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“Will you marry me?”

The graduating students of UA’s hero course turned from their seats along with the rest of the restaurant’s patrons to see a well-dressed, visibly nervous man kneeling with an open velvety box in his trembling hands. It seemed as though he was the only one in the entire establishment who couldn’t see the obvious answer blossoming on his partner’s lips, his throat bobbing erratically, thick with worry.

“Yes, o-of course!” The now tearful woman ushered her new fiance up from the floor to embrace him with a full-bodied laugh. “Yes, yes, a million times yes!!”

The hushed bystanders and muted clinks of silverware erupted in applause, everyone watching on with smiles as the ring slid smoothly onto the woman’s shaking hand. Most people had turned their gazes away by the time the waiters placed a congratulatory slice of cake on the crisp white linen atop the happy couple’s table.

But Ochako was not one of them. Zeroing in on the dessert, she admired the tantalizing drizzles of what looked to be dark chocolate and caramel against the creamy cheesecake that made up the main body of the sweet course. 

“It’s on the house.” The waiter informed with a wide smile, motioning to the swooping cursive on the plate that made out the word ‘Congratulations!”

Amazing. They were getting it for free?? Ochako saw that exact cake on the menu when they first arrived, putting it out of her mind when she saw that it cost almost 8 dollars. 8 dollars for a single slice!

It must’ve been really delicious. She imagined the graham cracker crust giving way to her fork and practically tasted the sweet flavors mingling-

“Wow, Ochako. You really love love, huh?” Tooru nudged her arm with a giggle.

“Hmm?” The distracted brunette responded back absentmindedly, her upper body still pointed towards her object of longing tables away.

“Your eyes are literally sparkling! They look so happy, don’t they?” The invisible girl sighed dreamily.

“Ah-yeah. Right.” Ochako cleared her throat and gulped back the whine that threatened to emerge with every bite she watched. It took all she had to tear her sights off the now half-eaten dessert. “I’m a total romantic, yep.”

“She’s just drooling over the cake.” Bakugo’s gruff voice cut across the table, pointing out her bluff with a grumble before taking a bite of his steak.

How did he know??

“Am not!” She huffed and stuffed her mouth with a big morsel of her own meal before remembering she meant to save the rest for lunch the next day.

“You ain’t fooling anyone, cheeks.” He retorted back despite the fact that no one else had seemed to notice, or care, about her salivating over the delectable treat. “You’re so obvious.”

“Hmph.” Ochako pouted and pushed around the sad leftovers on her plate with one of the many, puzzling forks she had been supplied with. “It just looks so yummy…”

“Then fucking order one and quit looking like a kicked puppy!” 

“Ah- I was just admiring! Just looking is enough for me, ya know?” It wasn’t, but Ochako still couldn’t quite justify spending so much on a mere slice of cake. No matter how delicious it looked…

“Tch.” Bakugo took another strangely aggressive bite of his food. There was no apparent explanation for why he was so invested in her predicament, but really, it didn’t take much to tick him off.

If only he would stop narrowing his eyes at her every time she failed to suppress a sigh at the dessert opportunity lost.

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Ochako had suggested getting lunch at the quaint little diner by their agency to Bakugo after their shift to celebrate their first official villain arrest, knowing he must not have had a proper meal in the last 36 hours since she certainly hadn’t. With hearty breakfast plates and high-piled sandwiches, she figured it would be exactly what they needed.

It wasn’t supposed to take long. Just a quick bite to give themselves a pat on the back well done before separately going back to their homes or wherever they so chose. But then the red-headed man in the booth to their left let out a half-choked “Oh my god, oh my GOD! Wha-what are you doing ??”

Bakugo turned around just to make sure there wasn’t any imminent danger and then promptly returned his attention to the last bites of his burger. Ochako, on the other hand, delightedly clasped her hands together at the second man holding up a ring with a watery smile on his face.

She couldn’t hear what he was saying, but it didn’t matter because the crying, freckled man nodded at a frantically increasing frequency and cut him off with a kiss mid-sentence. “YES! Yes- is this even a question? Yes , I will marry you!”

“That is so sweet.” Ochako cupped her face contentedly.

“Whatever.” Bakugo responded, completely uninterested. Though his eyebrow quirked up as Ochako perked up unexpectedly.

She had caught sight of the aproned waitress with flyaway hairs curling out of her grey bun carrying a banana split to the couple. “Here ya go, you lovebirds.” The lady drawled with her eyes crinkling in the corners. “Enjoy this one on us!”

