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Izuku was running around like a madman.
Endea—no, Enji—had reminded him and Shoto that they should thank people for attending their celebration before they started leaving. Izuku agreed with his new father-in-law (it was bizarre knowing he was now related to his boss), but he didn't think it would be so exhausting.
He made the mistake of talking to the people he knew the least, or rather, the people he didn't know at all, first. Shoto stood by and politely thanked them for coming, but Izuku kept getting roped into conversations he would rather not have on his day just because people wanted to get to know him.
Then there was his interaction with his former teacher. Izuku approached his Aizawa, who was sitting at an empty table, watching Mic dance with Eri. Kota was hovering around the two, staring at Eri like he was trying to find the courage to ask her to dance, which Izuku thought was kind of cute. It was wild that they were almost the same age as he was when he met them, and were now going through awkward phases and dealing with hormones, and... crushes.
Izuku could relate.
"Are you going to sit down or what?" Aizawa grumbled, sipping at his cocktail. Izuku was surprised that the rugged man was drinking a fruity cocktail with a fun-looking garnish.
Izuku did as he said, thinking his husband was beside him. Instead, he found him talking to Sero on the edge of the dance floor.
"Thanks for coming," Izuku wished he had his own fruity drink in hand to watch the spectacle in front of him.
"Yeah, yeah. I had to keep an eye on the problem children."
"We're not kids anymore, and there's only one of us here."
"Hmm, I saw that."
Izuku slammed his hand on the table with more force than was necessary, flinching when he heard the sound of glass clanking. He didn't know why he did that.
Luckily, Aizawa seemed unfazed by the action.
"Do you know where he went? Why he left? I thought he would at least make a speech after he practically missed everything."
Aizawa looked at him for the first time since he sat down at the table. His accusing stare lasted for a few seconds before he sighed, leaning back in his seat once more. "You know what? If he actually left, good on him."
"Wha-what do you mean by that?"
"I'm happy for you, kid. But I gotta say I'm surprised."
"About what?" Izuku was thoroughly confused by his former teacher's words. He didn't know what to make of them, especially when it concerned Kacchan's disappearance.
"It's probably for the best that you don't know. Wouldn't want to spoil the present."
What could he possibly mean by that?
Izuku valued Aizawa's opinion, as the man knew him better than most. However, his teacher didn't have anything to say to soothe the uncertainty in his soul that had begun to bloom that morning.
Instead, he stoked the fire.
"You gotta excuse the man. He thinks he's philosophical when he's drunk, but he's actually a lightweight!" Present Mic butted into the conversation. He took the drink out of Aizawa's hand, downing the rest of it. "I think you should chill on the booze. Don't want to ruin the vibe."
Aizawa rolled his eye, scanning the dance floor. "Where's Eri?"
"Seconds away from her first kiss, it seems," Mic gestured toward the scattered couples, where Eri and Kota awkwardly held each other.
"Dammit," Aizawa growled. He stood up and slammed his chair against the table as he pushed it in, grumbling curses as he approached the two.
"Yep. He's ruining the vibe. Anyway, congratulations on the nuptials!" Mic patted him on the back before chasing the one-legged man down.
Izuku looked at the mess he had made. He tried to set any fallen glasses upright, but he felt bad the hotel staff would have a few broken glasses and spilled drinks to clean up.
He noticed a half-empty bottle of champagne sitting in the middle of the mess and decided to take a swig from the bottle. No one was paying attention to him at the moment so it didn't matter.
Izuku couldn't deny that he was a little buzzed. He didn't drink often, given that he spent a lot of time with Kacchan, who usually hated alcohol and would instead call it "poison." He always said that even indulging in a few drinks set them back in their training. That all it led to was regret.
But while Izuku heard Kacchan's discouraging words in his head whenever he had more than one drink, Kacchan didn't seem to be taking his own advice.
