Todoroki, the four people that would have never left him or Izuku alone even if they were countries apart – which at times they were. Majority of the things he knows about his former classmates’ adult lives he learned through whatever Izuku learned on the internet and thought to share or, you know, the national news coverage they all got on a pretty consistent basis. Katsuki, for his own part, absolutely fucking hates reporters and keeps them out of his business as much as possible. Izuku is more or less of the same mind, though far less aggressive about it.
Katsuki doesn’t find himself much looking forward to the slew of small-talk and “what’s been going on with you?”s that await him when he pulls up outside the hotel where Yaomomo and Mina decided the throw the event, but he can tell by Izuku’s starry grin that his partner is more than ready.
As soon as they enter the room, Izuku makes a beeline for the short, muscular brunette he calls his best friend, wrapping her in a bear hug as if it’s been far more than two weeks since they last met for coffee. “Ochako!”
“Hey, it’s Deku!” Ochako grins, then gives a look to Katsuki, “And his worse half! I thought you two would never show.”
“Nice one, Mochi,” Katsuki huffs, flicking her forehead like they’re still in high school. She bats at his hand and grins wider. “And it ain’t my fault, this loser can’t get anywhere on time.” He gestures to his husband.
“Hey!” Izuku protests weakly.
“Believe me, I know,” Ochako says, then turns behind her to call, “Hey, guys, look who’s here!”
Todoroki and Iida stop their conversation to come over and greet them, and it doesn’t take long for Izuku to strike up rapid-fire conversation with his old friends while Katsuki does his best to keep up. It’s taken him a while to realize, but he doesn’t really mind hanging out with Izuku’s friends most of the time.
It only takes a few minutes for his own high school idiots to find him, though.
“BAKUGOU!”
Katsuki turns just in time for Kaminari to fling himself into his arms. “My man! I missed you!”
“Get off me, stupid,” Katsuki grumbles, shoving him back and into Sero, who’s grinning like a madman.
“I knew you missed me too,” Kaminari says, laying a hand over his heart and fluttering his eyelashes, making Sero cackle.
“Play nice, Kacchan,” Izuku teases, moving to greet the two idiots, then Kirishima and Mina who’ve also made their way over. More claps on the back, hugs, and chattering conversations follow as Izuku drags Katsuki from old friend to old friend, only stopping when Yaomomo steps up front and clinks her fork against a glass to gain everyone’s attention. The creation hero is literally sparkling in a floor-length, shimmering cocktail dress that makes everyone around her look like Cinderella pre-fairy godmother.
“Welcome, everyone!” Yaomom starts with a wide smile, “I’m so very glad you all made it! We’ve just got the food all set up, so please feel free to grab a plate and take a seat anywhere you wish.” People start moving, but Yaomomo isn’t done. “Before you do that, though, Jirou and I have an announcement.” She smiles at her girlfriend, who’s face has turned bright red. Katsuki wants to laugh.
“Uh. We’re, um,” Jirou starts, looking out at the group of people who almost all share the same face of amusement and excitement. “We’re engaged,” she finally manages, prompting an uproar of cheering and money-exchanging that could only be found in this group of people.
“Aw, that’s adorable,” Izuku coos, leaning into Katsuki’s arm as the two brides-to-be are jeered into giving each other a quick peck on the lips. Yaomomo looks the happiest Katsuki’s ever seen her and Jirou, despite surely wishing she were anywhere else, looks happy too.
“It was about time,” Katsuki mutters, giving Jirou a nod when she happens to look at him.
After everyone’s found a seat and gotten their food, more announcements are made, because everyone seems to have decided that this is a perfect time to tell the class about their latest big life choices. Katsuki never really understood that need to share, but he did happen to like seeing these people being happy, so he listens and toasts them all the same. Through a mix of large announcement and small table conversations, he learns that Sero has finally kept a partner for more than a few weeks, Tsuyu got a job working with an agency Brazil, Kaminari is finally opening his own agency (with the help of Shinsou, of course), Ochako and Iida are also engaged now (which Katsuki already knew, thanks to Deku) and, most surprisingly, Mina is fucking pregnant – meaning she and Kirishima are going to be parents, which is a terrifying thought to say the least. Izuku must’ve cried a hundred times before all the announcements were said and done.
“I missed you guys so much,” Izuku says, sniffling as he looks at all of their friends, some of whom are snickering at his antics, “And I’m so happy for you.”
“Calm down, crybaby,” Katsuki smirks, draping an arm over his husband’s shoulders and pulling him in.
“Noooo, I can’t,” Izuku wails, “I’m too happy! This is amazing! You’re getting married” – he gestures to Ochako and Iida, who smile – “and you’re having a baby!” – he waves his hands at a beaming Mina and Kirishima – “and we all have jobs and we’re adults.”
“Would you believe me if I said he’s only had one drink,” Katsuki tells their laughing friends, flicking his husband in the cheek.
“I don’t need to be drunk to have feelings, Kacchan,” Izuku pouts, dropping his head on Katsuki’s shoulder.
“You know,” Kaminari cuts in, leaning across the table with a waggle of his eyebrows that never meant anything good, “With all these engagements, it’s making me wonder what’s taking you two so damn long.”
Katsuki and Izuku freeze at the same moment, staring at the electric hero. “What,” Izuku says flatly after a moment’s pause.
“Yeah!” Sero agrees like nothing’s strange here, “It’s been what, a decade since you got together?”
