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Shoto looked at the ring on his left finger for the billionth time adoringly. He had been doing it since Izuku proposed, switching from looking at his hand to nuzzling his face in said boyfriend’s hair.
Nothing could break his bliss, not even when Bakugo had tried to pick a fight - something about “the damn nerd proposing before him”. They had moved to one of the cushions that were laid on the ground and both him and Hitoshi had curled around Izuku, pampering him with little kisses and caresses.
An amused Uraraka had gone and grabbed them something to eat while the class congratulated them happily, minus Bakugo that was still screeching something in the background. Shoto would have felt bad for poor Kirishima, but really, he was just too happy to bother with such fuckery.
He grabbed a roll of sushi and placed it in front of Izuku, who blushed.
“I-I can eat on my own! I just need you two to let me go.”
Hitoshi was wrapped around him like a koala making it difficult for Izuku to use his arms. They all knew that if he really wanted to, Izuku was strong and skilled enough to dislodge the purple haired man, they also knew he was embarrassed only because they weren’t alone.
“Toshi doesn’t want to move. Do you want him to?”
Izuku sighed and smiled. “No, of course not.”
“Then shut up and let us spoil you.” Came the muffled reply from Hitoshi, whose face was pressed in Izuku’s fluffy hair.
Shoto had huffed amusedly and passed the time feeding his boyfriends with the best food from the plate. For Zu, who loved meat, only the crispiest karaage and juiciest pork cutlet sandwiches. For Toshi, who preferred fish, the fattest sashimi and the tenderest morsel of teriyaki salmon.
He was in the middle of eating a shrimp in tempura when he froze.
“Shocchan?” A worried voice came from under his cheek.
“You ok, babe?” Asked Hitoshi.
Slowly, Shoto backed away from both his worried boyfriends before grabbing Izuku’s hands.
“Izuku. My love. My stars.” He would have enjoyed how the man’s cheek slowly darkened, but not right now. Behind him, he could see Hitoshi furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “You aren’t wearing any engagement ring.”
Immediately, Hitoshi’s eyes widened in understanding and darted to Izuku’s hands. Poor Izuku looked confused.
“No, and?”
“Izuku. Our Zuzu. Beloved Zu.” Hitoshi started, turning Izuku towards him. “You do realise you are a catch, right?”
Izuku flushed bright red. “I-I-I what?!” He stammered.
“We want you to have our rings too. We want everyone to know you gave us the biggest blessing by choosing us as your partners even before getting married.” Hitoshi explained while Izuku just became redder and redder. Shoto took his right hand in both of his.
“Now that you want to make our relationship public we want to make sure everyone knows. I...try not to be possessive like him, but…”
Izuku squeezed his hand and Hitoshi caressed his cheek.
“Shocchan, no. You are nothing like that man.”
“You’re human, Sho, it’s ok to have feelings. Besides, do you want to lock us two in a house and never let us out again?”
Shoto’s face contorted in a mask of outrage and disgust.
“I thought so. It’s not a bad thing to be possessive.”
Shoto hummed, thinking about it.
“I want anyone to know you are both mine, and I want everyone to see how amazing you two are…”
“So you want to brag about them and for everyone to envy you.” Jiro’s voice came from behind them as she passed by with two plates full of food and a bucket of popcorn held in her earphone jacks.
Shoto followed her with his eyes, a bit surprised. He mulled over what she had said while he watched her hand the popcorn to Uraraka, who was watching Bakugo have what he could only assume was a full blown tantrum.
“She’s right.” He concluded, nodding to himself. “Would it be ok for me to go buy two rings for you?”
Hitoshi and Izuku smiled at him.
“Of course.”
“Only if you wear mine too.”
Shoto nodded, satisfied, and grabbed a takoyaki in each hand to feed his boyfriends...no, his fiancés.
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The sky was clear, birds were singing, flowers were blooming. On that beautiful day, Izuku was holding back tears.