He couldn't remember when he changed, but he started drinking more. Usually, it was when they went out with all their classmates, but sometimes, he would come into work hungover on a weekday when no one had talked about going out.
He knew Kacchan was allowed to have his own life, especially when he was spending a lot more time with Sho, but he couldn't help but be concerned. And now, with his disappearance on Izuku's special day...
He couldn't let himself think about it. Sho wouldn't like it if he seemed unhappy.
He took another sip, observing the people having fun on the dance floor. All his classmates were swaying to the music along with the other guests. Aizawa was indeed ruining the vibe, making a small scene in which he was trying to split Eri and Kota up. Mic had his arms around the man, trying to keep him from getting his hands on the boy.
Hawks was sitting at a table alone with Enji. He wondered if his new Mother-in-law had left early with Natsuo, as he hadn't seen the two of them in a while. Natsuo had let them know in advance that he wouldn't be able to stay, but he thought Rei would stick around for Shoto's sake. Perhaps she was amongst the crowd and would show up later. He did spot Fuyumi happily chatting with his mom at the dessert table. At least he knew Fuyumi would stay until the end.
It was odd to him to think about how they were all family now. He and his mom were now part of the Todoroki dynamic, for better or for worse.
He sat there, letting it sink in. They had gotten together on many occasions, and while he could tell they were on their best behavior when Izuku and his mom were there, tensions between a few of the Todoroki family members were still present. He hoped he would be able to mend some of the bonds in a way, bringing smiling face to family dinners and being there for his new siblings.
At the very least, he hoped gatherings would be less awkward with time as they all got to know one another. Now that he and Shoto were married, they would see each other more often.
Speaking of Sho, where was his husband?
There was a limited amount of time left, as they were leaving for their honeymoon in a little over an hour.
"Come on, Midoriya!" Mina pulled on his arm, "It's your party and you haven't danced enough!"
"You mean Todoroki!" A barely visible Toru slurred her speech as she grabbed Izuku's other arm. She could be seen when the disco ball refracted light in the right way, but her sequined dress was the main giveaway of her presence.
Oh, right. He wasn't a Midoriya anymore. Not technically, anyway.
He and Sho had talked about it before, and Shoto didn't care all that much about one of them changing their last names. Since they were both very public figures with recognizable names, changing it might confuse the public. Enji, though, had other plans.
He practically insisted that Izuku change his last name and had already planned brand deals and merch releases for after the wedding. Izuku didn't know what to do. The man was both his boss and his would-be father-in-law, so even though he wasn't happy he was denied the right to choose, he relented.
Most of the paperwork that they needed was filled out already and only needed to be turned in. Once they got back, he would need to turn it in to make it official.
At the end of the day, he loved Sho, and last names really didn't matter.
"You're right! Let's dance, Mr. Todorokiii!" Mina's voice rang out in a sing-songy tone.
It didn't feel right. At least, not yet.
He accepted that there would probably be an adjustment period, as he had lived twenty-three years of his life identifying as Izuku Midoriya. Eventually, it would become second nature to him and everyone else, too. It just needed time.
The girls dragged him out onto the dance floor and he humored them, twirling them around while he shuffled awkwardly to the beat. A few upbeat songs later and the mood was slowing down and he was thrust into the arms of the person he'd been looking for all this time.
"Where were you?" Izuku asked as he put his arms around his husband's shoulders.
Shoto leaned down for a quick peck on the lips. "Hanta wanted to talk."
A chill ran down Izuku's spine.
Hanta.
Izuku couldn't comprehend why the sound of their friend's name coming out of his husband's mouth put him on edge. That was odd.
They had gotten quite close over the years, especially after they graduated from UA. He was even one of Sho's groomsmen, so it shouldn't be weird for them to be on a first-name basis. That was the case with the entire class.
He and Hanta had been spending a lot of time together, but he was just helping Shoto out with the planning. Tenya and Fuyumi had also been around and he didn't have any particular feelings about it.
