Whenever Eijirou gets injured, Katsuki gets involved, whether it’s soothing nicks and sores, tearing fabric to wrap his wounds or threatening to blow up a hospital when they don’t let him see Eijirou. They should just get married. They’d let him in then.

#krbkmonth2020 day four!

Ever since Katsuki and Eijirou had become hero partners, the likelihood that they could get to each other before anyone else could when one of them got injured had upped tenfold, and it was one of the best things /ever/.

Gone were the days where Katsuki would /only/ find out about Eijirou’s hospitalisation on television or through a nervous phone call, though things had got better when he’d grabbed Eijirou one day and yelled in his face, “Make me your emergency contact, you dumbass!”

But still not good enough.

Yet here, when they usually worked cases together, fought side by side with never much distance between them, they could hear each other’s cries, or else /lack/ of noise.

It was sort of an amazing thing, just how motivated Katsuki would get when he’d see that Eijirou got injured by whoever they were attacking. He’d see red, his whole being would get charged up with the thought to avenge and between rage and war cries,

the scene would be over in flat minutes. Then Eijirou might laugh weakly in triumph and clutch where he got hurt, or stumble over to Katsuki and throw an arm over his shoulders pretending he wasn’t using him as leverage.

Or sometimes he’d just collapse, and Katsuki would practically fly over to catch him. Eijirou would just do the same for him, after all.

First rule of Eijirou’s Major Injuries was to never believe the guy’s smiles and ‘I’m fiiiiine’ when he looked infinitely /less/ than fine.

Next rule was to call an ambulance. Definitely call an ambulance. Then try and remember to call the police after even though the case didn’t fucking matter as much as Eijirou’s wellbeing. But it was also kind of his job.

Third rule was to try and ride alongside Eijirou in the ambulance but that didn’t always work out. The more famous he got, the more people usually let him but they’d keep going on about only letting spouses and family members

and Katsuki wanted to /scream/ that him and Eijirou were practically family. They shared fucking everything, they lived together, they worked together, Katsuki was closer to no-one else.

Then he’d go to the hospital himself, and just get told the same thing and that he needed to wait until visiting hours. For fuck’s sake. Thank God Eijirou started to get the hint after a while and started to ask for Katsuki after he’d woken up,

but that still didn’t always automatically let him in. At least he was always the first one to see him. At fucking least he’d get to burst in like a madman even if it was a few hours late and see Eijirou smile at him like Katsuki was all he wanted to see.

Some hospitals understood their closeness and let him in. But some didn’t, and it still grated Katsuki to his very core. At one point he was /so/ fucking tempted to tell one of the idiot nurses that they were married.

He’d tear off a ring from his smaller grenades and slip it on his finger for ‘proof’, how hard would that be?

But it was lying, and word would get out that’d make the world go crazy...so fuck that.

But Eijirou had way less tact and brain than him, because one day when Katsuki was laying in a hospital bed with a barely patched fractured forearm and a stitched gash in his leg after a particularly hard fight with someone with a knife Quirk,

his partner rushed in out of breath and slammed the door closed behind him.

“Wha- how the fuck d’you get here so fast?” Katsuki asked in surprise, still a little woozy as Eijirou heaved a breath at the sight of him and ran over,

jumping into the seat by his bed and grabbing Katsuki’s hand to rub against his cheek.

“Told them we were married,” Eijirou laughed as he closed his eyes, holding Katsuki’s hand gently with both of his, and Katsuki’s eyes widened.

“You what?”

“Sorry. I know it was a dumb lie, I just had to see you, I- that villain had hurt some people so badly, I was worried that-”

“Oi, oi. I’m good,” Katsuki said firmly, fingers slowly curling out so the tips could card through the guy’s hair that he hadn’t even spiked.

“Isn’t this your day off?”

“You really think that’d stop me from seeing you?”

He had a point.

“Thank God you’re fine, man,” Eijirou sighed, kissing the inside of Katsuki’s palm before dropping the hand into his lap, fiddling with it gently. Katsuki hummed, letting his eyes slip closed.

“It’s scarier these days, you getting hurt when I’m not there because I’m so /used/ to being there now.”