Another free dessert! Incredible!

It wasn’t like Ochako thought about that first incident from a few months ago all that often, but it definitely did leave an impression. And now she was witnessing it again! She couldn’t help but draw patterns and wonder about what she would get one day. Not that she was anywhere near a point like that in her life. And who was to say she and her future significant other would even be in a restaurant when they proposed? Or that she would be the one being proposed to?

She was getting carried away. All because of a complimentary sweet.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Huh?” Ochako stopped mid-shake of her head, her intrusive thoughts being interrupted by Bakugo’s strange comment.

“We’re on this again?” Bakugo glared at her accusatorily.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oi!” Genuinely puzzled, Ochako jumped before realizing he wasn’t yelling at her, but flagging down the waitress from earlier.

“What can I do for ya kids?” The seasoned woman strolled over with ease, taking his attention grabber in stride.

“A sundae.” Bakugo answered without hesitation, crossing his arms like he’d rather do anything but order such a thing.

… What was happening?

“Sure! What flavors can I get for ya? You can choose up to three.”

“Vanilla. And whatever else she wants.” He jutted his chin towards Ochako, who was still blankly registering the most recent turn of events.

“Mmmblerguhuh?” Was all the flabbergasted brunette managed to say. “I-I mean, uh, excuse me?”

“ Flavors .” Bakugo closed his eyes with measured control and grit his teeth. “Whaddya want?”

“Right, umm.” Ochako racked her brain, suddenly at a loss for any kind of ice cream that could have existed at any point in history. “Uhhh. Strawberry, please? And cookies ‘n cream?”

“No problem, honey. One vanilla, strawberry, oreo sundae comin’ right up!”

“Thank you.” Ochako managed to squeak out. Although, if she was getting a sundae, she’d want whipped cream on-

“With whipped cream!” Bakugo ordered and sat back in satisfaction when the waitress nodded to indicate she had heard him.

The pair sat in silence.

The kind that lingered thick, pressing down on their shoulders with tension.

“So…” Ochako fiddled her fingers, stretching out the one syllable word as long as possible. She didn’t quite know where to go from there, but it turned out she didn’t have to because Bakugo answered her unasked question.

“Your pathetic staring was making me sick!”

Ochako shrank sheepishly. “I’m sorry?”

“Damn right!” He spat, not looking a bit pleased with her apology.

“But…” She gulped, praying to avoid his wrath which was sure to come from her next question. “... Why would that bother you in the first place?”

The blonde tensed, his hair standing up in stiff spikes as his arms bulged from the tight fists he was making. Ochako leaned forward curiously, knowing she was entering the danger zone but crossing the threshold anyway.

“I don’t have to say shit!” Bakugo relaxed imperceptibly once the triple scoop sundae arrived. “Now shut up and eat your ice cream.”

“Ok.” Tentatively grabbing one of the two spoons stuck in the tall glass cup, Ochako concentrated solely on the task of enjoying the cold treat. Not that it was hard. She couldn’t help but wiggle in delight the moment her tongue made contact. “Mmmmmm.”

Peeking out from her haze of bliss, Ochako felt her cheeks twitch from the beginnings of a smile at the sight of Bakugo peering out the window with a seemingly bored stare. 

Along with a light dusting of pink over his cheekbones and a spoonful of vanilla ice cream poking out from between his lips.

---

It wasn’t the fanciest place (by far), but it served its purpose well as the celebratory setting to mark 6 months of partnership. Ochako had to drag Bakugo into it, ignoring his protests that “No one gives a shit about crap like that”, but she was proud of the work they had accomplished together and knew that he was too. Deep down.

“See? Aren’t you glad we came here?” Ochako nudged Bakugo’s shin with her foot and wiggled her eyebrows at the way he sopped up the last of the sauce on his plate with a piece of bread.

“It’s fine. Edible.” He rolled his eyes and chewed on that last bite slowly, clearly savoring it beyond the limits of what he claimed to be only marginally fit for consumption.

“You liiiiiiiiike it.” She teased before smiling politely at their approaching waiter.

“I hope your meals were to your liking?”

“Definitely! It was all delicious!” Ochako affirmed for the both of them, knowing Bakugo wouldn’t admit to anything.

“Wonderful.” The waiter smiled as he refilled their ice waters. “Here is the dessert menu for you to peruse as you’d like.”