“Don’t you dare cry, Deku-kun!” Ochako admonished, brandishing her makeup brush like a weapon. “I just finished your makeup!”
“The makeup is waterproof, Ko-chan” Tsu ribbited from behind her.
“I know, but with how much he cries I’m not sure even that wouldn’t be ruined.”
“It was made for people with water quirks, ribbit. It’ll be fine.”
Izuku gave her a wobbly smile.
“Thanks Tsu-chan, but I’ll do my best not to ruin Kocchan’s work.”
He said and stood up, nervously checking himself in the mirror. He was dressed in the traditional groom montsuki haori hakama: black kimono, black and white striped hakama, black haori and white haori himo.
His hands were sweaty and he kept fidgeting with the hori’s sleeves.
“Calm down, ribbit.”
“Tsu-chan, I’m about to get married, how can I calm down?”
Kocchan snorted and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Deku-kun.” She started, sounding amused. “These two are head over heels for you. I mean, they were ready to let you have an All Might themed wedding, am I wrong?”
Izuku snorted. He was a fanboy, but even he found the idea of a wedding in the hero’s colours to be a bit much. Not that he would let Kocchan know, he had so much fun teasing her while they were organising the whole wedding.
When they went to look for the tuxedo to wear after the wedding he had found delight in finding an All Might themed suit to showcase and pretend like he wanted to buy.
Kocchan had wrestled it out of his grasp, outraged. Not to mention her reaction when he found a montsuki haori hakama with his colour. She looked ready to yeet him in the sun, which sounded like a delightful trip, but he had a wedding to organise.
“They are probably just as freaked out as you, they just have resting bitch faces.”
Izuku burst out laughing. It was true.
He took a deep breath and looked at his hands. On his left, a black ring with a small purple line running in the middle. Hicchan’s ring. On his right, nestled on a crooked finger, a bi coloured ring: white on the outside and red on the inside. Shocchan’s ring.
They reminded him so much of his two beloved fiances.
Hicchan was probably freaking out about his eyebags and Shocchan was probably wondering if he should have his scar hidden by makeup.
The door opened and Eri-chan stepped inside.
“Everyone is ready, Deku-nii.” Izuku’s breath hitched as he sprung up. Kocchan and Tsu-chan flanked him and gently nudged him to remind him to slow down or he’ll trip and fall on the day of his wedding.
He hurriedly walked through the narrow hallways of the building until he was in front of the door, waiting for his grooms with bated breaths.
Shocchan was the first to arrive, going down the stairs with grace and elegance. He was wearing a snow white montsuki haori hakama with a brown haori himo. His long bicoloured hair rested on his shoulder, braided elegantly. The makeup - Momo-chan’s work no doubt - made his eyes look sharper and more intense.
He looked like a snow spirit as he got closer, all ethereal beauty and strength.
From the corner of his eye he saw Hicchan arrive as well. He was wearing the same thing Izuku was, but with a white haori. His usually wild hair was tamed in a neat bun over his head. Jiro must have fought a hard battle to style them that way. Like Shocchan, Hicchan also had a bit of makeup around his eyes, making them look hypnotic.
Izuku, who was already holding back tears, almost lost it when he saw both of them nearing him. Kocchan, always the problem solver, threw a tissue in his face, yelling “DON’T YOU DARE RUIN THE MAKEUP!”
Izuku heard Hicchan huff in amusement. “Didn’t we buy special makeup for that?”
“I’m not taking any risks.”
Shocchan took his hand while Izuku dried his eyes. “You are beautiful today.”
“You are too, Shocchan.” He sniffed. “And Hicchan is gorgeous as well.”
“I would hope so, since I was bullied to go to the beauty salon by these two menaces” Hicchan joked, pointing at Mina and Jiro, who both looked smug beyond all belief.
“I would have married you even in your hero suit.” Shocchan said without even blinking, making Hicchan blush a bit and smile.