Katsuki felt the same way, so he nodded. He felt a hand run through his hair back and forth.

“And I’m sick of them saying I’m not allowed to see you.”

Katsuki wanted to scream ‘me too’, but all that left his mouth was, “Let’s get married then.”

He could feel Eijirou’s entire body freeze up. “H...huh?”

“It has all the benefits. Financially, and in regards to each other, we’ll be looked at as even more of a unit-”

“No, I...I get it,” Eijirou said quietly, resting Katsuki’s hand back on the bed before letting go. “Wow. I can’t believe you’d really want to.”

“S’beneficial, why /wouldn’t/ I.”

“Katsuki.”

Katsuki blinked his eyes open, looking up and seeing Eijirou hanging his head, hair framing his face a little as his teeth toyed with his bottom lip. Then he sighed.

“It sounds good.”

Katsuki tried not to sound too excited. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. But I...what if I fall in love with someone one day?”

Oh. Katsuki felt his mood sinking when he remembered what the major reason for marriage usually was.

“You can fall in love with me if you want,” Katsuki said, and Eijirou raised his head to stare at him in utter amazement, before bursting into laughter. Katsuki furrowed his eyebrows at the reaction before Eijirou reached for his hand again, squeezing it tight.

“Dude, oh God- that was one of the most incredible things you’ve ever said and you say the wackiest shit.”

“I don’t say wacky shit! /You/ say wacky shit!” Katsuki argued fiercely and Eijirou giggled some more.

“Gah. No kidding though, I really do want to, it’d make things so good. Have you heard about those things - queerplatonic relationships?”

Katsuki blinked curiously, and Eijirou smiled at him.

“Two of these friends I have in the States are in one. It’s like...a relationship that’s just between platonic and romantic. Kind of. Like it has more benefits than a platonic relationship, more emotions and touches and stuff. I don’t know much about it...

but some of those people get married.”

“I...feel emotionally towards you,” Katsuki said, reaching out to touch Eijirou’s hand, and Eijirou looked like he was going to erupt into both tears and laughter as he leant down and hugged Katsuki gently so to not hurt him,

whining in his ear, “Why are you so cute?!”

“Meds,” Katsuki deadpanned, closing his eyes again as he slid an arm around Eijirou’s back, face resting in his shoulder. “But that shit sounds good. I’d take it.

Don’t care for the title or whatever but if it’d make you say yes then let’s go for it.”

“D’you think we have a queerplatonic relationship?”

“Uh...sure.” Katsuki had no idea, but Eijirou hugged him tighter so it had to be the right answer.

“Oh man, why does that make me so happy. I’m so happy. We’re so close and that makes me really happy!” Eijirou wailed, and Katsuki thought that he sounded really dumb right now.

But he loved it when Eijirou was happy, he always glowed even more than usual and his bright aura was seeping into Katsuki’s skin. He hummed, thinking he was happy too as he hugged Eijirou’s waist and hoped the guy would stay while he slept.

From that moment on, things really did start looking up. Katsuki didn’t use his grenades, but he went to a fancy jeweller’s. And hated absolutely every ring on offer. They were too gaudy, and he got too bored of most of them too quickly.

He asked for simple, and the clerk looked so surprised. Probably because the great Ground Zero himself was one of the flashiest heroes out there, and here he was wanting something minimalistic.

“Getting married, sir?” the clerk squeaked, sounding awed and like he was going to gossip about this to all his friends, but Katsuki just felt himself smile a little.

“Yeah.”

The clerk looked ready to die, and hurried him over to the simpler collections. Katsuki liked the look of them, plain stark bands that winked not too obnoxiously in the light.

“Can we get them on chains?”

“Oh, of course, sir!”

It made sense, after all. He could tuck it under his hero shirt and make sure it wouldn’t get lost or damaged. Eijirou couldn’t do the same, but he hoped the guy would wear it when he wasn’t working.

He left the store whistling through his flu mask, with everyone inside staring after him wondering what the hell had put a guy like him in this good of a mood.

Eijirou cried when he saw the rings.

“/Oh/,” Eijirou breathed, covering his face but Katsuki clicked his tongue, pulling the guy’s hands away.

“Why the fuck are you crying.”

