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It takes a special occasion to get the class 1-A students-turned-pro heroes together in the same room at the same time. Usually it was in regard to celebrating making it into the top ten hero ranking list–Katsuki had his own party when he broke #4, Shoji got his for #9, and Todoroki for getting #2; this time it had nothing to do with hero rankings.
This current celebration warranted all of class 1-A, most of 1-B, Aizawa, Present Mic, All Might, Nezu, Kota, Eri, Amajiki, Nejire, Togata, Shinso, Hatsume, Best Jeanist, Edgeshot, Recovery Girl, Gran Torino, and some parents to attend.
With the attendance of so many heroes in one place, it was bound to catch the media’s attention, but the heroes made sure that their bosses, or their sidekicks, or their assistants sent the reporters on a wild goose chase.
Kirishima, dressed in a black tuxedo with a red tie, grinned as he stood in the middle of a stage and tapped on a microphone. Standing next to him was Uraraka, wearing a blush-pink floral dress with a sweetheart neckline, also holding her own microphone. “Alright, alright! Do I have everyone’s attention?”
Whoops and hollers echoed throughout the room.
“Perfect! Ladies and gentlemen, you all know me as either Kirishima Eijirou or Red Riot, but today, you can just call me the best man!”
“And I’m Uraraka Ochaco, Uravity, also known as the maid of honor tonight!”
“I think I can speak for everyone here when I say: finally! ”
Mostly everyone laughed. Todoroki raised his glass and said, “Cheers to that!”
Uraraka chuckled. “And I think I can also speak for everyone when I say that there is no better representation of the word soulmates than Izuku and Katsuki. Whether they’re being romantic or platonic, you can always find them circling each other, pushing each other to be the very best versions of themselves.”
“Where one goes, the other usually follows,” Kirishima continued. “When sparring or working together, they don’t even have to communicate–they just simply know what to do, when, and how. When Katsuki was kidnapped, Izuku didn’t hesitate to join in on the rescue team.”
“I still think I should’ve expelled you all for that,” Aizawa said in the crowd.
“And when Izuku ran away, Katsuki was one of the first people to demand we get him back,” Uraraka said. “10 years ago, class 1-A had the pleasure of watching Izuku and Katsuki grow from childhood friends-turned-enemies into rivals, then friends again, and now partners.”
“I especially had the extra pleasure and privilege of listening to Katsuki pine over Izuku for years.” Kirishima grinned brightly. Katsuki’s eyes narrowed at him, a faint blush on his cheeks.
“Oh, I thought Izuku was the only one to do that?” Uraraka teased.
“Try being stuck in a work study with them for three years!” Todoroki called out.
Kirishima laughed. “So imagine my non-surprise when Katsuki decides to propose with a brand new suit he and the rest of us spent 8 years funding–all of which was his idea to make sure Izuku knew he could be a hero without a quirk.”
“And imagine my non-surprise when shortly after that, Izuku tracked me down after Todoroki’s ranking celebration to ask me to be his maid of honor, the wedding only six weeks later!”
“Now, there were a lot of us wanting to make toasts tonight, but we all had the great idea of making a collage of photos and videos throughout the years instead.”
Kirishima raised his glass, which everyone in the room copied. “They say you don’t marry the person you can live with, but the person you can’t live without. That sums up Izuku and Katsuki perfectly, if I do say so myself.”
Uraraka looked to be on the verge of tears. “Watching Izuku and Katsuki be together has renewed my faith in true love. I am honored to be a part of their wedding today.”
“Without further ado, let’s toast, drink, and watch Mina’s hard work in action!”
Everyone drank from their glass, and as Kirishima and Uraraka left the stage, a projector screen came down and the lights dimmed in the room.
Katsuki leaned back in his chair and draped an over the back of Izuku’s, his fingers lightly rubbing up and down the groom’s shoulder. Izuku leaned into the touch and wiped his face free of tears.
A familiar scene appeared on the screen: Izuku’s dad in the hospital as he makes the video disc for Izuku and Inko.
“Izuku, I know you’ll grow up to be a hero–whether in the actual sense or the practical sense. I just want you to know that no matter what you grow up to be, I’ll be happy for you. Always stay the kind and humble boy you are and don’t change for anyone. I’ll always be watching over you, as will your mother and the Bakugos and all of the friends I know you’ll make. I look forward to seeing you again. I love you.”
Inko wipes her face and nose with a tissue, Mitsuki rubbing her back.
Newborn baby photos of Katsuki and Izuku start flashing on the screen next and the voices of the blonde’s parents echoed in the speakers.
“I guess you could blame us for how inseparable the two boys were and are. Inko and Hisashi were in the delivery room with Masaru and I, and it was only fitting that I did the same.”
The birth video of Izuku popped up on screen, which caused Izuku to blush bright red and hide his face in his hands.
“The two of them never stood a chance. Even as they drifted apart over the years, they were still always one step behind the other,” Masaru said. “All we ever heard was ‘ Just keep your eyes on me! ’ and ‘ Kacchan’s amazing! ’ for years!”
The video of Masaru introducing baby Katsuki to newborn Izuku played with a background ‘echo’ of child Izuku saying, “Kacchan’s so amazing!” and then faded into the video of baby Katsuki crawling towards baby Izuku.
Inko’s voice came next.
“Izuku has always been an expressive boy, whether it was with his facial expressions or his actions. Raising Izuku, it was always easy to see how much he gravitated towards Katsuki–even without the outside help of us and the Bakugos. I see the same in Katsuki.”
