Izuku pulled out all the stops.

He booked the whole restaurant to ensure an intimate dinner, leaving an army of wait staff free to serve your every beck and call. You enjoyed world-class French cuisine, with a 5-star view of Musutafu's skyline. Low lights, an array of flowers, held hands atop the table as a live band filled the atmosphere with gentle music. You were blown away by the care he took in planning your date night. This night had been long overdue.

You couldn't remember the last time your schedules had lined up enough for you to eat a meal together. Sitting on the sky scraper's balcony together made you realize how much you yearned his company. Sure you lived in the same house, but you worked in different departments at your agency. Your time together was touch and go, and amidst all the bustle of hero affairs, you hadn't realized how much you missed him.

This date night was both wonderful and very needed.

And it would've continued to be an intimate evening if the owner hadn't blabbed to the press about it. You learned a little too late, that the owner was a greedy bastard and an attention whore. Apparently, the money Izuku dropped to shut down the establishment couldn't compare to the clout of press coverage; The owner needed everyone to know that the number one hero ate his signature katsudon.

Greedy snake.

As soon as you exited the building, screams and flashing cameras assaulted your senses from all sides. You should have known better than to hope for a quiet night with your guy. As the #1 hero of Japan, Izuku's fan base was 10x larger than the population of Musutafu, so naturally he was the hottest topic among hero tabloids. It was horrible how many weirdos tried to make a buck harassing pro heroes in their down time.

The press salivated over any little piece they could get of him. They stalked him on the streets, during patrols, and even into grocery store. It didn't matter whether it was a battle photo - which were sometimes quite glorius - or a pic of him picking up your dog's poo.

Any depiction of him sold, for big time yen and his fans ate it up.

Hero merchandise was God in the commercial industry, and unfortunately, your friends and colleagues didn't always get a say in how their images could be use. Legal loopholes gave way to some of the more corrupt revenue streams of the industry.

You knew the struggle first-hand.

Apparently, a civilian member of staff at Nighteye's old agency got bribed into planting a camera in the restrooms during a collaboration. It was the biggest shock in your life when you were notified by the agency's director; An unauthorized image of you had been sold on the black market. They fired the staff and immediately issued you an apology with a fat check, paper clipped to an NDA.

However, that didn't save you from the aftermath. The image was picked up by a particularly conniving toy manufacturer, notorious for lewding heroes without their consent. Your likeness ended up as part of a gag series that did nothing to help your ranking on the billboard charts. Fortunately, a lawsuit was enough to halt their production, but it didn't do anything to retrieve the figurines already sold on the market.

For once, you were grateful to not be in the top 5 on the hero billboards; the story would have blown up. As a Sea bound hero, your duties most often fell under international affairs in leu internal dealings with citizens, so your fanbase was a little more niche.

You were fairly confident those dolls wouldn't go too far.

Least not in Japan.

The figurine itself, wasn't so lewd as it was a gag toy.

Heroes on the Can, is what they called the series.

Fatgum and Centipeder had been caught up in the scandal as well.

So at the very least, you weren't alone in your suffering.

Still, it was so fucking embarrassing...

And all those camera flashes on your way out of the restaurant gave you ptsd. There was a reason why you preferred international missions: Your mermaid quirk was one, paparazzi was the other one. You were ok with being a 'no name' hero, when it came everyday life. Unfortunately tonight, it seemed you would share in Izuku's excitement of dealing with civilians. You felt exposed, and the hundreds of bodies standing between you and Izuku's car made it feel like too far a walk.

...Especially considering that your marriage was confidential.

"Deku!"

"Deku-san!"

"Over here!"

"Give us that #1 smile!"

A horde of pleas vied for Izuku attention.

"You can't be serious..." You turned to Izuku as you faked a smile for the press. The last thing any hero needed was a bad publicity. All it took was one slightly ambiguous facial expression for the tabloids to have a field day. Public crucifixion wasn't your idea of fun.