“I didn’t know you’d go that far. I’m. I don’t know- I just can’t believe this is happening,” Eijirou laughed through tears, and he was crying so pretty, no-one else could ever have the audacity to look so good whenever they were happy.

“Marriage isn’t that big of a deal,” Katsuki said, though his voice was soft, and Eijirou beamed at him as he took the rose-gold chain that Katsuki held out to him.

“Forever with you is, though.”

Oh. Marriage could mean forever.

And Katsuki had always thought in the back of his mind that he’d be with Eijirou forever, he couldn’t really imagine wanting things any other way, so if this cemented that thought then it made things all the better.

God, this was /such/ a good idea. He should’ve done something about it earlier.

“Are we engaged?” Eijirou gasped, hands grabbing Katsuki’s shoulders and Katsuki snickered.

“I think so. D’you wanna be?”

Eijirou just let out some strangled noise as he threw himself at Katsuki in a hug, and he could only smile and squeeze him back. Eijirou seemed even goofier and brighter than normal since this whole thing started and it just drove it in further that this was the best idea.

That week, Katsuki felt like he was floating on clouds. Once he was all set and back to work, him and Eijirou fought together seamlessly, no more difficult injuries coming to light.

Eijirou was like fucking Snow White at home, singing joyfully off-key around the house and throwing open curtains and even washing the damn dishes the same day he’d put them in the sink.

The first time Katsuki caught him cleaning up after dinner he’d been so surprised that he almost thought it was imposter. Then wondered why an imposter would be cleaning his dishes. Then took all his thoughts back when Eijirou started running at him with soapy hands for a hug.

Katsuki always got a little smile on his face whenever he saw Eijirou’s ring swinging from his neck at home, and he’d fiddle with his own. He’d make sure to hide the smiles so Eijirou couldn’t tease him about it, but one time he’d slipped up,

Eijirou just settled beside him on the couch and kissed his shoulder. No complaining there.

“How are we gonna tell people?” Eijirou asked one night when they were sprawled over each other in Katsuki’s bed, having just finished watching an action movie. Katsuki shrugged.

“We’re close as hell, this is just one more thing to add to our agenda. I don’t think anyone could take it badly, either. They know you’re gay.”

“They don’t know that you are.”

“Even I don’t know what I am,” Katsuki yawned, pushing his face into Eijirou’s neck. “That shit shouldn’t matter to anyone we tell.”

“You’re right, you’re right, you’re so cool. Still, if you get backlash then come tell me and I’ll hug you to pieces,”

Eijirou said with a firm nod, wrapping his arms around Katsuki for good measure, and the latter rolled his eyes.

“I already basically said I don’t /care/. What we should focus on is fans being sad that we’re unavailable.”

“Wait, we’re gonna go /public/ public?! I was just talking about families and friends!” Eijirou yelped, sitting up and Katsuki stared at him incredulously.

“We’re gonna be telling hospitals all around the country. Might as well make it ‘public public’, you dipshit.”

“You want to?” Eijirou asked in surprise, but Katsuki didn’t know why. This whole thing was Katsuki’s idea in the first place and he’d take it the whole way.

“Obviously.”

Eijirou was quiet for a second. Then he looked down, and fiddled with the ring lying on his chest. “The whole world’s gonna know I’m married to you.”

“D’you not want that?” Katsuki asked in utter confusion, sitting up now too

but Eijirou attacked him with a hug that just had him knocked back down again.

Then he heard snores.

“Fucking hell,” Katsuki snorted, but he brushed Eijirou’s hair back, kissed his temple, then tugged the blanket over them.

They had dinner in the living room the night that Katsuki brought over the marriage papers.

“Don’t spill wine on it, you idiot,” Katsuki scolded as he pushed Eijirou away, and the guy just laughed at him, huddling up closer.

“This is so excitinggggg-”

“Exciting my ass, it’s just paperwork.”

“Aren’t you excited? Why aren’t you as happy as me?” Eijirou pouted, swirling the wine in his glass gloomily and Katsuki stared at him in amazement.

“Wha- the /fuck/ are you talking about? Just ‘cause I’m not crying and glowing like the fucking sun doesn’t mean I’m not happy.”

