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“You know, I’m gonna marry you someday.”
Katsuki turns to look at Eijirou from where he’d been doing his post workout stretches. It’s an early Sunday morning and they’re out in one of the fields near the dorms. Sundays have always been their day to train together, just the two of them, even before they’d started dating, and all the gyms on campus being booked wasn’t going to change that routine. They’d just spent the past hour doing some intense quirk sparring and are now sitting on the grass, catching their breaths as the sun climbs up the morning sky.
Katsuki pauses mid-toe touch and lifts an eyebrow at the sudden break in the silence, an amused smirk on his face. “Is that so?”
Eijirou nods his head, an easy smile on his own. “Yup! I’ve already got the whole proposal planned out and everything!”
This time both ashy blonde eyebrows go up, though the amusement never wavers. “Yeah? You come up with some lame, dramatic crap outta some shitty romcom or something?”
The spikey haired boy just laughs. “Nah, don’t worry, no boombox over my head or getting down on my knees in the rain or anything like that.”
Katsuki scowls at the thought. “Well thank god for that, the last thing I need is to get hypothermia just cuz you went and watched way too many shitty movies with Pinky.”
Eijirou just shakes his head and takes a sip of water before going into more detail, knowing the blonde’s insults are a thin veil for his genuine curiosity.
“No, nothing like that. What I am gonna do is take you on a nice hike up a mountain. A big one, the kind you like! Someplace that we’ve gone to enough times by then that you won’t be suspicious when I suggest it, but not so often that it’s not still special when we go. We’ll camp out at the top for the night, and I’ll pack your favorite spicy instant ramen to cook over the campfire – and something for myself, cuz I’d rather not die on the day I propose to you.”
Katsuki, as always, rolls his eyes at his boyfriend’s lack of spice tolerance, but the redhead just pushes forward.
“Then, after we’ve eaten, we’ll lay down and watch the stars for a bit. I’ve actually been looking up all the different constellations you can see from Japan! I know you already know, like, the North Star and all that, but that’s for not getting lost, not star gazing, so it doesn’t really count. I’m still trying to decide on which constellation to stop and propose at, though. Maybe the dragon one? That feels right, y’know? But anyways, after I get to the right one, I’ll reach into my bag, and with the mountain and the stars and the campfire setting the perfect mood, I’ll ask you to marry me!”
Eijirou smiles dreamily, already envisioning the moment in all its fantastical glory. While it might not be as big or dramatic as any of the movies, it’ll still be intimate and romantic, which he thinks fits his boyfriend perfectly. And really, isn’t the whole point of a proposal for the person being proposed to to be happy, anyways?
He realizes after a moment that he’d gotten a bit lost in his daydream and that there’s been nothing but silence between them the entire time. He looks back over to see that Katsuki’s face is bright red as he glares down at the water bottle he’s all but crushing in his hand. Anyone else would probably think he’s about to explode with anger, but the redhead knows him well enough by now to know that he’s actually just flustered.
He gets like this a lot, actually, any time the other boy says something that he deems “sappy as hell”. Even after almost nine months of dating, he still doesn’t seem to have gotten used to hearing anything sweet or sentimental.
It’s fine by Eijirou, really. Hell, it’s practically become his favorite pastime to see all the different ways he can make the blonde’s face scrunch up and blush in that way he can’t help but find cute and endearing. He’s come to learn by now that it’s best to just wait patiently for the embarrassed teen to collect himself and choose the direction for the rest of the conversation.
Sure enough, he eventually recovers enough to ask, “And how long did it take you to come up with that cliché ass plan, huh, Hair for Brains?”
Eijirou ignores the insults and just smiles fondly as he answers, “Well I did have to scrap a few of my earlier plans.”
Katsuki whips his head around to look at him incredulously. “You had other plans!? That you thought were worse than that!?”
“Of course, man! I wasn’t just gonna go with the first idea that popped into my head!”
Katsuki looks at him warily, though his body leaning in gives away his curiosity. “I’m almost scared to ask what the guy who thinks fucking crocs are acceptable footwear would consider a bad idea.”
All too used to the jabs at his sense of style, Eijirou just lays back onto the ground with his hands behind his head. “Well, anything that had to do with food quickly went out the window. Nothing I could make compares to your cooking, and even when we go out to eat, depending on the place, you’ll still spend the whole meal talking about what you would have done better.”
Katsuki huffs in what Eijirou interprets as agreement before he continues. “I liked the idea of doing it after a fight with a villain or a big mission or something, or even when you’re officially announced as the Number One Hero! But then I figured you’d want the focus to be on your hero work, not our relationship.”
Katsuki sneers at that. “Damn right, Shitty Hair! Out here tryna steal my thunder!”
Eijirou just gives him a quick placating smile. “I also thought about proposing at graduation, but I ran into a similar problem where I didn’t wanna take the attention away from everyone else’s big day, too. Not to mention you definitely wouldn’t want anything so public.”
Katsuki clicks his tongue, far less offended than he’d been seconds earlier. “Tch, considerate bastard.”