“Oh, we don’t-” Ochako’s voice strained as the waiter left after placing the cardstock in the middle of the table. “... need it.”

“Uh huh.” Bakugo said dryly. “Then let’s call for the check.”

“Well, I mean, it doesn’t hurt to look… Right?” She bit her lip unconvincingly. And sure enough, the previously stuffed brunette had the dessert options in her hand before she had gotten an answer.

Her eyes scanned excitedly at the mouth watering choices. Vanilla bean creme brulee with berries, an assorted trio of sorbets, rich lava cake topped with ice cream, key-lime flavored cheesecake. They were all so tempting.

And every single one of them were outside of her budget.

Which she knew going into the meal. She honestly hadn’t meant to torture herself by looking at the list, but it was just too hard to resist.

Ochako let out a long sigh, visibly deflating in her seat.

“Your sweet tooth is insatiable.” Bakugo leaned back, having expected this exact reaction.

“I know.” Her eyes left the paper for a brief moment to narrow at him. “And don’t you dare buy it for me again! I won’t accept!”

“Who said I was gonna pay for your food??”

She nodded resolutely. “Good!” Or, she tried to. She really meant to remain strong. But then another deep sigh took over her.

“For fucks sake.” Bakugo muttered under his breath, pressing both hands onto the table to brace himself for his next move. “Just… play along.”

Ochako tilted her head in confusion, but didn’t question. She had learned to trust him indubitably during their time together and this was no different.

Oh, no, wait. This was very, very different.

This was Bakugo lowering down on one knee in front of her.

“Eh?”

That one sound did little to capture her state of mind, which only scrambled further when Bakugo awkwardly grabbed for one of her hands in his alarmingly clammy ones. He could’ve blown up the entire block with the amount of sweat accumulating in his palms. 

And she would’ve been miles away from the blast zone with how her thoughts were swimmingly floating around in a muddled goop.

“Uraraka… will you marry me?”

M-m-marr-huh??

“Huah?” One would’ve thought her mouth was refusing to cooperate, but it was translating her thoughts surprisingly well. The only malfunction was in her brain.

She vaguely made out the fact that there were people watching them from all sides.

A subtle yank brought her focus back to the red-dipped man in front of her. “Say yes.” He instructed her with a hiss.

“Uhh, o-ok? Y-yes?” Ochako stuttered out, painting on what she hoped was a convincing smile for their audience.

Feeling like her heart had lodged itself in her throat, Ochako watched Bakugo stand up with a relieved exhale. The applauding onlookers must’ve thought it was due to her positive response, but she knew it was because he had successfully completed whatever strange plan he had concocted without her. He had accomplished what he wanted, judging by how quickly he let go of her hand and returned to his seat.

It took a little longer for Ochako to understand what his objective was. But when their waiter appeared with a chocolate lava cake accompanied by strawberries cut in the shape of hearts, she finally pieced together what had transpired.

He did all that for a dessert?

For her?

With how hard her heart was thumping in her chest, her stomach, Ochako wasn’t sure if she could get down a single bite of the cake. She didn’t move a single muscle until Bakugo tapped one of the silver spoons onto her knuckles impatiently.

Accepting his silent offering by scooping at the ooey-gooey center of the cake, her voice came out shyly. “Thank you.”

He acknowledged her wordlessly, pushing the ruby-red fruits towards her in reply.

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Ochako stepped out of the car as gracefully as she could with her gold strappy heels and the long red skirt of her dress bunched in her palms. She had better command over her muscles than most, but was unused to such restrictive attire and banged her knee on the door on her way out. Gratefully taking Katsuki’s hand with a smile, though not without a sigh at her uncoordinated self, she emerged onto the walkway that directly led to the restaurant entrance, leaving the car to the valet.

It was New Year’s Day and the snow flurries sparkled in the light of the evening lamps illuminating the path before landing mutely on the newly blanketed ground. Ochako was grateful it hadn’t gained height yet so her bare toes and ankles wouldn’t feel the biting cold. She didn’t have to worry about the rest of her since Katsuki’s warmth easily radiated through the fur wrap covering her shoulders and upper arms. 

The couple strolled in silently, conjoined at the sides with content smiles on their faces. Ochako was beyond excited to finally enjoy their first real night out in a couple of months, but knew to conduct herself at a place as grand as this.