Eijirou didn’t look like he believed him, hanging his head, and Katsuki frowned as he pushed the papers and pen to a side and took hold of his idiot’s face. “Hey. You know why we started this. ‘Cause we wanna easily see each other when we get majorly hurt.”

Eijirou looked up, nodding like a kicked puppy.

“Even just that makes me happy. And the fact that we’ll be connected in such a big way makes me happy. And you being so happy about it makes me happy, you moron. I’m really glad you wanna do this, because I know you want love too.

I mean, I do love you and shit, I love you a lot, but it’s probably not...the right kinda love, I guess. You know what I mean.”

Katsuki really didn’t expect for Eijirou to lean forward and press his lips to Katsuki’s so gently that they were barely there. But it made his skin tingle, as Eijirou’s smile when he moved back filled him with whole bundles of warmth.

“Sorry. I was gonna kiss your cheek then changed my mind,” Eijirou giggled, and Katsuki murmured fondly, “I’m cutting you off the damn wine.”

“I love you more than anyone ever. You know that, you’ve been my number one since we were fifteen. I don’t think I could ever love someone else this much and I know /you’re/ the guy I wanna be with forever.

I was thinking about it and thought, eh, what man could catch my eye more than the great Bakugou Katsuki?”

“No man,” Katsuki agreed solemnly because damn /straight/, and Eijirou draped himself over Katsuki’s shoulder.

“So this is the best thing. Best thing ever.”

“Are you falling in love with me, then?” Katsuki asked, and Eijirou laughed again.

“I don’t think I even care about that. I just wanna love you.”

“Nice.”

Eijirou kissed him again, tender and close-mouthed and just as small, and it felt like a bridge for all of their wordless swelling emotions for each other to pass over as Katsuki found Eijirou’s hand and squeezed it.

He tasted love and dedication on his lips, and hoped Eijirou got the same.

“Thank you for letting me kiss you,” Eijirou whispered, and Katsuki raised an eyebrow.

“You do it everywhere else. One more place doesn’t matter.”

Eijirou smacked a kiss onto his forehead as if to emphasise Katsuki’s own point, and they wrestled each other to the ground through laughter with dinner and the marriage papers strewn beside them, /almost/ forgotten.

Katsuki had been thinking about that night a few weeks later, just before he caught sight of the TV in his office of the agency showing Eijirou being carried away on a stretcher. Katsuki’s eyes widened as he ran over,

already dialling a number into his phone as he brought it to his ear and watched the screen in a trance. Eijirou had been struck by a surprise bomb. Fuck, fuck, /fuck/.

He was out the door in minutes the moment he’d been told which hospital Eijirou was being taken to.

And this time, when he soared through the door and people tried to stop him, he yanked on the chain around his neck. “I’m Red Riot’s fucking husband, now /tell/ me where his room is!”

So Katsuki had messed up a little. He’d yelled that loud enough for even civilians in the waiting room to hear, for every piece of staff there to hear, and some people even started clapping which had him ready to tear his hair out.

But just before a commotion could start, a doctor quickly told him to follow him, and Katsuki was about to collapse from relief.

“EIJIROU-”

“Not that room, Ground Zero sir.”

“Fuck, how many rooms are there?!”

“This is a main city hospital, sir.”

“I don’t care, I- it’s that one?”

“Yes.”

Katsuki groaned because /finally/, but he quickly whirled around to the doctor. “Did you patch him up good? How the fuck is he doing?”

“It was not as major as we initially thought, and he’ll be fine. I can give you the details if you’d like,” Doc said, and Katsuki waved him off.

“I’ll hear it later, or from Ei himself. Thanks.”

Katsuki ignored his reply and turned around, kicking the door open. No staff came by to berate him, and thank God, because he wanted nothing to ruin the moment Eijirou turned to look at him then lit up so drastically. “HUSBAND!”

“You fucking brat,” Katsuki said, unable to hold back his unabashed grin as he stomped over. And Eijirou shuffled into a half-sitting position to lean into him when Katsuki immediately hugged him, sure to be gentle. He felt Eijirou kiss the ring hanging from his neck. “I’m here.”

— the end! krbk month goin strong