This is it. This is the end. I want to thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for all of the love and support this fic has gotten. I started it when I was in the lowest point of my life, and it has helped me through so much. Asagao and Izuku will always stay with me, and I hope you can say the same.
10 years later…
Wide emerald green eyes flitted about anxiously, and chubby little hands rubbed freckled cheeks— one of their daughter's nervous habits.
Asagao smiled widely, tucking a strand of silky brown hair behind her daughter's ear. "Sumire, you're going to have a wonderful time, I just know it!"
Though the four year old's eyes showed her disbelief, she still nodded. Asagao rose from her kneeling position and immediately had her place taken by Izuku. The number one hero wrapped his arms gently around Sumire, who, of course, clung to his neck like she did every time. She was always going to be daddy's little girl.
"You're going to make lots of friends," Izuku murmured.
"Uhuh."
"And Kaen-kun is going to be at the same school as you."
"Uhuh."
"And when you get home, mama and I will have your favorite meal for you, okay?"
Their daughter backed up out of her dad's embrace just enough to peer up at him with hopeful eyes. "You promise?"
"Promise," Izuku chuckled, and Asagao tried to stop her heart from melting. Each and every day, she grew more and more thankful they'd decided to take the plunge and have a child. It had been a terrifying decision— they'd stayed up countless nights debating it, always wondering if it was right to put someone else in the danger Izuku's career so often brought. But then, in these moments, when she saw the unfiltered adoration in her daughter and her husband's eyes…she couldn't find an ounce of regret in her.
"Oi! Don't tell me Icy Hot is late!" came a bark from down the street.
The Midoriya family looked up to see the Bakugo-Kirishima's walking toward them. Their son was in the middle of his dads, all smiles and excited skips as he held their hands. Katsuki looked irritable as usual, but Asagao knew the real reason why.
"Stop worrying, he just texted and said traffic was bad," Asa soothed.
"Tch," the explosive hero grunted. "He should've known that it would be bad this morning. Why don't I just take the little gremlins myself?"
Eijirou's eyes rolled fondly. "Nothing's gonna happen to them, babe. And you have a patrol to get to," he reminded his husband.
Asa watched as Katsuki conceded (begrudgingly, but still). He got down on his knees to face his son, giving him a stern, yet love-filled look. "Don't cause any problems, okay, squirt? You're gonna be the best damn kid that teacher's ever seen."
Kaen nodded seriously, as though his father had just given him a top secret mission. "Yes, sir."
The steel in Katsuki's eyes softened, and the Midoriya's politely looked away when Katsuki pressed a gentle kiss to his son's head. Even after all these years, the explosive hero still didn't like others seeing his soft side. Still, Asagao realized, he'd come a long way. They all had.
"Sumire," Asa said softly, nudging her daughter. "Why don't you go say hi to Kaen-kun?"
The little girl wrinkled her nose in distaste, another nervous habit. But Kaen had already whipped his head around at the sound of his name, so there was really no choice. Sumire's head was downward when she approached, and her hands fidgeted with her soft yellow play pants.
"Hi," she whispered. "I— 'm scared for…for school."
The parents watched in silence, even Katsuki, though at this point he was probably going to be late for his patrol.
Kaen's head was tilting. "Why're you scared? There aren't any monsters."
Sumire let out an adorable sigh. "I know. But…but mommy and daddy won't be there."
"My daddy's won't be there either," Kaen pointed out. "But you and me are going together! And Uncle Shoto is taking us!"
All of the sudden, it seemed reality made sense again to Sumire. Her pretty green eyes brightened, and clearly no longer feeling so worried about her first day of school, she stepped forward and grabbed Kaen's hand.
"Nope," Katsuki said immediately. "We are not having a Midoriya in this family. This is unacceptable."
"She could be going to school with someone worse," came a dry reply. The parents turned to see Shoto walking up, complacent expression present as always. "Kaminari-kun and Jirou-chan's son is a nightmare."
The entire group chuckled in agreement. Little Hikari-kun seemed to have limitless energy that wore even seasoned pro heroes like them out in just a few minutes.
Uncle Shoto's arrival signaled the need for final goodbyes. Sumire and Kaen both threw themselves at their parents, gathering enough hugs and kisses to last them the day. And when Shoto drove off, both kids waved excitedly through the car window.
The car turned off of their street, and Eijirou turned to give Asagao a wink. "Katsuki's gonna cry as soon as we leave, I just know it."
