#bkdk #ktdk Kacchan is always taking care of Izuku, so of course,...

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Kacchan is always taking care of Izuku, so of course, Izuku wants to do the same.

Both of them have scars, Izuku’s tend to pull more often because of the sheer amount of them, but Kacchan is always there, with scar cream and his warm hands, ready to love and soothe.

By the time Kacchan is done with him, he’s a puddle of goo in their bed w his husband’s quiet chuckle filling up his thoughts and chest.

Izuku wants to return the favour, but Kacchan never lets him, says that his don’t ache as much and that he can take care of them himself.

But

But that’s not the point! “Let me take care of you,” Izuku bursts one day, doe eyes full of tears and pouting up a storm. “Please.”

And oh.

Oh. What’s Katsuki to do against that?

He blinks and nods before he even registers what he’s doing, and just like that

Izuku’s megawatt smile is back and he’s leaning up to his toes to kiss his Kacchan on the cheek. “Good,” he says. “Lie down on your stomach, please.”

Katsuki does as told, gently prompted by Izuku’s fluttery, rough hands, and turns his head to look at him as he gathers

oils and scar cream and sets them by Katsuki’s side on the bed.

“Oof,” he huffs when Izuku climbs on top of him and settles right above his ass.

“Too heavy?”

“S’like having a brick house resting on my tailbone.”

Izuku hums, smiling when Kacchan melts into their bedding.

“I like it.”

Izuku bends down to kiss the back of his neck, “I know.”

He grabs the scar cream and warms it between his palms before he swipes them over Kacchan’s scars.

The one on his shoulder and the one on his side, and then down the arm he almost lost in the war.

Izuku is slow and methodical, digging the pads of his thumbs in the rough skin and massaging in circles.

Kacchan lets out deep sighs and a few relieved groans when Izuku manages to find a knot and works it loose with devoted determination.

“Fuck.”

Izuku hums, “Feel good?”

“Yeah,” Kacchan sighs again.

Izuku keeps at it until he’s satisfied and Kacchan is half dozing in the sheets.

After, he puts the cream and oils away and with his hands smelling of herbs and sandalwood, he drops on his side to lie down next to his husband.

Kacchan seeks his warmth, turning his face towards Izuku and mumbling something Izuku can’t make out.

But it doesn’t matter, “I love you so much,” Izuku whispers, nuzzling his face into Kacchan’s sleep-soft warmth. “So, let me take care of you more often, okay?”

Kacchan hums, leaning in to kiss Izuku in the forehead. “Whatever you want, baby.”

And Izuku smiles, rough hands resting on the scars that Kacchan got because of him and that now he gets to take care of.

“I want you. Always you.”

Kacchan’s smile is soft like the dawn. “And I’ll always be yours to keep.”