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And it is this, that takes us back to Izuku's Very Normal Day. Or, at least was was going to be a Very Normal Day.
“I don’t want to officiate your wedding!”
A moment of silence.
“Shouto?” Izuku speaks up. “What- what are you doing here?”
Izuku stands up from the bed and gives a brief wave of dismissal as he excuses himself and goes out through the door, one hand on Shouto’s chest and lightly pushing him while a jumble of words spills out of Shouto’s mouth. Izuku’s smiling. He doesn’t know why he’s smiling. He shouldn't be smiling at seeing his friend in such a state but he can’t help it. The sight of Shouto shouldn’t bring him sheer and utter joy in this way, not if he plans on keeping his feelings buried deep inside his chest.
“Izuku? Are you- are you listening to me?”
Izuku smiles.
“I’m glad to see you.”
Shouto takes both of Izuku’s hands into his own dual-tempered ones. Izuku can feel his pinky wrap around the outside of Izuku’s hand. He can feel the way their fingers touch and they way their skin feels against each other. He smiles again as he looks down.
“Izuku. You have to listen to me. I really don’t want to officiate your wedding.”
“Wedding? Shouto, what are you talking about?”
“When- when we get older,” says Shouto. “And you get married to some pretty girl. And she walks down the aisle and all our friends are there. And there’s Bakugo as your best man and he’s standing next to Uraraka who’s your fiance’s maid of honor and- and there’s Eri- oh my god there’s Eri and she’s in the most beautiful dress Aizawa could get her in and Kouta is also there. And he’s in a tight suit, he hates it but he put it on because he heard you mention it once or twice.”
“Shouto, what is this?”
Shouto, pointedly, does not answer his question and rather keeps on rambling.
“And Aizawa and Nezu are also there. Aizawa still looks like shit but Shinsou dragged him along so they’re sitting in one of the front rows. Nezu is here because he really wants to give a speech about you- oh, yes! Recovery Girl is also there! And then there’s going to be All Might— he’s sitting next to your mom— and he’s talking about how you’re the best son ever and he’s looking at you and you’re looking back at him and- and you’re in this suit. Midnight blue, since your fiance didn’t like the deep green one you picked out. And you still look incredibly handsome in it, even if your hair has been flattened out with tons of hair products and there’s a single strand sticking out. And she’s walking down the aisle— your fiance— and she’s smiling at you. And you both have your vows in your hand. And then- and then- and then-”
Shouto lets go of Izuku’s hands and starts to run his hands through his hair with unusual anxiety.
“And then there’s me. There’s me and I’m in between you both and you- you look at me and you smile at me because I’m supposed to marry you two. And I can’t do it. I can’t do it because you are looking at me with that smile and I’m reminded of the fact that this is only happening because I never told you. I never told you just how smitten I am and how much I love you and how much you mean to me. Because I never told you that it doesn’t matter if I’d only realized I loved you this much over break because I know how much I love you. And I’m head over heels for you and I never told you so now I have to look you in the eye and marry you off to someone. And I just can’t do that. So please, please don’t make me officiate your wedding.”
Izuku stands there for a second.
He takes in the sheer force of the wave of love that hits him, takes the brunt of admiration and infatuation that virtually radiates from Shouto.
He’s not… This shouldn’t be happening. He’s not supposed to be loved. He’s not supposed to be the object of the affections of anybody. He’s supposed to admire and love and give and not receive anything back. He’s not supposed to be the focus of all these heavy, complicated emotions that twist and turn and crash into his insides whenever he thinks about Shouto for too long.
His eyes begin to water as he watches Shouto breathe heavily. Beady tears start to form in the corners of his eyes until it becomes too much and they start to softly slide down his cheeks.
“Shouto. Are you ordained?”
That seems to shock the other boy out of his spiral.
“Sorry?”
“How do you plan on officiating if you’re not even ordained?”
“I- I didn’t-”
“Silly Shouto… thinking he’s going to marry me and my made-up fiance and not even being ordained.”
Izuku reaches for Shouto’s hands and brings them closer together. He can feel Shouto’s breath– cold and minty – on his own warm skin. He presses his forehead against Shouto’s and draws circles on his skin with his thumb.
“Did you mean it? About being in love with me?”
Shouto at Izuku with utmost admiration. He looks at Izuku like he is the last remnant of some religion he’s been blindsided by. He looks at Izuku like he is the most beautiful piece of artwork that there is.
“More than anything.”
Izuku laughs. He laughs with his whole chest. He laughs with his smile reaching his eyes and with tears rolling out his eyes. He laughs as he takes Shouto’s hands and loops them around his waist. He laughs as he brushes Shouto’s hair out of his face, laughs as Shouto stares at him dumbfounded. He laughs with everything he has.
