today we’re thinking about Deku and his stundere wife .

Cw: Black fem reader, afab anatomy, light smut-like its mostly fluff but there’s the smallest sprinkle of smut, body descriptions.

Izuki Midoriya loves his mean wife.

No one can understand why he’s been with someone who seems so agitated with his existence for so long , but he really does. And you are mean.Always snapping at him about one thing or another .

He didn’t run an errand on time.

He forgot to take the dog out this morning.

The lawn isn’t mowed.

Popping him in his forehead because he didn’t pick the kids up from school or drop them off for clubs.

To other people you seem insufferable.

But for Izuku, its what other people don’tsee that’s got him so hooked.

They didn’t see way your brown eyes went as wide as saucers when he got down on one knee , or the the way your usually strong , steady voice faltered when you said yes (reluctantly of course)

or how your face lit up the first time you held your firstborn after pushing through eight hours of labor like a fucking champ. Beautiful brown lips curling up into the most delicate smile he had ever seen in his life.

Other people never get the privilege of hearing you rant about your favorite tv shows , spiky voice unusually calm. (Deku would never say it upfront , but he never knows what’s going on in any of the shows you like, no matter how many times you explain it to him, the only thing on his mind being your adorable voice.)

For as long as you’ve been married , he still dosent think He’s ever heard you say you loved him. You might have mumbled it once while he was dragging you to bed after you had too many drinks at a Christmas party but he isn’t too sure.

But the thing is ,Deku dosent need to hear you say you love him to know that you do.

He feels it in the chaste kisses you leave on his temple as you leave for work , early in the morning when you think He’s sleep. He never is.

He can taste it in the wonderful foreign dishes you have waiting for him on the dinning room table every day when he returns home from his hero agency, battered and bruised. Before you , he was sure his favorite food was Katsudon, but now its whatever you feel like blessing his palate with.

He sees it in how understanding you are, Never jumping down his throat when hero work keeps him busy ,not even when he misses anniversaries , or birthdays, or first days of school.

He knows you love him because of how tight you wrap your hands around his torso, tear streaked face planted in his chest , shaking because “you thought he might not make it home tonight.”

His entire body drips in your love when He’s balls deep inside your perfect cunt, the feeling of connection so sacred and warm, he thinks if given the chance , he might never leave. Your manicured nails scratching lines on his back, cutting deeper than any insult you could ever spit at him.

Yes, for Deku its what others don’t see that truly matters, because for all your nitpicking, fussing and borderline domestic abuse,

Deku knows you love him.

And boy does he love you too.