Still, Izuku had no idea why it caught him off guard, though that was becoming a common occurrence in his newly married life.
"About what?"
Shoto delayed answering in favor of twirling Izuku. "Nothing," he answered, but his voice had an edge to it. "it was nothing."
It sure didn't sound like nothing.
His husband had been acting strange all day, first with Kacchan and now with Sero? What could possibly have gone wrong?
Izuku felt like he was out of the loop. Here they were, on a day that was supposed to be all about them. A day that would bring them closer than ever.
So why did Izuku feel like Shoto was so far away when he was right there in his arms?
"It's almost time to leave for our honeymoon," his husband leaned down and whispered in his ear, distracting him from his train of thought.
The feeling of his breath made Izuku shiver, his body tensing slightly. Shoto took this as a signal to pull him even closer until their bodies were flush together.
"Don't worry, we'll have a lot of privacy during the flight."
Izuku felt that uneasiness again, and instead of falling into his husband's embrace, he suddenly wanted out of it.
But why?
It wasn't like he and Sho had never been...intimate before, nor was it like they'd never been alone together. They had lived together for almost a year. But even in their new life cohabiting together, they still had separate schedules and made time to spend with friends.
They had plenty of time with just the two of them, but not two weeks.
Two consecutive weeks of being alone together in some remote location.
It sounded a bit overwhelming when he thought of it, especially when he had no part in planning it. Shoto had everything packed and ready, so it was to be a surprise when they arrived at the destination.
Izuku felt like two weeks was way too long, that so much could change in that time, and so many people could need rescuing.
People could start to drift apart...
"What are you thinking about?" Sho murmured, he was now looking at Izuku, confusion taking over his features.
"We'll be gone for a long time."
"Isn't that the point? We take off enough time to relax and spend time with one another?"
"Yeah, but what if we miss—"
"Everything will be fine, Izuku. I promise." Sho tenderly kissed his temple. "The world isn't going to end because we're not there."
"Why couldn't it have been a week?"
His husband chuckled, and Izuku swore it was the first time he'd seen Sho smile all day. "You're a workaholic," he said.
Izuku couldn't argue with that.
"Can you at least try to relax while we're gone? I promise if anything happens, we can leave right away, but I want this time to be just about us."
He couldn't argue with that either.
Izuku knew he wasn't being fair to Sho. Planning weddings could be stressful, and it was something he had put a lot of time and effort into, while Izuku only made a few decisions from the options he'd been given.
His husband had worked tirelessly so people could enjoy the party, but their honeymoon was just for them. If anyone deserved it, it was Shoto.
"Of course I can!" Izuku smiled up at the man he had just married.
That seemed to be enough for him, as he leaned down for another kiss, though this one was more passionate. Izuku thought there was more tongue involved than he thought appropriate for the occasion, but the people around them started to cheer. He smiled sheepishly as he pulled away, but Shoto looked like he'd just won the lottery.
How could he not love this man?
Shoto was all Izuku could ever ask for. He was kind, generous, and earnest. When he asked Izuku out, he didn't play any games. He was direct and stated what he wanted, and he wanted Izuku, surprisingly. And oh, did Izuku want to be wanted by someone.
He never imagined being with Sho before. As attractive as the man was, he never thought to entertain the idea that they could be more than friends.
That changed when Sho approached him out of the blue and confessed. He had a great time on the first date, but in truth, it took a few dates before Izuku had truly been won over by the idea of them together.
Shoto maybe overdid it with the lavishness of his dates in the beginning—and even now, with the grandeur that was their wedding—but it was nice to have someone hold his hand and tell him how much they loved him.
Who could ask for anything more?
As Izuku looked around the room, taking in everyone's smiling faces, he couldn't help but feel gutted that one was missing. One he thought would be there for the rest of his life.