He laughs as he brings Shouto’s face down to his and as he presses Shouto’s lips against his own.
Shouto’s kiss is all teeth, Izuku realizes. The boy’s lips hold all the naivety and inexperience of a shaking kitten, all the gentleness yet blindness of a newborn fawn.
The dual-user’s hands shakily reach up to where Izuku’s unruly curls meet the nape of his neck, along with the green-haired boy’s cheekbones, holding him dearly and tenderly to where Izuku could pull away if he so wanted.
Not like he plans to, anyways.
Izuku himself is not exactly an stellar kisser either, with the way his lips feel too small for his already diminute face and his nose weirdly pokes Shouto’s blushing face as he does his best to reciprocate the kiss. He tries to move his head a little as he closes his eyes, trying to find that slot between himself and Shouto that he’s read about in books but finds himself unable to and rather just ends up making their teeth clash against each other in a movement that borders on painful and is alright uncomfortable.
Shouto doesn’t complain, but does tether on shakingly unclenching his teeth and letting them create a small gap further into his mouth. Izuku’s hands blindly pat along Shouto’s chest until they are able to find the sides of his face and hook his arms around Shouto’s neck. This seems to egg the boy on as he curls his hands where they sit and his lips press harder into Izuku’s.
A breathy sigh exits Izuku at the movement and he slowly pushes Shouto back against the wall, his tongue teasing along Shouto’s teeth in an effort to explore as much of him as this 20 second moment will allow. Shouto melts into the touch and movement as he starts to curl his hands into Izuku’s hair itself, lightly playing with the swirls and tangling it up in a way Izuku knows will remind him of this moment when he tries to brush it tonight.
Izuku can feel the ticking countdown of remaining air reach its end as he slowly parts from Shouto’s lips, mere milimiters away from the other’s as he wills his eyes to look upwards at Shouto, staring at him through his long eyelashes.
Shouto stares down at him with hazy eyes and an expression that can only possibly be described as lovesick. The boy starts to lean down back towards Izuku before Izuku stops him, pressing a finger to his lips and a small kiss to the corner of them.
“You kiss with your teeth,” whispers Izuku, breath still on Shouto’s mouth.
“You kiss with your head,” comes the laughing sound reply.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t really know what to do.”
“And you think I did?”
Izuku laughs. Shouto stares at him.
“Would it be too much if I proposed to you right now?”
Izuku is shocked, yes, but he also finds himself smiling.
“Sorry?”
“I just- you look particularly handsome. When it’s dark, that is. So i just thought-”
“That you’d better secure your wedding fantasy?” Izuku laughs.
Shouto grumbles in embarrassment and blushes deeply.
“I thought I’d kissed you into forgetting I said all that.”
“I thought it was sweet,” says Izuku as he lightly caresses the side of Shouto’s face.
“In my defense, you can blame Shinsou for that disastrous part of my love confession.”
“Did he tell you you were going to officiate my wedding?”
“No. I- I came to that conclusion on my own. He just- He mentioned how it wouldn’t be fun to watch you get married to someone. How it would be better if you cut me off right now rather than living in heartbreak.”
“Both of you are disastrous.”
Izuku smiles at him and brings his face back down for another long, breathy kiss. He goes slower this time, like he’s trying to savour every part of Shouto, like he’s trying to memorize his movements, to map out his feelings on his face.
“You’re so silly. I love you,” and it's the first time Izuku’s said it out loud. The first time he’s explained his feelings so openly and so freely. The first time he’s brought himself to say out loud the part that has been quietly growing inside him.
“I love you too,” says Shouto, and it’s true. It’s truer than anything he’s said, more genuine than anything he’s ever uttered out to anyone.
Izuku brings him back down for another kiss and he can feel his heart swell with emotion.
Yeah. Maybe he can get used to this. Maybe he can create a brand new normal.
And maybe Izuku’s Normal Days can become Shouto’s Normal Days too.
Natsuo gets the call at the lovely, precious, valuable hours of 4:00 in the morning.
He sits up from his bed as Shouto’s contact flashes on the screen. He’s far too tired for this, but if his younger brother is calling him, then there must be some sort of reason as to why he’s waking him up at a time like this.
He answers the call and holds the phone up to his ear, yawns once before speaking.
“Hey, Shou. What’s up?”
The room is silent as Natsuo listens to his little brother talk at a rapid speed and with an audible smile on his face.
“I’m very happy for you,” says Natsuo, still sleepy.
More silence in the room. The moonlight filters through his window.
“Oh that’s sweet.”
The gears click in his head. Neurons make connections to each other as he processes the words.
“Yeah, just a quick question. Uhh ...What do you mean you just started dating Midoriya.”