"Sorry, hun! Just a few autographs... I'll get us out of here." Your husband gave you an apologetic look before striking a few poses to appease the crowd. Neither of you talked about when you were going public with your relationship...or if, for that matter. Being discrete had been the natural course of action, hence, Izuku shutting down the restaurant. It was an unspoken precaution amongst heroes who chose to pursue relationships. Fighting villains was ruthless business where any liability could be exploited. Until he brought it up, you decided it was best to play it down. Resigned, you smoothed out your dress, purposefully resting your ring finger behind its frills and took a step away from him.

You couldn't fault your lover for your current predicament.

Izuku was a treasure.

He was the symbol of hope and a great comfort to the masses. Tales of his heroics circulated the streets of the city, while shops stocked their shelves with merch for his admirers. His strength was unmatched, his selflessness knew no bounds; a hero if there ever was one, and you couldn't blame any of his fans for falling over themselves, trying to get a glimpse of the greatest hero of your generation.

It wasn't everyday that one could witness first-hand, the man who put an end to the League of Villains, successfully crushing All For One's protégé and the most notorious group of terrorists in modern day history. If you hadn't married the guy, you might've fan-girled him too.

"Deku, could you sign my backpack? Please!" A middle schooler held a yellow backpack over his bowed head, shaking. The sound of coos and awes, reverberated throughout the crowd. The sight of a child and their hero; classic imagery, inciting another rapid sequence of camera clicks.

"Of course!" Deku's eyes brightened as he flashed his best hero smile. He always had a soft spot for children. He knelt down to eye-level as he gingerly accepted the item from the kid's hands. "..and what's your name?"

"T-tobimaru." The kid was awe-struck but managed to brave out his name.

"It's very nice to meet you, Tobimaru-kun!" Deku sat the backpack in his lap and wrestled a hand into his pockets, searching for something. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your dream? If you could be anything in life, what would it be?"

"I-I..wanna make support gear." Tobimaru smiled shyly before unfolding notebook filled with doodles of gauntlets, armor, and helmets.

"That's amazing Tobimaru-kun!" Izuku gleamed, admiring the sketches. "I wouldn't be able to do my job as well as I can, without my support team. I bet your gear is gonna save a lot of heroes in the future!"

Tobimaru nodded his head feverishly. "Yeah!"

Izuku pulled his hand from his pockets and looked up to where you were standing by his side. A light frown worked his way into his brow as his hands came up empty.

He must have forgot his pen.

Izuki usually kept one on hand just incase he ran into one of his admirers during patrols. However, today was just supposed to be him and you, so he wasn't planning on signing any autographs. You met his gaze, sympathetically shaking your head. You didn't have anything to write with either.

"Say, Tobimaru-kun...do you happen to have a pen...hehe." Izuku rubbed his head, a little embarrassed.

"I think I should have one in my bag..." The kid searched every pocket and zipper but came up short, as well. "Aaaw man! I think I dropped it.."

The smile fell from Tobimaru's face.

Dozens of flashes were going off around you as Izuku looked at the child, sadly. The last thing you needed was for Izuku to appear in the head lines:

Deku Falls Short, in Face of Young Fan.

No Pen? When the World's Greatest Hero Wasn't Prepared!

You looked down at your purse as a particular glint, caught your eyes. Reaching into the open side compartment, you found an enamel pin. You'd almost forgotten that you bought it. It was kind of a habit of yours, to buy cute merch of your hubby; One of the perks of being married to a pro hero. It didn't take much for you to make up your mind as you snuck the cute chibi-styled enamel pin of Deku into the hand Izuku rested behind his head.

Surprised, Izuku took a peek at what you gave him.

"It's ok. I'm just happy I got to meet ya!" The child turned to leave.

"Aaah, Tobimaru-kun!"

The kid turned around to see Deku striking the same hero pose as his chibi-version look-alike.

"How about a parting gift?" Deku fastened the pin to Tobimaru's backpack. "Just remember, wherever it is you want to go in life, run toward it with all your might. Even when things seem impossible... never give up. Always remember...you can do it!"

Deku finished his farewell with his namesake's phrase and you saw Tobimaru skip away more confident than he came.

"Pro Hero Deku!"

"Deku!"