They saw each other every day, of course. Aside from the fact that they lived together, they remained work partners through the ups and downs that came with 3 years of dating. If anything, they should’ve gotten sick of each other by now. B ut they were some of the top heroes in the country. They knew more intimately and authentically than most how important their careers were to them and never put that in jeopardy. And when it came to their relationship...

Days off, much less coordinated ones, were rare and cherished. So after what seemed like an endless barrage of rushed lunches on the run and half-awake kisses in the split second before falling asleep in the early morning hours, this belated birthday dinner was not something Ochako was going to take for granted.

“Wow, Katsuki.” She whispered in awe as they emerged from the revolving door to approach a softly lit room which looked like a lobby, complete with the uniformed receptionists. “This place looks really nice.”

“Only the best for you.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear, composing himself quickly as the hostess approached to seat them for their reserved table.

When they first started to explore a relationship other than strictly professional and platonic, Ochako didn’t have a clue what to expect. No one had ever witnessed a singular display of affection from the blonde man and even when he managed to pull something akin to a romantic gesture off, no one knew how to interpret it.

“Would you turn that damn thing off??”

Ochako shoved her phone under her thigh to try and muffle the vibrations that were previously amplified by the wooden desk.

“I can’t! What if it’s something important?” She insisted.

“Is it??” Bakugo argued back, seething from his spot across from her. He must’ve known the barrage of texts weren’t work related because he would’ve otherwise gotten the same messages.

“Well, no. It’s just the girls from-”

“Then tell them to fuck off!”

Ochako pouted and sunk into her chair, further transferring pressure from her erratic phone to the underside of her leg. Oh, if only it were that easy.

It had been days since Bakugo pulled that stunt for the lava cake and the gossip columns were still trying to make sense of what had happened. There wasn’t much to go on, just a blurry picture taken by a bystander who realized a little too late that the two of them weren’t just mere civilians and capturing evidence of the scene might warrant some kind of a price.

Bakugo was crouched over in the picture, in the middle of standing up. Though it didn't implicate them of the most embarrassing part of the ordeal, he was still holding onto her hands. That snapshot coupled with the waiters' accounts of what allegedly happened was more than enough to fuel heart-filled comments all over social media.

There were tall tales of them having been a couple since their high school days. That they were partnered up at work because she was pregnant all this time. Or that there have been talks of a quirk marriage.

Families and friends were reasonably more skeptical, but no one could deny that they had been caught in a questionable position. More specifically, one where Bakugo was holding onto Ochako’s hand in a decent restaurant.

Ochako had been plagued with endless questions from practically anyone who could stake a claim on some kind of presence in her life. Current coworkers, old classmates, the barista who regularly made her hot chocolates on special occasions. They all wanted to know if she and Bakugo were dating.

She replied in the same way everytime.

No! Definitely not! Could they imagine??

And they would all laugh like they knew it was made up all along, patting her shoulder with an "of course, of course!" and rolling their eyes at the media's tendency to over exaggerate.

But the more Ochako denied their accusations… The heavier the feeling got in her chest.

Why was it deemed so ridiculous by her and everyone else to even consider her being in a relationship with Bakugo? Why wouldn't it work? He was kind, and funny, and he pushed her in ways no one else ever even considered to do. She trusted him more than anyone else in her life.

Weren't these all qualities she would want in a partner?

Pushing away the possibility that there might be something more between them seemed… wrong. That was why Ochako hadn't been answering the girls on her phone. She was tired of lying to herself and others.

"Ummm. Bakugo?"

"What?" He grunted in acknowledgment, eyes not leaving his computer screen.

"Why… why do you keep getting me dessert?"

"Because you're irritating!" He scowled and dashed any hopes she had of him possibly feeling something for her too.

Ochako really thought the whole thing might've been Bakugo's way of trying to communicate something deeper to her. She convinced herself he was putting himself out there for her to reciprocate his vulnerable feelings. And she would have.

"Oh." Her voice came out wobbly, much to her embarrassment.

Taking measured breaths, Ochako tried to put together some semblance of indifference. Like he didn't make her feel like a complete fool. Like he didn't just reject her-

"You and your stupidly big eyes get all shiny and sparkly like some fucking anime character over every damn sugar abomination and then you pout over your own decision to not get it for I don't even know what reason! It's not like there's a single fucking pound out of place on ya!" Bakugo exploded, spewing words he probably didn't want said out loud.