—
The DJ announced the last song, and Izuku felt a bright spotlight on them both. Shoto guided him to the center of the floor, and everyone crowded around them, smiling as they swayed to the rhythm.
Or rather tried because neither of them were great dancers, but hey, at least they were both on the same page.
Izuku closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy the moment without fixating on everyone staring. It was something he never got used to, even as a public figure. But at least when doing hero work, he would be preoccupied with saving people or apprehending villains.
In a crowd like this, where he was the main focus, there was nothing else he could do to not feel their stares. Sho didn't seem to mind. He wasn't one to seek attention, but he also wasn't one to hide from it.
He just held Izuku close for a few minutes until the song ended.
When the music finally faded out, Ochako grabbed the microphone. "Congratulations to the lucky couple!" She yelled into the mic.
Izuku was surprised that she wasn't slurring her words after all she'd had to drink all day. She was the one picking up all of Kacchan's duties as well as her own, and he caught her at the bar more than a few times. Either she had the tolerance of a tank (which could be the case based on the few times they'd indulged in a few cocktails together) or she sobered up quickly.
"We have one last thing to do before our send-off, so can I have all my single people out there line up? It's time for the bouquet toss!" Ochako squealed in excitement, leaving the stage with the microphone in one hand and the bouquet in the other.
Izuku was guided to the front of the stage, while Ochako and Fuyumi formed the line behind him. She gave him a thumbs up, which he signaled back before turning away from the crowd.
"Remember, Deku, no need to use your quirk, or someone might get injured." She joked, and Izuku could hear collective laughter behind him. "Three...two...one...GO!"
He threw the bouquet behind him, and even though he didn't use One For All, he regretted how much force he ended up using. He spun around as soon as the floral arrangement left his hands, hoping it wouldn't immediately hit the back wall.
He saw a flash of yellow leaping from the back of the crowd and the roar of a few familiar voices surrounding them. Next thing Izuku knew, Eijiro had Denki on his shoulders, battered bouquet in hand.
"GUYS. I DID THE THING!" He cried with his arms up in the air.
The crowd applauded, but Denki's eyes were somewhere in the corner. Izuku followed his gaze, noticing Hitoshi leaning against the wall, a smirk on his face. He gave a wink in Denki's direction before joining everyone else.
"Go Chargebolt!" Ochako cheered over the mic. "A big thank you to all of you for joining Shoto and Izuku on their big day. Please head outside so we can give this lovely couple a proper send-off!"
Ochako led the guests out of the room until it was just him, Shoto, and a few stragglers.
"Our private jet awaits," Sho held out his hand for Izuku, and he took it.
"Wait, what?! Private jet?!"
The only other time he'd ever gotten to see the inside of a private plane was when he went to I-Island with All Might! So that's what he meant when he said they'd have plenty of privacy. Izuku thought that they would have some fancy first-class compartment.
"Yeah."
Izuku giggled. "Let me guess, 'the old man's credit card' again?"
"You know it."
They made plenty of money in their profession, but Shoto seemed to get a kick out of spending his father's money instead whenever possible. The wedding was definitely a good excuse, though his father-in-law insisted on being involved anyway. Whatever Shoto chose, no matter the cost, would have to be approved by him. Izuku didn't see an issue, even if it was excessive.
The press had been vacated from the lobby of the hotel to make way for their exit, so there were only wedding guests and hotel staff wishing them well as they passed.
As the door opened, Ochako pressed her fingers together, and confetti came raining down on them. Everybody was cheering and waving, and a few of their friends reached out for high-fives along the way to the car. They both smiled as they started to jog through the crowd to avoid the confetti, but Izuku was sure he'd be pulling out the small paper strips all the way to the airport.
He scoured the crowd one more time before entering the car, praying he'd see the vermillion eyes that had been missing all night, but they were nowhere to be found. Izuku knew it was too much to hope he stayed.
Izuku sank into the car seat wondering what kind of world he would come back to. All he could do was hope for the best.