"Shut up!" his husband called, but his voice cracked. When the group glanced over, they saw eyes that were redder than usual. Having been caught, Katsuki was quick to turn on his heel and stomp away. "You better make sure you pick them up on time, idiot!"
"Love you too, sweetheart!" Eijirou called after him, snickering.
After that, Asagao waited around patiently as the two remaining men talked for a few minutes about a meeting next week. Her hand was laced firmly in her husband's, and as he chatted away, she felt him playing with her wedding ring. It was a habit he'd gotten into ever since she'd put it on, and she loved it. It was a little reminder to him that she was there, safe and sound, promised to him forever just like he was to her.
When the men finally finished their conversation, Eijirou pressed a parting goodbye kiss to her cheek (that, too, had become a habit) before he walked back in the direction of his house. Yawning, Asagao leaned into her husband's warm side. She could hear his deep chuckle rumble through his chest.
"Back to bed?" he suggested.
"Mmhm."
The couple made the short walk back to their home in comfortable silence. Though at first they'd questioned their decision on letting Shoto take Sumire to school, Asa now realized it was probably for the best. She honestly didn't know if she would want to let her little girl go if they'd taken her themselves.
When Asagao stumbled sleepily over some shoes in the foyer, Izuku chuckled. "Come on, not much further to go."
"Don't patronize me," the florist mumbled half-heartedly. Her husband just laughed again. He squeezed her hand and tugged her upstairs to their bedroom, and as soon as they entered, Asa ran forward and flopped back down into bed.
She nuzzled her face into the sheets, reveling in the smell of her husband's cologne that always hung in the air. The bed dipped, and she opened her eyes to see her hero snuggling up to her.
"You were right," Izuku hummed. "Taking today off was a good idea."
Asa nodded, then let out a contented sigh. Her violet gaze drifted up to where dark curly locks fell in front of adoring green eyes. Unthinkingly, she reached up to brush them out of the way.
For the next few minutes, the florist let herself get lost in thought as she played with strands of her husband's hair. That beautiful green stare never left her, and after a while, it became curious. "What's on your mind, love?"
She gave a little shrug. "I'm just happy. With you, with Sumire— with life in general and all that."
"Oh?" Izuku said. "Even after the Osaka incident? Or that time the woman tried to use a love potion quirk on me? Or when fans mobbed you in the park last fall? Or—"
"Yes," Asa cut him off, rolling her eyes. He gave her a cheeky grin, and she swatted his shoulder. "It's not like it's been rainbows and unicorns, but I think I knew what I was signing up for."
Izuku hummed again. It seemed that he had nothing else to say, if the way his head dipped down said anything. Her husband gently pressed her down against the mattress, his lips kissing her shoulder lazily. He worked up to her neck, her jaw, her cheek, her forehead, her nose, and finally, her lips.
The couple sighed into one another. The kiss was long and slow, no heat hidden beneath it— just a promise of unwavering love.
When they parted, Asagao immediately cuddled back into his chest. Strong arms wrapped around her. She closed her eyes and let her mind begin to drift, the steady beat of Izuku's heart guiding her to dreamland.
No, it hadn't been perfect. They'd had their difficulties from day one, and they'd had even more along the way. But here, curled up with the man who held and treasured her heart, she couldn't complain. Despite all the ups and downs, the twists and turns— she was content.
With that final thought, a little smile settled on her petal pink lips. And with another sigh, she floated off to sleep, her floral fantasy come true.
Back in the present, shortly after Izuku and Asagao's engagement was announced…
Shinsou hadn't wanted to fall in love. There are just some types of people you don't want to fall in love with: those who are already taken, those who don't match with your sexuality, and (most importantly in the line of hero work) villains.
And yet over the edge he'd gone, falling, falling, falling endlessly until he finally hit the ground and was forced to face the facts. She was with someone else. And he had to move on.
Of course, that was hard to do with her face seemingly everywhere on social media and talk shows and newspaper stands, but he managed. And by managed, I mean he took up as many night shifts as possible, if only because avoiding anything and everything related to her just seemed easier under the veil of darkness.
It was pathetic, really, to have fallen so hard so quickly. But then no, it wasn't, because how could anyone not fall for someone as kind and smart and funny and beautiful as—
Shinsou didn't let himself finish the thought.
He refocused his eyes on the midnight cityscape before him. He had a job to do. And he was sure they were going to make things difficult again.
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