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Cat videos, Karens, villain takedowns, book recommendations.
TikTok had quickly developed into a guilty pleasure for Shouta Aizawa. In his free time, he enjoyed scrolling, looking at videos. Every once in a while he’d even post a video of his own; typically of the cats doing something silly or himself doing one of the stupid trends he saw wrong on purpose. They were never anything big and the only people who saw were his friends, a coworker or two, maybe a handful of others he didn’t know in real life. And then he’d go back to scrolling.
So when someone made a filter for the platform of different pro heroes, mostly limelight heroes who were fairly well known, Shouta had a fun time watching the different trends people came up with for it. There were people using different heroes, many top 100, to make boyfriends or girlfriends using different parts of them, to plan fictitious nights out with friends at bars. There were some who just used it to see which hero they were and others still who played out murder mysteries or suggested different head canons. The variety of uses for the filter was fascinating to watch, the creativity and curiosity of some. And then there was the trend Shouta found the funniest of them, the one he wanted to poke fun at.
Fuck, Marry, Kill.
Honestly watching people wait for a hero to pop up, selecting where they’d go of the three options was entertaining. Then watching their shock or horror when they inevitably ended up killing someone they adore or married to someone they dislike was something Shouta just found absolutely intriguing and at times hysterical, especially as they didn’t actually know the people.
But Shouta, Shouta knew most of them. And well, he enjoyed messing with trends and messing with his friends.
“Alright,” he said as he started the recording, the filter above his head. “Fuck, Marry, Kill. Hero edition.” He watched the pictures above his head cycle laughing when the first hero it landed on was a familiar face, the man wearing glasses with the tall blonde hair. “Oh man, Mic is one of my best friends. But he did steal the last of the coffee in the break room last week. So kill.”
He started the cycle again and everything went basically the same.
“Hawks, eh, not really my type. He’d get feathers everywhere I bet. Kill.”
“Endeavor, nope he’s like a giant trash fire, Kill.”
“Ms. Joke? Pretty sure we’d kill each other. Kill.”
“Mirko? She’d kill me if I didn’t kill her first, so Kill.”
He was having fun just saying Kill to everyone, the look on his face completely serious as if it were a logical ruse for his students. He was fully aware this was not how the game was intended to be played but he was having fun.
“Rock Lock? He’s already married, isn’t he? Kill.”
“Sir Nighteye? He seems a little stiff, in the wrong way. Kill.”
It was going great, Shouta was sure his friends would get a laugh out of it. “Alright let’s just do one more,” he nodded, watching the filter cycle until it landed on the number one hero Deku.
Viewers watched, tens at first and then hundreds, then thousands, as pro hero Eraserhead paused, the picture of the man with green curls, freckles and a bright smile sitting above his head. The silence was almost deafening. Then the words escaped his lips quickly, before the screen instantly cut to black and the video started over.
“Fuck and marry.”
The video was never meant to go viral, Shouta honestly never imagined it would in his wildest dreams. Nothing he’d posted before had ever received more than maybe a hundred views. But the way the video took off that same night while Shouta was on patrol was startling. Zashi had texted him multiple times asking if he’d realized what was happening and insisting he needed to take a look at his tiktok as soon as possible.
He glanced now at all the notifications as he sat in his car after arriving home, a dim light glowing in the living room still as he looked before going home. Some people upset he’d kill Hawks and Endeavor. Some laughed at his antics and wanting to know if he’d made similar videos before. There was even a stitch from Hawks.
“Aww Eraserbaby,” the number three hero cooed, “You don’t want to marry or fuck me? That’s alright. I know someone who’d probably have my wings for trying.” He winked as the video ended, Shouta shaking his head with a sigh. The bird was his friend now he supposed, but even for Keigo, the man who seemed to take nothing and everything serious all at once, Eraserbaby was a new low. And honestly his involvement was not helpful for making this go away. Hawk’s reach on the platform was huge. If people hadn’t seen the video before, they would now.
Then lastly, there was a large number of people tagging pro hero Deku saying he should go on a date with the underground hero.
‘Just imagine how funny it would be if this sparked a relationship.’
‘Hey @OfficialDeku you should check this guy out!’
‘Come on @OfficialDeku, just one date! Or one… kiss’
There were duets and stitches and he knew it now was too late to delete the video and pretend it had never happened; like a living, breathing thing, it already existed as something on the internet that could never be put back in a box to suffocate.
He got out of the car, taking a deep breath, shoving his phone in his pocket before sticking his key into the lock, quietly pushing the front door open, hoping momentarily that the light had just been left on for him. He was out of luck it seemed as a green haired man sat on the couch in sweatpants and nothing else but a raised brow and a curious smile. “Hey Izu,” Shouta said with an awkward wave, hoping maybe he hadn’t seen it. The two had only been dating six months, had only moved their relationship to the point of living together in the past month. He didn’t need to add pressure to their relationship. “How was your day?”
“Well,” Izuku tilted his head. “I had a couple big take downs and then I had to spend an extra hour at the office because a certain video went viral and my PR team apparently wanted a word.”
“What did they say? What did you say?” Shouta grimaced. He knew it potentially look bad, Pro Hero Eraserhead wanting to fuck his former student wasn’t a good look for either of them if people didn’t know their situation.
“That I don’t control your social media nor do I ever plan to. And you aren’t the first person using that filter who has said they wanted to fuck or marry me,” Izuku shrugged before he stood up, lifting a calloused and slightly mangled hand, remnants of when Izuku was learning to control his quirk, to softly cup Shouta’s cheek, thumb gently caressing his lower lip. “There is one difference between them and you though. You’ve already done one of those things you listed and they haven’t. So, I do have a question.”
“And that be?” Shouta asked with a shuddered breath.
“You’ve already fucked me, so when do you plan to marry me, Shouta?” Izuku asked with a soft smile. “Because I’ve been waiting for you to ask. Or should I just ask? Because I can do that if you’d prefer.”
“I wasn’t aware you were waiting,” Shouta swallowed as green eyes watched him through long lashes. “Have you, do you want to get married?”
“Well, I recall you saying once that marriage is an outdated institution. So I wasn’t exactly going to push it on you,” Izuku said. “I’m happy just being by your side, but I’d also love to have your ring on my hand If and when that’s something you want too.”
“Was that a proposal?” Shouta asked, slightly breathless at how beautiful his boyfriend looked in the dim lamp light.
“Just a statement of fact my love,” Izuku said, leaning in to press his lips to Shouta’s, warm, soft, sweet. “Because in my game of fuck, marry, kill, I’d marry you every time.”
“Guess I should buy a ring then?” Shouta asked, an arm wrapping around Izuku’s waist, pulling him closer.
“I hope that’s not how you plan to ask,” Izuku playfully warned. “But if you want, maybe we could go pick them out together? Before that though, I think there was something else you wanted to do on that list.”
Izuku’s lips pressed to his and all thoughts melted from Shouta’s mind except two: tonight he was going to fuck his boyfriend but soon he was going to fuck his fiance.
***
It was a month later when the world saw a follow up to the video that had captured their attention from an account that had been quiet since then, dormant as if the original poster had hidden away from the world. The video started out seeming almost to be a repost of the old video: just the same slightly over two minutes of the hero saying he’d kill the different pro heroes. Some people scrolled on thinking the algorithm was showing it to them again for some reason.
But many stayed and were rewarded for their time. After the image of Deku appeared above Eraserhead the video cut to a well known scarred hand with a ring sitting on it, holding a hand reaching out from a tattered and frayed black sleeve. And then came a new voice, the well known sound of pro hero Deku with a single word.
“Marry.”