"Sir!" Then the frenzy bubbled up again as reporters screamed from the crowd, jockeying to be next in line for your husband's attention. The pavement beneath your feet was barely visible due to how packed the crowd was around you. A sea of bodies jumped up and down in excitement, pushing against you and up to Izuku, making the trek to your transport nearly impossible.

"Hello there!" Deku greeted with his signature smile. It felt like you were in one of those zombie movies and they all wanted to sink their teeth into him. The shadow of his prestige rendered you nearly invisible to the unwanted fervor.

That was ok. You were mostly relieved that he took most of the attention away from you. Fanfare was a natural part of the job, a necessary evil, to maintain the confidence of the public. You were content with waiting quietly by his side until he found a path to get the both of you to the car, without hurting any of the civilians.

Izuku subtly grabbed your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, rubbing small circles into it with his thumb as he faced the crowd.

He knew how difficult these situations were for you.

When Izuku gave you a gentle tug, you knew he'd found a pathway. Step by step, you went with it, moving meekly through the crowd. Despite people grabbing at him and tugging his clothes, his smile didn't waver. He moved like a juggernaut, delicately through the crowd; he was careful not to push, but firmly stepped forward. You made sure to keep close to him, taking advantage of the open pocket of space behind his back as people drifted to either side of his path.

Quite a few people wrestled after him still, and it was getting harder to hold on, but Izuku's grip remained tight on your hand.

"Excuse me, could you step aside for a mome-" A strange growl reverberated through your ear, as a bear-faced man, grabbed your arm. When he tugged, your quirk activated on instinct, body jolting as glyco-protein excreted from your under the scales and pores on your skin, creating a slime that made it impossible for the man to hold on to you. His hand slid right off, but unfortunately yours slipped from Izuku's as well.

"W-wait. Izuku!" and you began to panic.

"What the hell!" The bear man griped. He turned back to you, looking squeamish and wholly offended as he wiped his large paws off on the guy next to him. At seven feet, the bear-man's stature was more than enough to silence any protest from from the unfortunate bystander.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" you started.

"Using your quirk in public is illegal!"

That was true, but you really couldn't help it. Some quirks were involuntary. Your slime was a defense mechanism, just like the venomous fangs you could feel pushing from your gums.

He was aggressive.

Likewise, your body responded.

"It won't hurt you," You half-lied; as long as he didn't eat it, he'd be ok. "just wash your hands."

"Ugh, Disgusting wench. I'm turnin' you in to the authorities!" He looked pissed, his already tight suit stretching with the bulge of his muscles.

Technically, you were the authorities.

Looking him over, you spotted notepad between his claws, and a press tag with the letters HGM clipped to his jacket. Oh yea, he had tabloids written all over him. He was trying to prop himself up for a lawsuit, but his confident aggression made it clear, he had no idea that you were a hero.

"I'm sorry sir, but please keep your hands to your self next time. Unwanted touches are also assault." Your words weren't quite as commanding as you would have liked, but you said what you meant to say, and held your space even though your heart was pounding out of your chest.

There was a coolness to your skin thanks to your quirk's precautionary release of slime. It was a little icky, but your former schooling had taught you just how beneficial it was, in times where fish needed to escape a predator. It was hard to land a punch on a surface with no friction. Quirk biology was fascinating. You didn't like people touching you...let alone strangers so your powers manifested in a way that meshed with your personal desire to get out of hostile situations.

The bear-man stepped forward and you took a step back. It was better to avoid a confrontation, for his sake and Izuku's.

No more public mishaps.

You abruptly turned.

Where was Izuku?

Looking around, you saw a dozen faces and none of them were his. Your best bet was whatever direction everyone else was going in. Izuku was the queen bee; wherever people were headed, he was at the core.

With ease of your quirk, you slipped past at least three people before you felt something sharp graze your arm. Pain erupted along your skin and your head whipped back to see a the Tabloid guy's toothy snout.

A large paw reached to grab at you again. "You aren't going anywhere!"

There were far too many people around for a scuffle, and you were compacted on all sides by the crowd.