“And we’re not…engaged yet,” Izuku says, paling. Katsuki acutely feels the weight of his fucking wedding ring on its chain against his chest. Under his shirt.
“Not as far as I know,” Kaminari laughs.
“Uh,” Mina says quietly, a look of realization dawning on her face as she turns to meet Katsuki’s eyes, “Katsuki?”
Ochako is giving Izuku a similar look, while Iida, Todoroki, and Kirishima look thoroughly confused. Those are the only five people in this room that have met Himawari. But they must have said something to everyone else…right?
Katsuki has a flashback to the day he got married. Izuku had proposed not even a full month before, fumbling a ring out of his pocket in the back of an ambulance, because of-fucking-course that had to be where that part of their relationship took place. It was right after one of their worst battles since AFO. They didn’t throw an engagement party or invite all their friends, they just asked All Might to get ordained and dragged him and their parents into a Shinto shrine in the middle of a park near their house. It had seemed easiest at the time to put the wedding bands on their dog-tag necklaces that list each other as emergency contacts instead of their fingers, to stop the media from getting any ideas and stop Izuku from losing his.
And then their daughter, a few years later. Adoption had been a complicated process, and they certainly did keep it all to themselves until they were absolutely sure that Himawari would be able to be part of their family – and that she wanted to be. But after that…they talked about her…maybe.
Maybe not.
Katsuki feels his heart skip a beat, turning to look at Izuku at the same time his husband sits up to give him a horrified look. They don’t know. They legitimately do not fucking know. Shit.
“I thought-” Todoroki starts, but Izuku shoots to his feet before he can say another word.
“OKAY!” he shouts, far too loud. It certainly gets their former classmates’ attention. “Kacchan and I have an announcement!”
“No we don’t!” Katsuki blurts as he jumps to his feet too, wanting nothing less than to reveal to all these people that they’ve been accidentally hiding an entire fucking family for the past five years. “We actually were just going to leave,” he says, grabbing Izuku’s shoulder.
“Kacchan,” Izuku hisses under his breath, looking out at the class then at his husband, “We have to say something.”
“No we don’t!” Katsuki repeats quietly, trying to push him towards the exit, “We owe them nothing.”
“I’m gonna tell them.”
“I’m leaving you here.”
“No you are not.”
“Yes I am.”
Izuku gives him a flat glare, and he caves. Why did he have to fall in love with this stubborn ass man.
“At least do it near the exit then. Please.”
His husband pauses for a second, glancing back at the room full of people that are staring at them with a mix of concern and eagerness. “Fine,” he capitulates, allowing Katsuki to drag him to the back of the room where the doors are. “Sorry, everyone!” he calls to the group, mustering a nervous smile. “We do actually have an announcement, though.”
“About time!” Hagakure shouts, gathering a few cheers in agreement. Katsuki pinches the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh as Izuku laughs fearfully. This is a living nightmare.
“When’s the wedding?!” Kaminari shouts, cupping his hands over his mouth with a grin. No fucking way.
“Ahah, about that,” Izuku chuckles, voice strained. He fidgets with his shirt cuffs. “It’s, uh…so, funny story-”
“It was seven years ago,” Katsuki interrupts, raising his voice enough that everyone in the room must have heard him. “Give or take.”
Everyone turns dead silent. The speed at which Kaminari’s face falls is almost comical enough for the impending chaos to be worth it. Mina drops her head into her hands. Ochako is cringing visibly. Kirishima has his fist over his mouth, clearly trying not to burst out laughing. Todoroki just looks plain lost.
“There it is,” Izuku says meekly.
“You…” Tsuyu finally speaks up, “got married seven years ago?”
“Sure did,” Katsuki says, grabbing Izuku’s hand and readying his escape, “Also, we have a daughter.”
“WHAT?” Jirou yells.
“Bye.” Katsuki takes off into a sprint, dragging his husband behind them as the room erupts into shouting chaos. As soon as they’re in the car, Izuku yelps at him to “GO GO GO!” as they quickly back out of the parking lot and leave their friends to clean up their mess. It takes Izuku not two seconds to burst into hysterical laughter, dropping his head onto the dashboard and gripping his stomach. “Oh my GOD!”
“Shut up,” Katsuki says, unable to hold back his own laughter, doing his best to hold it together until he’s no longer behind the wheel, “What the fuck.”
“How have we never told them?” Izuku cackles, wiping at tears that appear in his eyes.
“How would they not have guessed?” Katsuki counters.
“Oh my god, I – HA! – I feel bad. We did not – oh, boy, we should go back.”
“No way,” Katsuki says, “We are not dealing with that shit.”
“This is a disaster,” Izuku responds, still giggling, “Maybe we should…make a Facebook page or something. Avoid further issues.”
“I’d rather die.”
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The next morning, Katsuki woke up to find his phone overloaded with text messages and missed phone calls from his former classmates, most of them demanding an explanation that Kirishima had been unable to give them, proof that he and Izuku had a child, or Ochako and Mina chiding him aggressively for running away. Instead of responding to any of them, he sent out a mass email to every former member of Class 1-A, including Aizawa. The contents included one wedding photo, taken by Izuku’s mother right after the ceremony, one blurry picture of Himawari squeezing the shit out of an All Might plushie, and zero explanation for anything else.
He sent it, turned off his phone, and collapsed back into bed, right on top of his husband and daughter. His classmates would just have to deal.