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Katsuki walked into their kitchen and saw Izuku stuffing his face with a perfectly made chocolate cupcake. He raised a condemning eyebrow at the display.
"Listen, I know this looks bad- but I can explain!" Izuku mumbled around a mouthful of cake.
"Do I look stupid to you, Izuku?"
Izuku's eyes widened in panic as he attempted to hastily swallow the tasty morsel in his mouth.
Katsuki watched his husband struggle and tried not to let a sadistic smile cross his face as he enjoyed Izuku's mortification.
Before Izuku could start spluttering nonsense, he casually asked, "How long have we been married?"
Deciding the second question was safer to answer, Izuku replied, "Nine wonderful years?"
"And how long have I known you?"
"Thirty."
"Exactly. So I know a thing or two about you, nerd, and you do this Every. Single. Time. I bake something."
Izuku hung his head in shame. "I'll help you make a replacement batch for our daughter's school bake sale. I'm sorry, Kacchan. I just can't resist your baking," he said, subdued.
"... Or you." Izuku raised his head, looking hopeful.
Cheeky little shit. Katsuki will play with that later.
"I know you," he continued, "so I sent Suki off to school with her batch of cupcakes this morning. You're currently gorging yourself on the 'Izuku is an incorrigible fatass' batch."
A look of relief briefly crossed Izuku's face before indignation set in.
"Hey! I'm the number one hero! I'm not fat!"
Katsuki rolled his eyes but then got distracted when Izuku lifted his shirt to show off how not fat he was. Those perfectly chiselled abs never failed to attract Katsuki's attention. Heat pooled in his gut for his hot as hell husband. They both had the day off and Suki wouldn't be home from school for a few more hours, after all.
"Tch. Prove it."
And their race to the bedroom began.