Suddenly, a firm arm hooked around your waist and pull you backwards, off your feet. Your body squeezed further into the mob. There was a chain reaction of squeals, yelps, and shocked faces as some of your quirk dripped off onto anyone unfortunate enough to brush past you. Another quarter of the crowd was a slippery mess, falling over themselves to maintain balance as some of the slime fell to the pavement.

"Found you!" Izuku's voice chimed in your ear.

You couldn't hug him fast enough. Yea, you were a little gross and your dress was ruined but,

"Oh God, what a relief!" You couldn't help yourself.

You felt rather than heard Izuku chuckle, his chest vibrated where your face had nuzzled against his blazer. You held him for a moment too long, because you felt your quirk drench his clothes, with a big damp spot where his dress shirt peeked out.

"Oh no... Izuku..I'm so sorry, I ruined your shirt!" You fumbled around in your purse to find a handkerchief, but stopped when Izuku grabbed your bare shoulders.

"Honey?" When he withdrew his hands from your skin, a thick trail of translucent fluid connected his fingers to your arm. Your face heated up, a embarrassed that you made a mess of things. Your wonderful evening had taken a sharp turn, south.

The sky was setting and you weren't anywhere near your car.

You were packed like sardines in the middle of Deku's fanbase that only seemed to grow larger as time wore on.

Looking from your ruined sundress, to the irritable crowd, and back to Izuku, your eyes started to burn. The inevitable sniff, came soon after, followed by another, and soon you were biting back tears.

You felt like crawling under a rock.

With no regard to either of your appearances, Izuku snatched you into his embrace. You melted when his scarred hand brushed your hair, while his other rubbed warmth back into the cold dampness of your skin. He nestled his chin onto your shoulder, lips snug against your ear.

"Whats wrong?! Did something happen?!" He questioned, holding you tight.

"No! Everything is-"

"Tell me." Izuku demanded, cutting off your reflexive lie. He pulled away and brought his face to yours so that the tips of your noses touched, waiting your answer.

What were you to tell him?

That you, a hero, couldn't handle an obnoxious civilian?

That being stuck in a mosh pit for the past 20 minutes, had raised your anxiety beyond measurement.

Or that with every look of disgust from someone who touched your slime quirk, you had to fight from reverting back to that scared girl, getting bullied over her fish mutation?

You bit your lip.

His horde of fans were still wailed and grabbed at him, yet he stood there -still as a rock- waiting for you to explain.

And you didn't want to.

"Arrest her! She attacked me." A sudden roar broke through the frenzy. A group of fans immediately toward your right were pealed away from their spots, by a set of large paws pushing through to reveal the disgruntled face of the last person you wanted to see again.

When the bear-man resurfaced, you may have gripped Izuku's arms a little too hard, as you both turned toward the sudden commotion.

Deku blinked. "Arrest who, exactly?"

"That fish chick! She used her quirk on me." He grew taller with each step he took toward you until he was a foot away. "Throw her in the can!"

Izuku's lips thinned into a fine line. He regarded the man with a careful expression. "That fish chick you speak of, is very dear to me."

When the bear-man's jaw dropped, yours did as well.

He went public?!

Izuku was really going publicwhile you sat there in a crowd of his fans, a hot mess covered in your slime. The few members of the crowd in earshot of the situation were whipping out their recorders.

Izuku paid them no mind, focused solely on the flabbergasted bear-man from the tabloids.

"She's not going into any can," Izuku pushed you behind him as he stepped forward. "But you can go to Tatarus if you really have a problem."

"My apologies! Forgive my rudeness, great hero Deku!" The bear-man's fur suddenly lost its luster. He bowed so low you almost thought he was going to crawl away, but as he rose again there was intrigue in his eyes. He all but forgot his previous intentions when he caught a glimpse of the ring on your left hand. You saw him connecting the dots in real-time. "I was simply hoping to getting a word from our top hero."

Deku nostrils flared as if smelling something distasteful, before recovering to his crowd-friendly grin.

"But of course." He replied curtly.

"If I may ask," The bear-man held out a microphone with the insignia for Hero Gossip magazine, his prying stare alternating between you and Izuku. " What brought you to this fine restaurant? a special occasion? And with a dear friend no less? Is she your secretary?"

