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XXIX: Hanging Tight

Third POV

Before anyone had seen it coming the entire day had gone by.

And after an incredibly busy month, it was now time for the immediate Bakugo family and his team to finally head back to New York to resume normal operations.

The heavy roaring of starting jet engines filled the silence of the night and the upcoming rumbles of cars approaching the apron.

The first out of one of the vehicles was Katsuki and Izuku's, with the former decked out in all black and his winter coat, circling around the car to the back passenger door where his prime omegan wife had fallen asleep.

Izuku had spent forty minutes going back and forth with Katsuki on whether or not he was crying because of his goodbye to Aoyama when they first departed the home.

Izuku might've cried having to leave his new friend, but that was his business and his business alone.

Naturally, Katsuki won that playful argument, finding amusement in the playful pout that festered its place on Izuku's features.

Opening the passenger door slowly, Katsuki unbuckled Izuku's seatbelt and held the prime omega who hadn't even stirred a bit, even with all the movement around him.

"Close the door," Katsuki uttered to Kirishima who had exited the front passenger seat of the car, making his descent towards the entrance of the jet.

"You know, it'd be a lot easier if you woke him up and the two of you walked in together." Sero slyly chirped, earning a glare from the Prime Alpha.

"Shut up." Katsuki snapped back, not taking the time to look back at his assistants who were probably teasing him behind his back. Tucking in his chin, he gazed down at Izuku's sleeping face.

Undisturbed, even after climbing up the stairs and into the jet, Katsuki nestled Izuku onto one of the tan seats, buckling him in before placing one of the complimentary soft blankets on him.

Katsuki took a seat beside Izuku, removing his jacket and buckling himself in when his eye caught onto Izuku's hands weaving past the blanket.

Reaching out for something, or rather someone.

Izuku lazily blinked, struggling to stay conscious enough to familiarize himself with his new surroundings.

Still, his inner omega was longing for Katsuki's touch. As much as Izuku wanted to deny it, ever since his heat, he seemed to crave Katsuki.

He wasn't in love.

But Izuku sure was glad that Katsuki had agreed to remain as his companion in exchange for the ownership of the properties.

"Kat..." Izuku mumbled out, his eyes gradually widening until he felt a hand gently stroke his hair.

"I'm right here, Izu."Katsuki hummed, his tone softer than what he was expecting, nevertheless, he kept going, "Don't worry, I'm right here."

Carefully his hand glided back downstairs, reaching out taking Izuku's soft hand on his own.

Izuku's body slid, and his head ended up lying against Katsuki's bicep, sucking in that deep, rich spicy scent of Katsuki.

Katsuki stayed awake for a little while longer, just until the plane had taken off and reached its maximum cruising altitude.

With Kirishima and Sero both dozing off, he figured he might as well get some rest in before work started up again.

Leaning his head against Izuku's, Katsuki fell asleep.

• • • Meanwhile • • •

Back in New York, late afternoon had come.

In a cozy, affluent neighborhood, Ashido found herself welcoming Hagakure in.

They had important matters to discuss.

Out of the little trio they had formed with Yaoyorozu, the two were much closer to each other. Coming from families with similar standings and entering this new life felt quite nerve-wracking.

It only made sense to follow the woman who had been in this life since birth and had such a promising future in comparison to them.

Congregating into Ashido's posh living room before fully settling with fragrant drinks and sweet pastries to keep them satisfied.

"Well..?" Hagakure started, twiddling with her thumbs, "What did Kirishima say?"

"He said they'd already made it onto the plane and were taking off when I had called." Ashido answered gleefully, excited for her husband to finally come back home, "A roughly seven-hour flight before they make it back home."

Twiddling her multicolored hair, Hagakure let out a puff of air, "A month has passed. Surely, Izuku and Katsuki have gotten closer by now."

"Yup," Ashido responded flatly, feeling like she was going through the motions, "And there's a very good chance Izuku doesn't want to see or hear from us at all."

The two of them winced, recalling how coldly Asui had come over to their homes, thankfully while Ojiro and Kirishima were away and busy to tell them that they were no longer welcome to be in Izuku's presence unless it was time for an event and even then they were to never speak to him.

Even now, at the back of their mind, they still wondered how Yaoyorozu had taken the news.

She had completely gone radio silent on them, leaving them all up to speculate with no real answer.

"I still haven't gotten anything from Yaoyorozu," Hagakure simpered, looking at her closest friend who had a distant look in her eyes, "Have you?"

Watching Ashido shake her head no, she let out a sigh,

"This is the second time this has happened." Ashido mumbled, thinking back to a certain brunette omega who'd cut contact with them long ago, "We've pushed another one."

Hagakure pressed her lips to her teacup, cringing at the memories they had shared with Uraraka, "Even now, I still want to apologize, but it's been so long..."

Ashido shifted uncomfortably in her seat, scratching her cheek, "Better late than never, maybe?"

"Obviously one apology won't make things right, but we should at least try."

An uneasy sensation filled Hagakure's stomach, nodding in agreement, "If we're going to apologize to Midoriya, then I guess a proper apology is owed to Uraraka as well."

"Right." Ashido bobbed her head, taking a quiet sip of her own drink.