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Midoriya wouldn’t say his boyfriend was overly affectionate in public. Actually, he wouldn’t say that his boyfriend was very affectionate in public at all. He also wouldn’t say that he was bothered by it. Eijiro was so sweet all the time, but realistically, he hated PDA to a fault. So, when he picked up Izuku’s hand at a lunch date with their friends and didn’t let go, he immediately knew something was up. “Eiji? Do you want to talk about it?” The usually put-together manly hero looked up at Izuku with tears welling in his eyes. “I-I was watching a documentary on the five love languages, a-and I realized that yours is physical touch, and I felt bad for not giving you what you needed, and I want people to know that I love you, so I figured I’d start small. Hand holding was something we were already doing under tables, and so I thought maybe we’d start there. If it’s bothering you, I can stop!”
Izuku smiled at the redhead as he spewed his feelings out like regurgitation from a bird’s mouth. “Eiji sweetie, you don’t ever have to be afraid of me not wanting your affection. I will always, always want your touch; most days I crave it.” He brushed a lock of the hair back from the fellow hero’s face. “Now, why don’t you dry your eyes, and we'll get ready to go to your moms’ house.”
The tall hardening hero went up the stairs to change quickly but was easily distracted. He’d been reading this book, you see, about the Road to El Dorado. It was written in the pre-quirk-era 1950s, and it was so interesting. So, when he hears Izuku, an hour later, calling to ask if he’s ready, he shoots up and starts to change his clothes. This was how their trips to see his moms usually went, and it was because of that that they always started getting ready an hour early.
When they finally arrived, his moms greeted them at the door. Aizawa-Sensei was here as well, Yamada-Sensei sitting beside him. They’d adopted Izuku after his mom disappeared in their second year of high school, not wanting a 16-year-old to have to go into foster-care. Dinner was already set out, and the table was set for dinner. Kirishima Sakura smiled at her son, caressing his cheek lightly. “My baby boy! Welcome back home sweetie!” Her wife, Ai, stood beside her, a beautiful blue dress flowing from the breeze outside. She brushed a strand of long black hair behind her ear, the curls fighting to escape their prison. “Sakura, darling, why don’t you let the boys come inside?” Pink eyes met blue as the taller woman turned to her life-mate. “You’re absolutely correct. Boys, come on in!”
Once everyone was situated at the table, dinner started. It was far from quiet as each person relayed stories of their week. These dinners had become a frequent occurrence since the two boys started getting more serious about their relationship. Now, they’d been together nearly seven years, and at 23 years old, were going strong. Izuku’s fidgeting had lessened once he started therapy, and now, it was almost impossible to tell he was a nervous wreck.
Malo brushed past their feet, the large, old dog trying to calm his anxiety. He took the loving touches of the pooch to heart as they finished dinner and stood up. “Ai, I’ll help you grab dessert from the kitchen!” A single black curl fell into his face, still colored from his last mission. His gait widened, steps shaky as he stopped at the counter, grabbing the cake he’d helped to design. It wasn’t anything special, but it was Eiji’s favorite flavor. A green R and red D decorated the top, and a ring sat in a box beside it.
He carried it into the dining room and grabbed the box, setting the cake down. “Eiji, I have an important question for you.” He took a shaking deep breath, then took the scarred hand of his redheaded lover. He knelt down to one knee, eyes wide and unfocused for a moment. He looked up at his boyfriend and smiled. “Eijirou, we’ve been together for seven years. We’ve been friends for nearly nine. You’ve been there for me, no matter what the circumstances were. You’ve fought by my side, for so long. It took me a little while, but I realized something recently. I don’t ever want to wake up in a world where you aren’t right beside me. I never want to have to live with the knowledge that I was so close to forever and let it slip right past me. So today, I ask you patiently, knowing that you may need to think about the answer, will you marry me?”
Red eyes widened in shock as his mouth dropped open, a grin quickly overtaking it. “ABSOLUTELY!” The shorter hero nearly dropped his partner as he was tackled into a bear hug, kisses being planted all over his face. “Yes, I’ll marry you, you dork!” When they finally got off the floor, a mess of wrinkles and dirt smudges, both were grinning like maniacs. The taller of the two sat down as Izuku picked a knife up with his left hand, then winced and dropped it. “Ah… Ow…” When he looked over, Eiji was already cutting it. “Don’t worry, Izubabe, go ahead and sit. I’ve got the cake this time.”
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Izuku smiled at their daughter as he brushed her hair back from her face. “So you see, your dad has always been the biggest goofball, but he’s also always been the sweetest. Now, why don’t you get some rest?”
A tiny hand gripped his fingers as he went to move away. “Daddy, tell me about your first date!” The enthusiastic four-year-old loved hearing stories about it and knowing that her quirk would put her to sleep anyways - a quirk titled Lullaby - he sat back down. “Okay, but this is the last one before bed. You have school in the morning.” Her wide brown eyes screamed excitement as she nodded. “Okay!”
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Izuku sat in the support classroom, working with Mei to design a new compression glove that he would have one of the Costume students create for him (for reasonable pay, naturally)! Eijirou walked in, face bright red and hands shaking. He’d run out of hair dye a few months prior, so his natural black color was shining through. He brushed a spike out of his face and looked at Izuku.
His red eyes glistened with fear and worry, and the trouble seeing caused them to squint slightly. “H-Hey, Izu-bro, I was wondering if you had time to talk?” His nerves shone through in his speech, the normally confident heroling stuttering. “Of course, what’s up?” He sat up in his seat, crossing his ankles. He never wanted his classmates to be afraid of him. “I-I think you’re super manly, a-and I would l-love to talk more about how I can make my own quirk more manly, h-hopefully over dinner? My moms taught me how to make Katsudon, and I know it’s your favorite!” He had begun to ramble, brain working at 100 miles a minute. Izuku chuckled softly. “Are you trying to ask me on a date, Eiji? If so, the answer is yes!” Eijiro’s face was instantly much softer and calmer than it had been prior. “Really? Thank you so much!” The easily excitable boy ran out, and Izuku looked at Mei. What had he gotten himself into?
Later that day, he re-entered the dorms to the wonderful smell of deep-fried pork and slow-cooked rice. He smiled when he noticed the empty common room and dark surroundings. “I-Izuku, you’re back a little early…” He scratched lightly at the back of his neck, then leaned to light a final candle. “I-I set up a little dinner for the both of us, wh-why don’t you go get out of your school uniform? I-I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable while we dine…”
Izuku smiled and took the lighter from Kirishima’s hand, ensuring he didn’t burn himself. “Why don’t you go get ready too? The rest of the class went out for pizza, so we have some time. Don’t stress so much, this is already so lovely.” He brushed a strand of red hair back from Eijirou’s face, the lock having escaped from its gel prison.
Thirty minutes later, the two were sitting at the table, quietly talking and eating their Katsudon. Izuku coughed lightly as he choked on a grain of rice, giggling. “Wait, so your mom likes to make jokes about the fact that she left your dad for your other mom?” The sentence was hard to follow even as he said it, but he grinned. “I would love to meet her!”
The two were smitten, and when class 1-A returned at curfew that night, Kirishima was wrapped tightly around Izuku, and the two slept soundly for several hours. They were both content, and as days passed, they grew closer and closer, finally making their relationship official on the 12th of May, 2XXX.
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Izuku smiled as he looked at their now-sleeping daughter. He stood and left the room, meeting Eiji just outside their son’s. “Now, we should get some sleep too.” He led his husband to their bedroom, and within less than an hour, the two were passed out, curled up the same as they had been the night of their first date. In the morning, they would deal with the repercussions of sleeping in, but such was life.
Fin