The redhead carries on, undeterred by the backhanded compliment. “And besides, we’d be so focused on starting our hero careers, we wouldn’t have time to actually plan a wedding! Not to mention I wouldn’t have the money for a decent ring yet, especially considering I’ll need it specially made and all.”
Katsuki furrows his eyebrows at that. “Specially made? How come?”
“Cuz of your quirk, duh!”
The air of playfulness finally drops from the blonde’s face, replaced by a look of surprise and awe. “You took my quirk into account when thinking about all this?”
Eijirou grins, silently preening at having impressed his notoriously hard to impress boyfriend.
“Yeah, of course I did! What’s the point of getting you a nice ring if it’s just gonna get destroyed by an explosion, y’know? So, I had to look up the most fireproof metals, and I think this thing called tungsten would work, but apparently it’s not very useful by itself, so I think I would have to have it mixed with titanium or something. I’m not entirely sure how that works yet, but either way I’m gonna need to save a lotta money to have it made, so I’m…...uh, Kats?”
Eijirou had looked up in the middle of his rambling to see Katsuki giving him a bewildered look. “Jesus Christ, Eiji, how long have you been thinking about this shit that you already have so many goddamn details figured out?!”
The boy in question purses his lips as he thinks, as if he’d just been asked about a subject in class and not how long he’s been planning a major life and relationship milestone. Hell, if anything this question is WAY easier to answer than anything on a math test.
“Well, I knew I wanted to marry you since Kamino, but once we started dating and I realized that what I want's actually possible, I knew I had to start planning out the most perfect proposal possible so that you’ll have to say yes! Besides, I know your standards are way too high to settle for anything less than the best.”
There’s a long pause where Katsuki just looks at him, almost cautiously, like he’s waiting for Eijirou to burst out laughing and admit he’s just messing with him. The redhead starts to get a bit antsy, and is about to ask if the other boy’s ok when he finally speaks. “You actually mean all this shit, don’t you?”
Eijirou blinks at that. “Yeah, of course I do, babe! Did you think I was just joking around or something? I really mean it, Kats, honestly! I wanna ask you to marry me!”
Katsuki tilts his head to the side and narrows his eyes. “So do it then.”
Eijirou mimics his boyfriend’s head tilt, though his is out of confusion more than anything. “Huh? What’dya mean?”
The blonde lifts his chin in a challenge. “Do it. Propose. I don’t wanna wait for all that sappy ass shit. If you really want me to marry you, fucking do something about it.”
Eijirou’s eyes go wide as he jolts up from where he’d been laying, completely blindsided by the sharp turn this conversation’s taken. “Wha – but – NOW?!”
“Why the fuck not now, huh?”
“Dude! We’re only seventeen! And we’ve only been together for like a year! Less than that, even! Shouldn’t we at least wait until I can do all those things!?”
Katsuki scowls at him, though his partner can tell he feels more hurt than angry. “I just said I don’t care about all that! Look, if you didn’t actually mean it then –”
“No, I did! I do! I promise I do, just – hold on!”
Eijirou looks around frantically. For what exactly, he’s not sure, but this is all already so far from what he’d planned out in his head – how did HE end up being the one surprised? – that he at least doesn’t want to do it empty handed. He spots a flower nearby and immediately reaches over to pull it out of the ground. It’s red, that’s romantic, right?
He takes a deep breath to steel his nerves before shoving the flower towards his boyfriend.
“I love you, Kats, so much. You’re the most amazing, inspiring, strongest person I know. You make me stronger. You make me feel like I’m actually enough, like I can do anything, and god, I hope I can do half as much for you as you do for me. All I want is to stand by your side as you become the best hero in the world, like I know you’ll be. I wanna be with you forever, no matter what. Bakugou Katsuki, will you marry me?”
They’re both covered in sweat and soot from Katsuki’s quirk. They’re sitting on grass that’s still damp from the morning mist and definitely staining their clothes, and Eijirou’s spikes are already starting to fall out of its gelled style. They’ve only been dating for eight months, and they’re not even old enough to get married yet. There’s no ring, no stars, no campfire to set the mood.
But when Katsuki blushes and snatches the flower out of his hand, Eijirou knows he wouldn’t have changed a single thing about this.
“Fuck, Red, a simple ‘will you marry me’ woulda been enough, you didn’t have to say all that useless crap.”
Eijirou smiles wide and leans in for a kiss, knowing that’s the blonde’s version of a “yes”. They’ve kissed a million times by now, but it never gets old for him, never fails to make him giddy and excited and happy, and this one is no exception. The only real difference is the underlying promise of forever, of certainty and commitment, passing between their lips.
There’s also the fact that Eijirou’s eyes are brimming with tears he’s sure to be teased about later, but he just can’t bring himself to care. He’s officially engaged to his favorite person on the planet, surely a few manly tears are warranted, right?
Katsuki pulls back from the kiss to lean back on one hand, the other twirling the flower thoughtfully before he smirks at his sharp toothed fiancée. “So, now that we got the proposal outta the way, tell me what the wedding’s gonna be like.”
Eijirou grins and starts going over all his wedding plans.