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It was a warm summer evening, and Shouto and Izuku were lounging together on the couch of their shared apartment after a long day’s work. Several convenience stores had been robbed in the area, and they had taken down the villain responsible. They had just finished a takeout meal from one of their favorite restaurants and were sipping the last of their champagne as they talked. When they’d first started dating, they tried to cook more often, but as their fame and popularity as pro heroes had grown, they found that they had less and less time for it. Restaurants were fine, but eating out meant that one, or more likely both of them, would be recognized. As much as they enjoyed interacting with their fans, though Shouto had to admit that Izuku was just a little better at it than he was, it sometimes was better to have a quiet meal in. So, takeout it was.
Soft music played in the background from a playlist Izuku had chosen. Shouto stood, setting his glass down on the side table, and held out his hand to his boyfriend. “Dance with me,” he offered.
Izuku took his hand, and they swayed in tune to the music together, content to rest in each other’s arms. Izuku rested his head on Shouto’s chest, and Shouto pulled him closer. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment.
“I think we should get married.” Izuku blurted.
“I’d like that.” It wasn’t the first time they’d spoken about it. They had talked about what their future might look like, speaking in vague terms and hypotheticals, but in these loose plans, they were always together. Shouto couldn’t imagine life without Izuku at this point. They’d been with each other for several years now, having started dating shortly after graduating from UA.
“I like you.” Izuku stepped back just enough so that he could look him in the eye. Taking both of Shouto’s hands in his, he got down on one knee, and asked, “Shouto, will you marry me?”
“Wait, you’re proposing to me?” He stopped moving, staring at Izuku. That . . . was not what he had expected.
“Yes. Let’s go!” He stood and pulled him closer.
“Tonight?”
“I don’t see why not. We could go right now.”
“Are you sure about this? Don’t you even want to try being engaged first?” He sank back into the couch, and Izuku sat next to him, his hand resting on Shouto’s knee.
“Shouto, I rush into danger every day. Sometimes I don’t even have time to stop and consider what I’m getting into. I’ve thought about this. And there’s nothing I’d like more than spending the rest of my life with you.”
Shouto settled back into the couch. Marriage. It was a nice thought. He’d known for a while that he wanted to marry Izuku. He just hadn’t expected it would be so soon. The idea of introducing Izuku to people as his husband was an appealing one. His mom would be happy, siblings too. And he couldn’t imagine anything more wonderful that spending eternity at Izuku’s side.
“We don’t have to yet,” Izuku assured him. “I’m fine with waiting until whenever you’re ready.”
“I didn’t say no,” he pointed out. “I just wanted to make sure you’ve thought this all through. Don’t you want your mom to be there? Or All Might?”
“”I’d love to have them there, they are both really important to me, but to tell you the truth, I don’t really care about who attends our wedding or what the ceremony looks like so long as you’re there.” Izuku placed his hand on Shouto’s cheek, cupping it gently in his rough palm. “I’d marry you in a dumpster if it came down to it.”
“Aw, I’d marry you in a dumpster too.”
“It’d be such short notice, the press probably wouldn’t find out about it, plus; you could get away with not inviting your father.”
“Okay, I’m on board, what do we need to do?”
“I suppose we need a marriage license. And an officiant would probably help.”
Shouto glanced at the clock. “It’s getting kind of late.”
“You think we should call Uraraka and Iida to help?”
“I don’t think they’d ever forgive us if we didn’t,” he added, smiling.
Izuku sent them a quick text, and, about twenty minutes later, they arrived at the apartment.
“How STUPID are you?” Uraraka exclaimed as she barged in the door, Iida trailing close behind her.
“Congratulations!” Iida started.
“Were you two really that desparate for something dumb to do!?” she wondered, interrupting Iida’s well-wishes.
Iida attempted to interject. “We are very happy for you—”
“Even though you’re both idiots.”
“—and wish you only the best.”
“I mean really, would it have killed either you to plan ahead a little?”
“Is there anything we can do to help?” he offered, still trying to regain control of the conversation.
“Since you clearly haven’t thought this through?”
“Uraraka,” Iida chided. “You should be supportive of their decision.”
“I am being supportive!” She waved her hands in emphasis, almost smacking Iida in the face. “They just don’t realize how much work it takes to plan a wedding! Do you have licenses? Rings? A location? Anything?”
“Um, we didn’t get to that part yet . . .” Izuku confessed.
“Of course you didn’t! It’s luck you have us here to save the day!” She gestured dramatically between herself and Iida. “I do expect to be made maid of honor for this.”
“The position is yours. Now, can you please help us?” Izuku pleaded with her.
“Don’t worry. We’ll make sure this wedding happens!” She pumped her fist in the air enthusiastically.
“I can cover the license,” Iida offered. “Tensei and I have connections. We can make sure you get it before the end of the evening.”
“I know a cute little church on the boulevard,” Uraraka added. “I can get that taken care of while you two find the rings.” She stared them down. “At least I’m assuming you haven’t found those yet?”
“Yeah, we don’t have those.” Izuku rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “I didn’t plan on this, it just sort of happened.”
“You should call your parents, have them meet us at the church in, say, two hours? I’ll call my mom and siblings.” Shouto pulled out his phone.
“All Might still isn’t my dad!”
“But you want him to come, right? Wouldn’t he be a good person to officiate?”
Izuku sighed. “You’re right.
