You and Izuku knew each-other your whole lives. Literally. Your parents were friends in high-school and became friends and both gotten pregnant around the same time just to have kids that are best friends.

You were the only person Izuku really opened up to, he ran to you in his darkest and lightest moments. He trusted you with his secrets and his life.

You both always had sleepovers and when not together you would stay up on FaceTime laughing at stupid topics. That was 5 years ago when you both were dating.

Nows a little different, you both were married and live together.

Yesterday you both had a little disagreement, not too big to call an argument but it still angered you both, causing you both to ignore each-other for a while.

Today you came home from work and saw him in the couch, you rolled your eyes and scoffed at his laziness, not even bothering to hug you or say hello as you finally get home. You walk to the bedroom and change out of your uniform, taking a warm shower before relaxing in bed for a while. A while later you check the time and realize it’s time to start dinner. With a groan, you pull back the covers and slip out of bed, heading towards the kitchen. You glance to Izuku who’s just making his way to the bedroom without saying a word. Your heart aches seeing you treat each other like this, but when you try saying something to fix this situation, nothing comes out…

You sigh as you realize he’s already in the room, and just try focusing on cooking for now.

A few minutes later, you hear a quiet click of the door from upstairs, soft thuds against the stairs, and when you glance over, he’s already next to you, dropping to his knees and rubbing his hands up and down your leg, whispering on and on about how sorry he is about the disagreement and how much he loves you and would hate to lose you. Your eyes widen as you look down at him and feel a sudden heat rush up your face as it flushes your cheeks. Your hands drop from the stove to his head, threading your fingers through his dark curls before running your hand down his cheek and softly gripping his chin and lifting his gaze up to meet yours, your thumb caressing his bottom lip gently. You admire how needy and soft he looks on his knees in front of you to apologize. His hands still running up and down your leg before wrapping his arms around your leg and pulling you closer. He brings his face more towards your thigh before placing soft kisses on them, his gaze still locked with yours.