Proposal

Uraraka stared in awe around her at the large, traditional Japanese property, smoothing out the ruffles of her pink dress and clinging to Bakugou's arm. She smiled over at him, fixing the collar of his dress shirt when it began to flap upward. "You look very handsome, Katsu."

"Tch," Bakugou snorted, but smirked down at her. The vile of pebbles he always wore was showing under the shirt, only the brown twine resting on his barely visible collarbone. Uraraka couldn't complain that he never wore a tie with his dress shirts. She rather enjoyed him keeping the first few buttons open like that.

Luuuucky, she sometimes throught as she admired her well-built boyfriend's hero body. She kissed his cheek. "And what about me?"

He glanced down at her again, and shrugged. "Passable," he teased—and found himself flailing and yelling on the ceiling suddenly.

A head of white hair with little red flecks peeked our or the house's largest room, and blinked behind glasses. "You must be more of otouto's friends. He's told me about the loud, angry boy before." She stepped all the way out and smiled. "I'm Fuyumi. Come inside. The rest of you are already here."

Inside, the rest of class 1A was standing around a refreshments table, eating and drinking, and Todoroki was pacing at the back of the room in front of a frail looking woman sitting in a chair.

Endeavor was on the other end of the room, talking bolsterouslty to the only other elders in the room. He and the frail woman were as far apart as the size of the room would allow.

Uraraka released her boyfriend from the ceiling and trailed inside, waving to Midoriya and Iida, talking to Jirou and Kaminari near the refreshments.

Todoroki noticed them, and touched the seated woman's shoulder before approaching them, glaring, his gaze only half-hearted as he still seemed preoccupied. "Could you two have made a louder entrance?"

"Gomen, Todoroki-kun," Uraraka replied, touching Bakugou's shoulder gently. "He's an asshole." Her smile only brightened.

"You say that too easily now," Bakugou mumbled down at her. She grinned, sweetly.

Todoroki frowned and glanced over at his father and the other two elder Quirk users. "Momo's parents. My old man is getting too friendly." He scoffed. "He's pretty happy I decided to marry the only other person from my class who got in on recommendation." He laughed bitterly. "He actually thinks I'm doing this because of our Quirks. Delusional bastard."

Uraraka glanced over st Endeavor. "I thought things were better between you two? That's what Yaomomo said." She felt Bakugou's arm tighten on her waist, and she touched his wrist, discreetly. It was no secret to 1A anymore the way Endeavor had raised Todoroki. Their class tended to be a little warier around the flame hero now, number two or not.

"Sort of. He's not that different. No one changes that quickly," Todoroki replied, glancing down and shaking his head. He looked over at the seated woman. "At least Okaasan could be here for this. Did Momo text you, Uraraka-san?"

"Mm. She just got off. She thinks it's just dinner between the four of us. Your secret is safe." Uraraka smiled at him. "You ready for this?"

"Absolutely not," Todoroki mumbled, and glanced up at his siblings who were bringing their mother a drink and a plate of food. "But it helps to have everyone here." He fiddled with something in the pocket of his slacks.

Bakugou snorted. "Shut the fuck up. How can you pretend to be good at everything like you do if you're afraid of something that's actually supposed to be fuckin' good? Screw what your old man says—you love her, right? So unfreeze your shriveled balls, man the hell up and do it."

Todoroki chuckled and raised his white eyebrow at Bakugou. "Thanks for the pep talk, Bakugou. I feel so much better now." He slid his eyes to Uraraka. "He's a keeper."

Sensing the sarcasm, Uraraka grinned. "Eh, passable." She raised her eyebrows up at Bakugou, wondering if he'd catch the joke. He did, glaring playfully down at her.

"She's coming!" Jirou called, her earphone jack plugged into the wall—she could hear Yaoyorozu coming up the path of the Todoroki residence.

"Shit," Todoroki breathed and Bakugou smirked widely at how nervous he was all of a sudden.

"Does anyone have a camera? Stoic Half-half is shaking!" Bakugou growled in glee. "Someone take a picture!"

"….you really are an asshole," Uraraka said to her boyfriend, her expression deadpan.

A moment later, the door slid open, Yaoyorozu having heard some of the commotion and she blinked when all eyes turned on her. "Oh. Uh. Okay….hey, everyone."

Todoroki swallowed heavily and approached her. "Aisuru, there's someone I want you to meet." He placed his left hand gently on her waist, despite her having returned home and changed into regular clothes after work, and sent a small shock of heat through her body to warm her from the cold night air she's walked through. He led her over to the seated woman, and smiled, gently. "Okaasan."

