yeah I know I didn’t make a day 3 but whatever I’ll post it on the catch up week next month.

For now, have this short and sweet thing!

Ochako knew that she needed to get up. She knew that she needed to take
a shower, brush her teeth, eat breakfast, and go out to face the day and all
the challenges and joys it might bring her.

Well, she was currently snuggling against her husband as he mumbled
softly in his sleep, the both of them buried in a large wool blanket that
staved off the late November chill. So the day can go stick it.

To spite the day further she tightened her grip against the muscular
frame of the snoozing Izuku, pressing her face against his shoulder with a
content sigh. He must not have been as asleep as she thought, because the arm
around her shoulder squeezed her closer in response, and soon his second arm
joined it as he turned to face her fully, tucking her head under his chin.

Ochako was in heaven.

“‘Chako…” A mumble came from above, “shouldn’t you be
getting ready for work?”

And hell came a-knocking.

“Izu, they can handle me being late for five minutes.” She
stopped, “…or fifteen.”

“Ochako.”

“It was supposed to be my free day anyway.” She muttered,
still pressed against his chest and the lovely little nook under his chin.
“Ayumi called in sick at the literal last minute.”

She didn’t blame her for that of course, getting sick is hard to
prevent, but she still felt a bit bitter at having to give up this one day
she had planned for five months to spend lazing around with Izuku. To
sleep in, to lean on the couch for a short movie marathon, ordering pizza for
dinner.

Not to mention all the sex she was planning on. Who knew that the modern
existential horror of an office job could so thoroughly fuck (pun intended)
with your sex life? Two economy packs of condoms for absolutely nothing.

As petulant as it sounded in her own head, it wasn’t fair.

“We still have Christmas to look forward to.” Izuku whispered
in her ear as he threaded his hand through her newly long hair. “I know you’ve
been looking forward to today for a while.” He pressed a soft kiss to her
forehead, as if hearing her buzzing thoughts and wanting to calm them.
“But the Ochako I know is responsible enough to get up, and face the world
with a smile.”

Ochako huffed and didn’t budge.

Izuku chuckled kindly and scooched down on the mattress to lean his
forehead against hers. “Tell you what, you get up and work hard, and when
you come back I’ll have an extra large helping of homemade mochi waiting for
you.”

Ochako looked up at Izuku with an adoring smile, though still a bit
tired and hesitant. “We don’t have enough ingredients for that.”

“I’ll go shopping.”

She giggled. “My car’s still in the workshop.”

“I’ll drive you there and get you back.”

She puffed up her cheeks and poked him on the nose. “You’re being awfully
insistent about getting your loving, not to mention barely dressed, wife
out of bed this morning.”

He brushed her barely subtle accusation and even less subtle proposition
and smiled honestly at her. “Only because I know she wants to do her
best.”

“She wants to stay in bed with her, also barely dressed,
husband for the next two hours.” She glared at him with very little actual
heat, before sighing dramatically and untangling herself from both his embrace
and the sheets, “but since he apparently thinks so highly of me, I
suppose I can suffer one more day of white collar hell.” She sat up and
looked down at him from over his shoulder with a charming smile. “If only
for the promise of delicious mochi.”

Izuku leaned his head on his pillow, put one hand to his heart, and
raised another with its palm outwards. “And a promise it is, I assure
you.”

She picked up her own pillow to smack in his (handsome) smug face.
“Dork. Just make sure you follow my moms’ recipe this time okay.” She
laughed as she get up from the bed and headed for the bathroom. “Last time
you tried to freestyle it I had to call in sick.”

“It wasn’t that bad!”

“For a whole week!”

As Ochako closed the bathroom door behind her with a chuckle (leaving it
unlocked in case her husband decided to pamper her just a little bit more
this morning), she reflected on how…comfy she felt, how her heart felt
content and warm from the moment she woke up and all throughout her sleepy
conversation with Izuku.

Domestic life wasn’t always exciting…but it seemed to suit her,
either way.

All the more because she had someone to share it with.