Right Where I Needed to be

Aggresively Approaching

"I want to do you." He confirmed. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him close. I quickly rolled us over, so I was on top of him. I dropped my head and teasingly bit his nipple. He let out a deep groan and thrust his hips up. I bit his nipple one more time before pulling away. I scooted further up his body and placed my lips against his for a rough kiss. He kissed me back passionately. Our cocks rubbed together while our tongues wrestled. I was the first one to pull away when I needed air. I used my right arm to support my weight and raised my left hand. I set it on his cheek and leaned my forehead against his.

"Let me take care of you this time."

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"I'm sorry." Kacchan mumbled as I dumped a cup of water over his head.

"There's no need to apologize." I responded. "I encouraged you to break everything." I chuckled.

"Not for just that. I practically begged you to have sex with me when I was crying. Now, you're literally helping bathe me." His voice cracked every few words, which made my heart break even more. "I'm supposed to be the one taking care of you."

"Kacchan, you don't have to be strong all the time." I set the cup down on the corner of the tub. "This is hard for you, and I know that. I've been so caught up with the U.A. Killer and everything else that I haven't been paying as much attention to your feelings and emotions as I should have been." Tears filled my eyes when I realized I hadn't been a great husband. "I'm sorry for being a lousy husband. I'll do better."

"Baby, no," He whispered. "You're not a lousy husband. You're a great husband, don't ever tell yourself otherwise. I'm the lousy husband for asking you to still have sex with me today."

"You're not a lousy husband. Besides, we both needed it." I shrugged.

"It's a stressful time. We're both allowed to have break-downs every once in a while. It doesn't mean either of us are bad husbands." He smiled.

"If you could go back and walk away, would you?" I asked quietly. I've been asking myself this question for so long. Even though there's a possibility that he could say yes, I still have to know.

"What are you talking about?" He asked. I chewed on my cheek, thinking of how to rephrase my question.

"When I told you I was sick, you still wanted to be with me. Looking back now, do you ever wish you could go back and change your mind?" Kacchan grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer to him. He pressed his lips against mine gently. My heart began beating faster. I was prepared for the worst possible answer, but it didn't mean I wanted to hear it.

"I wouldn't change a damn thing about our relationship. I love you so fucking much, and I'm always going to love you." He whispered against my lips. "We're under a lot of stress, but it doesn't change anything. I'm sorry for breaking everything. I'm sorry for asking you to have sex with me earlier. I'm sorry for making you ever think I would change my mind."

"You never made me think that." I informed him. "I just had to ask."

"Are we going to be okay?" He asked me.

"We're going to be fine." I reassured. "We just need some time to process our emotions. Remember when I took the longest bath after I broke every dish in the house?"

"Yeah," He laughed. "I love you."

"I love you too, Katsuki." I leaned forward and placed a quick kiss against his lips.

"Deku!" Uraraka's voice yelled loudly from the front door.

"Holler for me when you want to get out." I leaned forward and placed a quick kiss against his lips.

"I will. Thank you." I grabbed Kacchan's towel off the hook and walked to the dryer. I threw it in for sixty minutes, although I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be in there that long.

"Deku!" Uraraka yelled again, more urgently this time.

"I'm coming!" I yelled back. I stopped by the bedroom and slipped my shoes on before walking into the kitchen. Uraraka, Iida, Kaminari, and Hatari were standing in the middle of the shattered dishes, looking around the room.

"Again?" Uraraka asked with a nervous smile.

"It wasn't me this time, but I did encourage it." I shrugged. I grabbed the broom next to the fridge and started sweeping.

"Where's Bakugo?" Kaminari asked with a frown.

"He's in the bath. When he gets out, we're not going to mention this, okay?" They all nodded their heads before Kaminari spoke up again.

"Is he okay?" He asked quietly.

"He's going to be fine." I whispered. "My doctor said that my cancer is starting to be really aggressive, and my expiration date is approaching faster than what we thought. I'm down to four and a half months. By the time my next scan comes, I could be down to a month or be out of time altogether. He didn't take it very well, but he'll be okay."

"Deku, are you going to be okay?" Uraraka asked quietly.

"Do you want me to answer that?" I asked cynically. I'm dying, and my husband is a mess because of it. I don't know if I'm ever going to be okay.