Todoroki Rei glanced up at them, and smiled gently. "So, you're Yaoyorozu Momo? Shoto never stops talking about you when he comes to visit me. He never stops smiling—more than I've ever seen him smile, even."

"Okaasan…" Todoroki mumbled, blushing lightly.

Yaoyorozu giggled with her own blush, hiding her smile and embarrassment behind her hand. "Oh, Todoroki-san, arigatou. Shoto is very kind to me—he builds me up when I'm doubting myself. He's a good man."

Rei looked at her son with a small, distant smile. "He is. I wish I could've seen him become one."

Todoroki shot a sharp look over his shoulder at Endeavor when he tried to approach behind Yaoyorozu's parents. "She's visiting from the hospital just for tonight," he murmured, returning his attention to his girlfriend.

"Tonight? Why, Shoto?" Yaoyorozu asked with a curious frown. "What's special about tonight?" She smiled at her parents and waved when they were close enough, and then turned her eyes again to Todoroki. "Why is everyone here?"

Todoroki swallowed and pulled her to the center of the room. "Momo, Aisuru, boku no kokoro," he murmured, affectionately.

"Seriously, where the hell is a camera when we need one?!" Bakugou barked, gleefully, at seeing Todoroki in such a vulnerable state.

A sharp brown eye snapped toward him. "Damareyarou," Todoroki commanded, his tone low, even and extremely irritated, emphasizing the words with a slam of his foot down, causing a line of ice to crawl over the floor and up Bakugou's body until his mouth was frozen over.

Bakugou struggled, growled and yelled against the ice, snapping and popping small explosions against it until he was free. "TEME!"

"KATSUKI," Uraraka snapped, and Bakugou immediately stopped, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting angrily, steaming coming up off of his head.

There was a snorted laugh from someone in the room, and Bakugou's eyes flared, and he started to lunge toward the noise, but was caught and held by Tsu's tongue.

Uraraka looked at her friend and smiled. "Arigatou, Tsu-chan." She looked back at Todoroki. "Go on. Sorry."

Yaoyorozu was laughing a little at the familiar antics of her former classmates and she tilted her head at Todoroki. "What is going on with you? Bakugou-san is right; you're acting strangely."

She took half a step back in shock when a small velvet box was suddenly held between them, her eyes widening. "Sh-Shoto…?"

"You know what it means. I don't have to say it. But I will if you want me to. I'd do anything you asked of me, honestly. I've never loved any one thing as much as I love you, Momo." His eyes were sincere. "And the idea of loving something that much terrifies me."

He turned a sharp glare at his father. "You may be strong, with an impressive Quirk," and then his gaze was soft again, and only hers, "but I would love you even if you were Quirkless. So? What's your answer?"

Yaoyorozu felt the sting of tears in the corners of her eyes, and took the box, opening it to reveal a silver ring with a diamond and ruby inlayed in separate settings.

"It's my mother's ring. My father had it made as a…tasteless symbol for what he was trying to do," Todoroki murmured, softly. "But if you wear it, it'll actually mean something. That's what Okaasan told me when she gave it to me to give to you."

The tears fell without warning, and she looked back up at her boyfriend, her lips pressed together tightly to keep from squeaking or sobbing. She swallowed, and swallowed again, and then nodded as little Russian nesting dolls started to fall out of her sleeves and skirt.

"N-nesting dolls?" Todoroki asked, eyes widening.

"Th-the first time you believed in me—I cant help creating them sometimes when y-you're overtly kind to me," she whimpered, wiping at her eyes.

"I've never seen you—" He began, and she shook her head to interrupt him.

"You haven't seen the back closet in my house!" She cried, implying she would escape their to discharge her Quirk, and then return. Despite the sweet moment, he has to wonder how many were actually in the closet as of now—they had been dating for almost two years.

He chuckled, his own nerves suddenly dissipating, and he pulled her into a tender kiss as their classmates cheered, before sliding the engagement ring on her finger and kissing her again.

After all was said and done, the rest of the guests and family began to eat and drink and toast, and Kirishima approaches Bakugou and Uraraka with a grin.

"So how many of those little doll things do you think she'll make on their wedding night?" He asked, quietly with a grin, tilting his glass toward them.

"Probably best not to think about it," Bakugou grumbled, an arm sllung around Uraraka, all three sipping their drinks and watching Todoroki and Yaoyorozu mingle.

Hard not to think about it, now.

The trio snickered, and Uraraka looked up at Bakugou.

"Are we next?" She whispered with wiggling eyebrows.

"Hn." He grinned widely. "Guess we'll see."

Indeed.