The video of Izuku taking his first steps played.
“Katsuki always made sure Izuku was included. How he did it wasn’t always good , but he never stopped caring for my baby boy. With Katsuki, actions always spoke louder than words, and his actions showed that he never wanted to be without Izuku.”
A collage of photos and videos of baby Izuku and baby Katsuki cuddling and sleeping together appeared and the room filled with aww ’s.
Katsuki’s ears and cheeks were a bright pink and he squeezed Izuku’s shoulder. He leaned his head down and whispered in his ear, “I’m wishing more than ever that we just eloped like I wanted to.”
“Our parents would’ve never let us get away with that.”
Both males blushed at the photo of them in matching All Might onesies, hanging off each other’s shoulders with wide grins on their faces.
The next half hour was filled with their friends’ voices overlapping photos and videos taken of the boys during their time at UA and as adults.
“The first time young Midoriya and young Bakugo sparred without the unbridled anger, I knew that they’d make a fantastic hero duo. They have a chemistry between each other that takes most heroes decades to learn. With them, it was like instinct, natural, meant to be.”
Izuku groaned at the sight of the scrawny version of him crying and he side-eyed All Might for giving Mina that photo. Then there were photos of him and Katsuki in mid-spar, sitting in All Might’s office that was taken without them realizing as they had their heads bent together over a textbook, videos of them sparring together and separately–where one would narrate the other’s actions they’d be taking or how much the other was improving.
Aizawa spoke about how he was both surprised and not surprised to hear of their engagement. He had originally believed that they would just become really good friends. “Either way, I do hope you won’t become too much of a distraction to Midoriya’s students.”
Kota shouted, “Yeah! Stop showing up randomly throughout the day!” which caused everyone to chuckle loudly.
Hatsume’s speech was lively, detailing just how obsessive and nitpicky Katsuki was in the suit’s creation and design. “If I had known it was going to turn into an engagement ring, I would’ve done something to make it stand out more!”
Photos of Katsuki overlooking the schematics of the suit appeared and then a video of him almost getting knocked unconscious by the Blackwhip simulation.
The final video was the one where baby Izuku and baby Katsuki were upset about being told they couldn’t marry each other. This time, the couple didn’t look away or fight their friends to make the videos shut off.
“I love him, mommy! Why can’t I marry him?”
“Yeah! Why can’t I marry Izuku? I love him and wanna be with him forever! He’s my bestest friend in the whole world!”
“Boys, you can get married when you’re older. But not right now.”
“And you may not even want to marry each other. You may fall in love with someone else.”
“Never! Only Izuku! We’re gonna grow up and be heroes like All Might and get married!”
Cheers and whistles went around the room as the collage ended. Music, courtesy of Present Mic and Jiro, echoed throughout the speakers and the guests started rising from their chairs to host conversations or get on the dance floor. Izuku and Katsuki danced with their respective mothers, listening to them coo and tease them for being so oblivious towards their feelings for years, before they drifted back towards each other.
Die With A Smile by Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga played throughout the speakers, making Izuku and Katsuki roll their eyes at Jirou, who smirked back at them.
“This song kind of fits, though,” Katsuki said softly, smiling down at his husband. “You were all I could think about when I fought Shigaraki.”
“Kacchan,” Izuku started, biting his lip anxiously.
“Hush. I’m just saying that’s when I realized that I was in love with you. I’ve always had feelings for you, Izuku, but I didn’t realize just how deep and romantic they were until then.”
Izuku tilted his head. “Have I ever told you how Blackwhip manifested?”
Katsuki’s eyes widened. “No. Not fully, anyway.”
“Monoma was insulting you–”
Katsuki scoffed. “That’s nothing new.”
“Hey, he’s toned down!” Izuku giggled. “Anyways, he was insulting you and I got so angry. As soon as Shinsou brainwashed me, Daigoro told me that it activates based on my emotions, particularly ones from the heart. I didn’t understand it at the time, but during my solo period–”
“You mean your vigilante era?”
“ Solo period ,” Izuku reiterated. “I finally realized what it meant. I loved you and couldn’t stand anyone to insult or hurt you ever.”
Katsuki smirked and pressed a hand to Izuku’s cheek. “So possessive.”
“I like the word protective.”
“Whatever floats your boat, Deku. I still think you should join my agency, baby.”
Izuku turned his face to press a kiss to Katsuki’s palm. “I’ve already told you why I can’t, Kacchan. For one: I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from sacrificing myself for you over and over again. Two: I want to stay as a part-time teacher at UA and help the young heroes. And three: I like the idea of being a floater agent, going from one agency to the next when I’m needed.”
Katsuki bent down and pressed his forehead against Izuku’s, wrapping his arms tightly around his husband’s waist and pulling him in closer. He sighed. “I know. I don’t agree with it, but I can at least respect it.”
The song ended and Kaminari’s voice echoed throughout the speakers next, causing the crowd to look up at the electric blond. “Good evening, everyone! This is the part of the night where we ask the underage folks to head home and for the ones not up for drinking like there’s no tomorrow to follow them out the door! We are going to celebrate our favorite Blasty and Broccoli Lord’s marriage the right way! Forward march and here we go, members of the Agency Bakugo!”
“I think Pikachu’s already had one drink too many,” Katsuki snorted, watching as Kota, Eri, and a few of the older guests leave the reception.
Izuku giggled. “I love you, Midoriya-Bakugo Katsuki.”
“And I love you, Bakugo-Midoriya Izuku. Let’s drink!”