“The procession is ready!” Said Eri-chan, entering from the outside, some cherry blossoms in her hair.
“Let’s go” Shocchan urged, gently nudging Izuku and Hicchan to get out and get in position.
In front, two priests started playing the sanshin no gi as they were escorted to the pavilion by the shrine master and maids that surrounded them and shielded them from the sun and the sakura petals with a red umbrella.
All three entered, bowed to the shrine and their guests who were seated to form a corridor. Walking through the two wings of people they sat down as the priest announced the marriage to the gods before starting the sankon no gi.
A cup was handed to Izuku and the maiden poured sake in it three times. Izuku drank it and passed the cup back to the maiden that gave it to Shocchan next. Last to drink was Hicchan. Then, the cycle repeated itself two more times with cups that got bigger and bigger, nestled in Izuku’s trembling hands.
Then, they stood and bowed to the actual shrine, before Hicchan moved to grab the vows to read. In the traditional ceremony the vows weren’t personal since they wouldn’t be read to each other, but to the gods, hence they were written by the shrine’s priest.
It was something the groom did, but since they were all grooms, they decided Hicchan was the best option as his voice wouldn’t tremble like Izuku’s and wasn’t as impatient with formalities as Shocchan was. They waited as Hicchan read with a calm and steady voice.
“On this great day, before the Ookami we are sincerely thankful for this ceremony. Going forward, we will love each other, trust each other, share the good and bad times and swae that this will stay unchanged throughout our lifetime.” Hicchan gulped.
“The husband, Hitoshi”
“The husband, Shoto.”
“The husband, Izuku.”
Then, the maiden handed them spring from an evergreen to offer the gods. They took a moment to pray before gently placing the branches in front of the shrine. They bowed, clapped their hands twice and bowed again.
At that point Shoto took a step back as they had decided to exchange rings as a circle. Izuku took the wedding band and slid it on Hicchan’s finger. Then Hicchan did the same for Shocchan, who ended the circle by putting a ring on Izuku’s finger.
They bowed to the shrine and to the guests, who then were offered a cup of sake to celebrate the union, ending the ceremony. Izuku took the opportunity to study the guests. He could hear his mom hiccup through the whole thing, Yagi-san next to her with silent tears streaming down his eyes.
Yamada-sensei was grossly sobbing on the other side of his mother, Aizawa-sensei clearly trying to shush him - or maybe he was trying to smother his husband with a handkerchief? Izuku couldn’t really tell. Eri-chan didn’t look alarmed so he guessed it was normal.
Shoto’s family was more reserved but he could still see tears on Rei and Fuyumi’s cheeks. Natsuo looked happy enough, while Dabi looked like he was going to combust for being even near a wedding ceremony. Izuku pitied Hawks for a few seconds.
The rest of their old class was showing clear signs of tears and/or blinding smiles. Everyone but Kacchan that still sulked next to a beaming Kirishima.
Izuku only hoped he would refrain from exploding at the reception…
“Congratulations.” One of the priests drawled solemnly.
“CONGRATULATIONS!” The whole class cheered with the force of a tornado.
Izuku couldn’t help but laugh at the startled expression of the priests and maiden.
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Hitoshi loved his friends and families but if one more came to congratulate them and not let them eat in peace they were going to have words. And everyone knew that words were his strong suit, so they better not.
After the ceremony hey had changed because kimonos were beautiful and all but fuck they were uncomfortable, especially these for ceremonies.
They were all still dressed fancy because it was their wedding reception, but less constricting. He was wearing a black suit with a lavender shirt and black tie. To his left, Shoto was wearing a blue suit with an azure shirt and to his right Izuku was wearing a white suit with a mint shirt. Like the adorable green bean he was, there was a single red and white camellia and a small bouquet of lavender in his breast pocket. Izuku was fucking adorable.
“So” Came Kaminari’s voice as he leaned on Hitoshi’s shoulders. “Now that you're married you’re all going to keep your surnames or…?”