"And then you make all these damn sounds that would drive anyone with half a hearing batshit crazy! Like if it takes 5 or 10 dollars to make you quit that godawful sighing and whimpering, who wouldn't?? Just thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach!"

At that point, Ochako realized something Bakugo clearly hadn't. No one else minded her over the top affection for desserts. Just him.

The mysterious packages of sweet dango on her desk and the always stocked freezer-full of ice cream bars was because Bakugo took notice of her in ways others never did.

He cared about her.

He cared about her! And he didn't even know it!

Ochako was absolutely beaming now, her body feeling lighter than it ever had with her anti-gravity.

"Oi. What're you getting all smiley about?" Bakugo asked with an unfamiliar hint of nervousness.

He didn't know it yet. But she was going to make him hers.

And she did. Within two weeks, she had asked him out and he said "fine". It took a few months longer for anyone to say the word "girlfriend" around him without his ears going red, but Ochako expected that. With his inexperience and her willingness to go at his pace, everything developed slowly. Holding hands, kissing, meeting families. If it were anyone else, Ochako might've gotten frustrated by the lack of affection in the early days.

But this was Katsuki and he valued her happiness unlike no other. How could she ask for more?

And it turned out, she was pretty great at making him happy too, if him asking her to move in with him a few months ago was any indication.

Ochako might not have known what was to come when she first explored the possibility of pursuing a relationship with Katsuki, but she now couldn’t envision her life any better. Everything was… perfect.

“Oh my god, I’m stuffed!” Katsuki smirked as she put down her fork from their last course (the ninth!) and slumped in her chair, too full to make any sudden movements. He didn’t seem nearly as close to his limit even though she had been handing off extra bites from her plate to his, but he did always require a higher caloric intake.

“So you admit the extra four courses were worth it?” He reached over to polish off the last of her food, knowing she was tapping out.

“Hmmm. Maybe?” She thought out loud. “It’s not like the five courses wouldn’t have been just as delicious! And it would’ve been cheaper too.”

“Would you forget about the price, ‘Chako? It’s been forever since we’ve gone out and I wanted…” His voice trailed off, the rest of his face visibly showing discomfort at trying to express his romantic intentions.

“I know.” Ochako smoothed over his knuckles with her thumb, giving a reassuring smile. “I know, thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said back in a low voice, holding steady eye contact and sending a wave of warmth throughout her entire body.

With a last squeeze and a content hum, Ochako let out a small wiggle of happiness and picked up the one page dessert menu on the table. “Now! For the finale!”

“Wait.” Katsuki pushed it away from her hold and stood from his seat. “Before we get to that, I want to do something.”

She had a feeling she knew what was coming. It had been a while since they’d done this. It wasn’t like they were trying to abuse this trick, but they didn’t completely stay away from it either. 

Close to their one year anniversary, Ochako fake proposed to him to relive what had started them on this path (and to maybe embarrass him just a little bit). And at one point, after a pretty big fight, Katsuki surprised her with a free boba by getting down on one knee in the middle of the store.

But with how big they were getting in the public eye, it was getting harder to explain away why they weren’t engaged even though they had participated in what most people would say made them so.

“Ochako.” He knelt and opened up a black velvet box. Nestled inside was a ring with a circular ruby sparkling in the middle of smaller diamonds studded along the band. It was a breathtaking prop. She would never have guessed it wasn’t real.

“Mhmm?” She giggled and wondered why he decided to do this today.

“I’m not very good at this stuff and I never thought I could have a life like this. But you make it so easy and… I love you. So will you marry me?” He looked up at her so imploringly, as if he didn’t know what she was going to say.

“Yes.” She cupped his face and laughed as she leaned forward to kiss him. “You know I’ll always say yes.”

As they pulled apart, he fit the ring onto her finger. It slid on smoothly, but stayed on snug, making her wonder how elaborate of a plan he set up to make it work out so perfectly.

By the time Katsuki got back into his seat, hand still holding hers, a trio of plates were placed onto their cleared table. They held petite macarons and perfectly-layered rectangles of various cakes and dots of fruity reductions that Ochako suddenly had room in her stomach for.

She dug in eagerly, only realizing Katsuki hadn’t taken a single bite when she went for a second bite. He was just sitting there with an easy smile, watching her.

“You don’t want any?” She asked sheepishly, retracting her fingers.

“It’s all yours.” He motioned, still smiling goofily.

