The cabin was just as perfect as the pictures made it seem—maybe even better. Katsuki Bakugo stepped onto the wooden deck, stretching his arms as he breathed in the crisp mountain air. The dense Costa Rican jungle stretched before him, the soft chirping of birds mixing with the distant sound of a waterfall.

“Not bad,” he muttered, though the little smirk on his lips gave away his real feelings.

Behind him, his husband stepped out, dropping their bags inside before joining him at the railing. Katsuki glanced at him, eyes softening just slightly. It still felt surreal sometimes, being able to call him that—his husband. They’d been together since they were just stupid first-years at UA, stumbling their way through training and hero work, and now here they were, married at twenty-one, already years into their pro hero careers.

"Admit it, this was a great idea," his husband teased, nudging him playfully.

"Tch. I never said it wasn’t," Katsuki scoffed, crossing his arms. "You just better not complain when I wake your ass up at sunrise for a hike."

His husband laughed, rolling his eyes. "You can't even sit still for five minutes, can you?"

Katsuki didn’t bother denying it. The idea of just lounging around for their whole honeymoon sounded nice in theory, but the moment they stepped off the plane, he was already itching to move. Hiking, swimming, exploring—there was too much to do. Not that he’d complain about spending a little time inside, either.

He caught the way his husband was looking at him—fond, a little amused, a little something else—and felt heat rise to his ears. "What?" he snapped.