Shouto called his sister, asking her to bring Mom and Natsuo and meet him at the church that Uraraka had told him about. He may have conveniently left out the reason he was planning on being there was his own wedding. Their party went their separate ways, agreeing to meet at the church later that night. Uraraka insisted that they both grab their suits before leaving, horrified at the idea that Izuku might get married in sweatpants and a T-shirt with the word “pants” printed on it, which was a very real possibility.
Not that Shouto would have minded. His boyfriend—fiancé!—might have an unusual fashion sense, but Shouto thought he managed to look cute no matter what he wore.
They found a jewelry store that was still open and went to pick out their rings. Standing together, staring into the brightly lit case filled with a variety of wedding bands, Shouto spoke, asking the question that had been bouncing around in his mind most of the evening. “Why tonight?”
“Why not?” Izuku retorted, eyes twinkling. More seriously, he went on. “I don’t think it was just one thing. We were sitting together, and I looked over at you, and you had the softest look in your eyes, and I realized how happy I’ve been with you. In that moment, I knew. I knew I wanted to make breakfast with you every morning and work beside you every day and watch documentaries that you claim to be interested in but somehow manage to fall asleep on my shoulder every time.”
“Oh.” Shouto’s breath caught in his throat. His chest felt so incredibly warm, and he slipped his hand into Izuku’s, squeezing it gently.
They glanced over the ring options. Izuku seemed ready to analyze the pros and cons of every ring option, but Shouto managed to convince him that that wasn’t necessary. They eventually settled on elegant silver bands, planning on having them engraved later. They paid and then turned to leave.
Stopping on the sidewalk outside the store, Shouto spoke, saying, “yes, by the way.”
“What?” Izuku looked confused.
“I realized I never actually answered you when you proposed.” He turned to look him in the eyes, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Let me tell you that yes, Midoriya Izuku, I will marry you. Nothing would make me happier.” Izuku looked like he might start crying, and Shouto moved to kiss him gently, carefully cradling his face in his hands.
Sniffing, Izuku attempted to blink away the happy tears that were gathering in his eyes. “We’d better head over. Uraraka will have our heads if we’re late.”
“I think she will have to fight Iida for that. You know how he hates it when people aren’t punctual. I don’t think he’d give us a pass just because we’re getting married.”
“You have a point,” Izuku laughed.
They hurried over to the church, where they were greeted by All Might. “I’m very happy for you, my boy,” he congratulated him. Behind him, stood Izuku’s mother, who was dabbing her teary eyes with a tissue, and Todoroki’s family.
“Thanks,” Izuku said, giving him a watery smile.
“Shouto, what’s going on?” Fuyumi demanded. “Why did you have me drag everyone over here in the middle of the evening?”
“I’m getting married.”
“WHAT?”
“Have to go change now, don’t want to be late!” he dashed off, making his escape without bothering to offer an explanation. He’d tell her all about it sometime later when he had more time.
Iida helped him get ready, straightening his collar, and pinning on a boutonniere that he’d had the foresight to bring. No doubt Uraraka was doing the same for Izuku. Hopefully she was helping him tie his tie. That was one thing he’d never learned. Shouto had though about teaching him, but he enjoyed helping him tie it a little too much.
They met each other at the altar. Izuku’s tie was indeed tied correctly, and Shouto had the wonderful though that from now on, he would always be the one to help him tie it. When they had first met, Shouto had never realized that Izuku would become so precious to him. All Might led them through the ceremony, but Shouto had to admit he barely heard it, as focused on Izuku as he was. His freckles, his eyes, his smile. Everything about him shouted pure joy, joy Shouto also felt. For a brief moment he wondered if he, rather than Izuku, might be the one to cry tonight, but it only took another glance at his soon-to-be husband’s face to make him feel too overwhelmingly happy to do so. He was only vaguely aware of Iida standing up next to him as his best man, and Uraraka acting in the same capacity for Izuku.
All Might asked them for their vows, and Shouto snapped his attention back to the ceremony.
“Shouto, you’ve always been there for me, whenever I need you most. I love how you are always willing to listen to me. You are someone I know I can count on. Spending time with you makes me happy, whether we’re patrolling the streets, burning dinner, or you’re trying to teach me how to dance. I love how you smile when you think no one’s looking. I could probably talk for the rest of the night about how happy I am to be with you.” Everyone, including Shouto, laughed at this, knowing that he wasn’t exaggerating. “So just let me say, I love you, and I’m so happy to be marrying you.”
Izuku wiped a tear out of the corner of his eye. Shouto stared softly at his soon-to-be husband. To say that he was touched would have been an understatement. Izuku always knew what to say. Shouto wasn’t as good with words, but he meant his vows with all his heart.
“Izuku,” Shouto started, “when I met you, I had convinced myself that I didn’t need friends, that life was safer, more secure without meaningful connections to another person. You convinced me that I was wrong. I owe so much of my success, my happiness to you. You are the reason that I allowed others to get close to me. I love your laugh. I love how you get excited about things and can’t help telling everyone in listening distance about them. I could listen to you for hours and not grow tired of it. Your grin lights up the entire room, and I want to spend the rest of our life together making you smile.”
Izuku did start crying in earnest this time, and his mother could be heard sniffing from the audience.
They exchanged their rings, Shouto taking Izuku’s rough hand in his soft one, and sliding on the silver band. Izuku slid a matching ring onto Shouto’s left hand. It felt symbolic somehow, displaying their commitment for each other on the side that Shouto had only learned to appreciate once Izuku came into his life.
All Might gazed at them fondly. “I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss each other,” he announced.
And they did.