That seemed to pique the interest of people in other tables as they turned to watch them.
“We’re going to take Izuku’s surname.” Shoto answered like it was a stuid question to ask. Which kind of was. They surely wouldn’t take Todoroki as a surname and Hitoshi wasnt really attached to his…and well, “Shoto Shinso” was a tongue twister. There was always the option to just not change their surname, but Shoto was adamant in having Izuku’s surname and Hitoshi liked the idea of being a Midoriya. Not that he didn’t love his parents, but the calm, cozy energy that came from the Midoriya’s apartment was something that two chaotic gays with 5 jobs in total and 2 children could never hope to achieve.
Sitting at another table, his dad groaned, putting his head in his hands. “Please tell me you two are not going to become trouble magnets like the Problem Child.”
Izuku pouted. “It’s not my fault.” He huffed. Shoto looked at him, then at Aizawa-sensei.
“Father in law please don’t tease mine and your son’s husband on our wedding day.”
Hitoshi almost choked on his tongue and Izuku sputtered at being called husband. It would take a while to get used to.
Really, he was still a bit incredulous. Even after receiving the engagement rings. Even after organising the whole thing. Even after having the three banded ring put on his finger. He was married. He had two amazing husbands. How did he get so lucky?
People kept coming and going to their table until he snapped that if anyone stopped his husbands from enjoying their wedding meal he was going to tie them all up to their chairs. His dad had looked proud and his papa mildly horrified as he whisper-shouted “This is your fault, Sho!”
All of them agreed it was rude to keep trying to interrupt their meal so they left them alone until it was time to cut the cake.
They had discussed what flavour to get until Hitoshi had jokingly suggested shortcake, because it sounded like “Shoto cake” and since his husbands were chaos gremlins, they immediately agreed.
Sato had personally made them a three tier strawberry shortcake decorated with other berries and several bite-sized mini cakes. Hitoshi would have thought it to be too much cake if only he hadn’t seen classmates wage wars for the last slice of cake Sato made.
“Hey guys!” Mina called, bouncing over to their table, looking a little too hopeful for Hitoshi’s tastes. Behind her, the girls of the class were watching with big, sparkling eyes.
“Hi Mina-chan!” Izuku greeted her happily. “Are you enjoying yourself?” ...How could a grown man be so adorable, Hitoshi will never know.
“I am! Thanks for asking!” She chirped, bouncing a bit. “Us girls were wondering if one of you will throw a bouquet?” She asked, gesturing at the centerpiece on their table. It was a big bouquet with yellow, red and blue flowers. Yes, it had All Might’s colour. Only their table had that bouquet, the others were with violet, green, red and white flowers. Hitoshi guessed it was the closest thing to a bouquet in their wedding.
He and Shoto exchanged a glance, neither were interested. Hitoshi was about to say no when Izuku, ever the people pleaser, answered. “I don’t see why not.” He grinned, rising from his seat and taking the flowers from the vase.
Mina squealed and the girls scattered to the middle of the room where there weren’t any tables.
Hitoshi had a front row seat to the spectacle that was the flowers being tossed, flying through the air, hitting Bakugo that was passing by square on his face and the girls throwing themselves to him to catch the flowers before they hit the floor.
Hitoshi laughed as a full on brawl broke out between the girls (minus Momo and Tsu, bless their souls) and an angry Bakugo that was suddenly in the middle of it all against his will. Around them people started cheering, especially Dabi, who was munching on some popcorn that had appeared out of nowhere.
Shoto tilted his head. “Does catching the bouquet with one’s face count?” He asked seriously, making Hitoshi howl with laughter.
Faintly, he could hear his dad groan as Uraraka screamed in victory, emerging from the pile of bodies holding the bouquet over her head like a trophy with a vicious grin before skipping towards Tsu and kissing her on the cheek.
Guess they all knew whose wedding they’ll be attending soon.