I Just Read Your "rating Pet Name My Wife Gives Me" It's So Cute 🥰 Will You Do Hinata Shouyou?

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i cried katsuki i love you

“i can do the alphabet in sign language!” eri chirps to you one night, tugging at the bottom of your skirt as she gazes up at you with that sparkle in her eyes she gets when she's about to show you something important.

the city hums softly outside your window. cars in the distance, someone’s dog barking, the occasional clink of a bottle hitting pavement. you’re curled on the couch with your legs tucked beneath you, fingers grazing the hem of the throw blanket, and eri’s settled close, knees bumping yours, her face lit by the soft blue flicker of the tv screen.

your mouth parts into a soft gasp, eyes going round with surprise, delight catching in your throat. “that’s so cool!” you grin, reaching for her instinctively, brushing a hand through her snowy hair. “you should show suki, he’d really like it.”

she nods, mouth stretched into a proud little beam, her arms winding around your leg in a hug, like she wants to melt into your side and stay there forever. “okay! where is he?”

you glance up, eyes flicking toward the hallway without much thought.

“i dunno,” you hum. “i think he’s getting your bedsheets.”

“i’m gonna go find him!” she cheers, letting go of you and running off without another word, small feet padding down the hallway before you can call out a reminder. to be gentle and cautious.

you sink back into the couch with a quiet wince, already imagining the startle that’s coming. katsuki doesn’t wear his hearing aids at home. he says they make him feel alienated, like he’s underwater in his own home. says he prefers the quiet, even when it means he misses footsteps behind him.

down the hall, eri’s palm skims the wall as she turns the corner.

“suki?” she calls out, forgetting he can't hear her.

she finds him with his back to the room, broad shoulders blocking the light from the closet as he reaches for the folded sheets on the top shelf.

she slowly steps over to his spot, tapping his bulgy arm and looking up at him with pride. he jumps, and almost blasts whatever it is coming near him. he knows it's not you, you make sure to knock on the wall or anything just to make yourself known before getting close to him.

it’s not dramatic, not loud, just a sharp inhale as his muscles twitch beneath his skin, the sheets nearly slipping from his hands, turning his head to look down at her in surprise.

“you scared me,” he mutters, voice low, words shaped more from breath than sound.

eri just grins up at him, undeterred. she lifts her right hand, fingers curling and tucking until they make a neat little H. katsuki raises a brow, the closet door creaking as it swings shut behind him.

immediately after, she forms an I with a soft grin

then she follows it with an I, fingers small and steady, her eyes never leaving his. her smile is proud. soft. expectant.

the moment reached him slower than it should have, but she keeps going.

her fingers move carefully, like she’s practiced this a hundred times in her room, mouthing the letters silently as she went. she starts spelling out the alphabet, grinning with pride.

by the time she gets to K, katsuki's kneeling, bringing himself to her level as he sits on his heels so they’re eye to eye. his expression softens in a way only a handful of people ever get to see.

his hand rises— not to stop her, not to fix her hands, not to take over. just to mirror her. to do it with her.

his lips are twitching, not into a smile yet, but close enough. something fond, folded under layers of gruffness and disbelief.

“you learn all that just for me?” he asks, low and rough.

eri nods, both hands flying up now, fingers tangling as she shows him N, then O, like she doesn’t want to waste time answering him out loud.

katsuki exhales like he’s been holding it in since she tapped him, then reaches forward and cups the back of her head gently, thumb brushing through her hair.

“your hair needs to be brushed." he murmurs, like he's trying to escape from the feeling inside of him. he's not even sure what it is, it just feels nice. to have her, this little girl, learn a language for him.

he reaches for the fallen sheets with a smile, a real smile. the kind that pushes up into his eyes and softens all the hard lines around his mouth.

recently got a new drawing tablet (this is why fics have been coming out very very slow)

(i’ve referenced the pose for the hoshiumi drawing off a pinterest picture which had a user named ‘Tasutasu’ on tiktok. i searched up the name but i couldn’t find the account 😭 if anyone has it, send it through and ill edit this post)

taking care of our son 🤗

ac: getoad on twt

izuku loves to be as close as possible

izuku was always touching you. he always had his hand on you or arms wrapped around you in some way, wanting to be close to you at all times. he especially loved the touch you gave him as well, whether it was a hand rubbing his cheek, your lips touching his, a hug, or something else.

he enjoyed it because it made him feel so loved. he tried to have skin-to-skin contact with you whenever he could, finding comfort in your heartbeat and breathing.

so when the two of you are in your room and getting ready for bed, izuku thinks about a position he should sleep in. should he spoon you? should you spoon him? what was he supposed to do?

but he suddenly had an idea, and hopefully you would be comfortable with it. he took his shirt off with ease and threw it onto your chair. then, he shyly crawled under your shirt, making sure you didn’t have a bra on. he needed to fully feel you, after all.

you mumbled, “what’re you doing, zu?” and felt his chest and head on your chest, he let out a soft laugh.

“just want to feel you. is this okay?”

“it is, baby. don’t worry about it.” you reassured, rubbing his back as both of your chests were touching.

his strong, muscular arms wrapped around your waist, and his head poked out through your neckline. his soft hair tickled your chin and cheeks, but you played with it nonetheless. he mumbled in satisfaction, loving how your hands were all over him.

izuku’s lips eventually found their way to your neck, kissing the soft skin a few times before stopping. in response, you kissed his forehead, feeling his smile on your collarbone.

it didn’t take long for either of you to fall asleep, and he rested with dreams about you.

haii another izuku writing!! sry if this one was boring

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