I know it seems like I'm only doing even numbers but I promise, I'm not.
I'm also doing an alternate ending to this story, it should be the next chapter I post.
"Why do you do that?" Eijiro asks, gesturing at the wedding ring Katsuki was now sliding off his finger and slipping into his pocket.
"I've told you, babe," Katsuki said like he got the question a million times a day. "If someone sees it, the media would make a big deal out of it and wonder who you are. And you wanted to stay out of the media."
"Yeah, but do you really have to take it off? Why don't you just wear, like, fingerless gloves or something? Fingerless gloves are badass."
Katsuki walked over to Eijiro, wrapping his arms around the taller man's neck and leaning in for a kiss. "I'll make it up to you tonight, okay?"
Eijiro's face brightened a little. "Okay!" Eijiro pecked Katsuki's lips and beamed at him. "I'm looking forward to you making it up to me though."
"Don't you always?" Katsuki kissed Eijiro's lips lightly one last time. "I have to go now, but I should be back in time to make dinner. If I'm not, there are leftovers in the fridge you can warm up. I love you, Ei."
"Love you too, Katsuki," Kirishima sighed, letting go of his husband. "Call me later?"
"I always do." Katsuki walked out of his house, hopping into the driver's seat of his car and starting it up. Immediately, he heard his own voice. One of his latest singles was playing on the radio. "Goddammit," he mumbled. He hated listening to his own music because his voice always sounded terrible, but Eijiro had bought every single one of his albums since he had begun releasing them when they were 19. Katsuki quickly changed the radio station now and turned around in his seat, watching behind him as he backed out of the driveway. On his car ride to the studio, he had to change the station 7 more times to keep from hearing his own voice from the car's speakers.
Once the car stopped in the back parking lot of his recording studio, Bakugou pulled out his phone and dialed Eijiro's number. He picked up on the 1st ring. "Someone's excited to hear from me," Katsuki said with a smirk Eijiro could hear through the line.
"No, I was just bored," Eijiro replied. It was half-true. Eijiro had been cleaning (which was boring) and he'd much rather talk to Katsuki (which was never boring).
"Sure, whatever you say, babe," Katsuki responded in a sarcastic but loving tone.
"Hey, we're almost out of milk. Should I run out to get some or do you wanna grab some on the way home?"
"You can grab it, but be careful, babe."
"I always am." Katsuki was always wary of when Eijiro went out alone because the paparazzi knew where Katsuki lived and sometimes stayed outside his house to see if they could get pictures of anyone else living in the house. It was on those days Eijiro and Katsuki had to be extra careful.
Like today. Eijiro peeked out the front window to see a news van sitting in front of their house. He groaned.
"Babe, I can just grab it on the way ho-"
"No," Eijiro cut him off. "I'm done with being scared to leave my own god damn house. I'm gonna tell them."
"You're gonna what now?"
"I'm gonna tell them. I'm gonna tell the whole god damn world that we're married."
"You can't do that."
"Why?"
"Well, because, uh, because-"
"Spit it out, babe."
"It's just, well, uh-"
"Katsuki." Eijiro was getting just the tiniest bit frustrated at his husband right now. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't go out there right now and tell the whole fucking world you are my husband."
"Well, uh, my Jiro seems to think that sales would go down if everyone knew I was married, especially to a guy seeing as how most of my fanbase is teenage girls that are in love with me so-"
"Hold on a fucking second. You're not letting me go out there because sales would drop. Gee, Kat, if sales mean that much to you maybe you should just go out and marry someone with a bunch of money so you'll never have to worry about fucking sales ever again."
"Come on, Ei, you don't mean tha-"
"I don't wanna hear another fucking word from you, Bakugou."
Okay, Katsuki had to admit, that stung. Like, a lot. But he could deal with that. As long as he cleared this up with Eijiro everything would be fine. "Ei-" Dial tone. "Dammit." Katsuki slammed his head against the steering wheel and honked the horn for a solid 30 seconds.
Katsuki dialed his phone and waited for her to pick up. It took 4 rings.
"Hey, Baku-"
"I can't come in today."
"I literally just heard you honking your horn in the parking lot?"
"Long story. 'Bout Ei. Gotta go."
"Yeah, no problem, not like you need to finish recording or anything."
"Kyoka, I'm serious. I need to go find him. Can I get a day off or not?"
"Course, Katsuki. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Thank you, Kyoka. Seriously."
"Yeah, yeah. I know you love me. Now go get your man."
Bakugou hung up the phone and began the 15-minute drive back to his house. He just hoped Eijiro was still there when he got back.
Meanwhile, at the Bakugou residence, Eijiro was packing a week's worth of clothes and toiletries into a suitcase. Kaminari and Sero had agreed to let him stay the week until he could figure out what he was going to do.
Back outside, in the 15 minutes it had taken Eijiro to pack his bag nearly full, Katsuki had driven home. Now, Katsuki had always had a fairly terrible relationship with the press and he couldn't be bothered right now to act properly, so when a reporter came up to him practically shoving a microphone and camera in his face asking question after question he just told her to fuck off and stormed inside his house. "EIJIRO I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU LEFT WITHOUT LETTING ME EXPLAIN MYSELF I'LL KILL YOU." It was an empty threat and they both knew it, so Eijiro kept quiet except for a few sniffles. "Ei." Katsuki walked into their bedroom to see a suitcase on their bed nearly filled with everything Eijiro'd need to survive on his own for a week.
"What do you want, Bakugou?" Eijiro asked, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Don't give me that 'Bakugou' bullshit right now Ei. You're a Bakugou too."
"Doesn't seem like you want me to be one anymore. I mean, it's not like I can fucking tell anyone that I'm married to the greatest person on the whole fucking planet."
"You're not. Ei. You're not married to the greatest person on the planet."
"Oh, so now we're not married then? Gee, I feel so much better."
"No, Ei, that's not what I said. You're not married to the greatest person on the planet because you are the greatest person on the whole fucking planet. I was an asshole, always have been. But you've made me better. But then I went and said that shit and I know I shouldn't have, Ei, but I was scared. Scared of how people would react to you, if people would like you, because I know how fucking hard it can be to deal with the public and the reporters and the paparazzi and everything else. It's fucking hell to deal with and I never wanted to have you go through that because I care about you too much. So, what I said earlier was a lie. A total lie." Katsuki rubbed the back of his neck. "Actually, Jiro thought it would boost sales."
Eijiro slapped Katsuki in the face.
"What was that for?" Katsuki looked at him and brought a hand to his cheek, covering the no-doubt bright red handprint now on his face.
"That was for lying to me." Eijiro slapped his other cheek just as hard as he had slapped the first. "And that was for putting yourself down." Then he kissed him. It tasted a bit like tears and it was a little sloppy and Katsuki's cheeks still hurt but it was perfect. Because it meant that he got Eijiro back. That Eijiro wouldn't leave. That Eijiro was his again. "Don't do that again because I'm not sure I could take it."
Katsuki wrapped his arms around his husband's waist and hugged him. "Promise." They kissed again, but this one somehow tasted sweeter, like sunshine and lemons and something distinctly Eijiro that Katsuki could never place. But he wouldn't miss it for the world.
And if Katsuki wore his wedding ring out in public from then on, well, nobody was complaining. Except maybe a couple of fangirls.
Word count (minus A/N and this): 1473