“After all you just went through for them? C’mon, try one” She held up a matcha-green puff to his lips. Rather than open his mouth, his hold on her left hand went slack and pulled away, along with the happiness on his face. His red eyes flitted down at the ring on her hand before steeling their gaze at a far point across the restaurant.

“What’s wrong?” Ochako asked in concern, lowering the offered dessert.

“”S nothing.” Katsuki grumbled, his voice almost imperceptibly thick.

He was hurt. That much was obvious to Ochako, but she had no idea why. Everything had gone perfectly, from the moment they walked in, to the surprise free dessert. Unless…

“Oh my god.” The lump in her throat formed so instantaneously, Ochako’s next words came out as a hoarse croak. “You were asking for real… weren’t you?”

His silence was enough of an answer for her.

“Katsuki, I-I-” How could she have been so utterly clueless?

“Just… forget it.” He crossed his arms, a clear attempt at guarding his true feelings that were so evident in the trembling in his throat.

“I don’t want to forget it! I-I want to say yes!” Ochako pleaded, pushing aside the insulting plates to ease his forearms into her touch.

“You do?” Katsuki responded tentatively, letting her take hold of his now limp arms.

“Of course I do. There’s absolutely nothing in the world that I’d want more. I am… so unbelievably sorry for messing this up, Katsuki. I do want to marry you.”

He gave a slow nod, though his jaw still held tension. Doubt. Ochako wished to all hell she hadn’t been the one put it there.

“Let’s go home.” She suggested gently.

“You don’t want to finish those?” Katsuki motioned to the forgotten sweets with his chin.

She shook her head adamantly. “I don’t care about dessert. I just want to go home and spend the rest of our night off with my fiance.”

He cracked a small smile at that one. And as they walked out, arm-in-arm, Katsuki kissed her on the temple. A small gesture to let her know that he was ok, that he wasn’t mad at her.

But Ochako knew she would have to fix this.

---

It wasn’t so easy, not when they were some of the most demanded heroes of the country. It took meticulous planning and negotiating to get New Years off, there was no way for either of them to take another breather so soon.

And it frustrated Ochako to no end. How was she supposed to fix this and reciprocate his efforts when their lives kept getting in the way? 

They had so little time alone and even when they did, she was so apologetic that even the silence before falling asleep had gotten awkward. After the first couple of nights liket hat, Katsuki wrangled her into a bear hold and told her she had to let it go, or otherwise he wouldn’t. Not wanting to die of a heatstroke, and also relieved to know that he really wasn’t holding it against her, she conceded and things had mostly gotten to normal.

But she didn’t want normal. She wanted Katsuki to know how happy she was that he had wanted to be tied to her forever. Ochako would never forgive herself for letting this next part of their lives start off with him thinking she thought his commitment was a joke or some ruse. He meant so much more to her than that.

She knew better than anyone how precious his feelings were and a proposal was always going to be one of the most important moments for him. It wasn’t never the grand gesture of going to the most highly rated restaurant and picking out a gorgeous ring that mattered, but knowing that he loved her in a way he never would towards another person.

So maybe that was her answer.

“Hey, Katsuki?” Figuring they had ample time before the present villain situation became dire, Ochako tapped his elbow without stunting her running pace.

Katsuki acknowledged her with a nod, not breaking his concentration towards securing his gauntlets as they neared the newest threat six blocks away.

“Will you marry me?” 

“You’re asking me this now??” The incredulity in his tone made her laugh.

“Yes! I want you now, forever, in any and every way I can have you!” They sprinted past businessmen, school children, shopowners, the ordinary people of the city as she continued to pour her heart out. “I love every moment with you, and I don’t expect the busyness of our lives to change when we get married. The fancy dinners and elaborate desserts are wonderful, but I don’t need any of that to know I want to spend my life you.”

Ochako caught her breath and panted out the next part. “I want to marry you like this, exactly the way you are.”

Before she could prompt him for an answer, she was yanked towards him in a kiss. It wasn’t long. If anything, it lasted a little more than they could probably afford considering electrical wires were showering down sparks in the neighborhood a few cross streets away from them. But it conveyed enough for the heaviness in Ochako’s insides to finally dissipate.

“Is that a yes?” She teased as they bolted towards the epicenter of destruction.

“That’s a hell yes.” Katsuki’s grin was the widest she’d ever seen it. “And after we take down this motherfucker, we’re going for whatever dessert you want!”

Well, as long as it was with him, Ochako couldn’t imagine anything sweeter.