The crowd became eerily quiet while the press perked up at his obvious insinuations. It was only a matter of time before,

"Aren't you still dating Uravity?"

"Does Uravity know about your new lady friend?!"

"Did you two have a fight?"

"How could you break Uravity's heart like this?!" Another wailed. You could see tears streaming down the flustered face of a geeked out teenage girl who was waving a flag with a picture of Deku and his ex on it..

"If Deku and Uravity can't make it work," A pinched-faced woman with glasses held a microphone to Izuku's trembling lips as her cameraman pushed through behind her. "How can love be real?! What hope is there for your young fans?"

You rolled your eyes.

There was a blinding light attached the the camera her coworker held.

"I-I, ummm.."

You squinted up at Izuku's flustered face as he fumbled for words.

Omg.

This could not be happening.

Out of all the times for his shyness to kick in..

Your anxiety began to grow until Izuku cleared his throat and started again.

"Everyone! I'd like to clear something up. Uraraka and I will be friends for life, but we haven't been together for three years. I've moved on and she's killing it as a rescue specialist. Have you seen footage from her Tokyo high rise mission! She's amazing! "Izuku geeked out for a moment.

The paparazzi ate it up, in another series of flashes in your direction. The eagerness with which they snapped your photo was borderline aggressive.

Like they were taking your mugshot.

Why couldn't they just respect your personal space? Or even have the courtesy to allow you and your spouse to just exist for one evening; to have one night in which you could belong to each other, instead of everyone else.

Your relationship was none of their business.

People crowded around, like you were some sort of rare creature, and not just a person who did what you could to help others. A person who deserved agency over their own life without having to justify your every move.

Deku continued with his statement. "..but Uravity isn't the one I'm spending my life with, it's (Y/N). I'm in love with her."

"Who?" Someone screamed.

"(Y/N). She's right here!" Izuku grabbed your hand, displaying your wedding bands for the cameras. He put his arm around your shoulders for extra measure and kissed your cheek in a performative display of PDA. "She's also a brilliant hero, by the way! You should check out her fan page."

"Izuku!" You squealed.

There was an outcry of collective shock amongst the crowd.

"Did she corrupt you?"

"No." Izuku chirped.

"But Uraraka?!"

Again, with the Uravity stans.

"Next question!"

An anchorman you recognized from Japan's public broadcasting station was next to inquire. "I have a question for the lady! What's your hero name?"

"My hero name," A shiver ran down your spine and you could feel your heart beat start to pick up. At first, everyone was running after Deku, now suddenly you were the hot commodity and it was overwhelming. "..is Nix."

"What's your quirk? Are you a slime-girl, I seem to have been caught in your.." To your horror, the news reporter held up his hand to his camera guy, presenting his sticky fingers for a close up. He then inched closer to you, trying to get a good Angle to report on what would be breaking news all across the globe : Deku, Japan's #1 bachelor had tied the knot.

Now you were the center of attention.

Oxygen felt like it was being sucked out of you.

Faces in the crowd were starting to blur into an amorphous nightmare.

There was no place to turn where you could escape their gazes, one of the few things you hated about being a semi-public figure, and now you had married their guy, it was a thousand times worse. You felt heavy and light at he same time, but it wasn't until Izuku squeezed your hand that you realized you were shaking. The hundreds of cameras caused words to die on your lips.

There was an uncomfortable moment of silence from you, before Deku caught on to the telltale signs of an oncoming panic attack.

"No, she's not a slime girl. She's a mermaid. Look at her cute fins!" Izuku's hand cupped your face, turning you into his chest. Your sundress was cut short enough for your back to be exposed, putting your protruding fins on full display. It didn't bother you, you'd gained enough confidence in your appearance over the years to dress the way you liked. Leaving them out was most comfortable. It was the searing flares of paparazzi cameras that bothered you. You rested your weight against your lover, allowing the rise and fall of his chest to calm your own breathes.

"Sorry about this. I'll get us out of here." He caged you in with his arms, grounding you, in hopes of quelling your potential meltdown. Your quirk was certainly doing its job, coming off of you by the gallon drenching you and Izuku. You wish you could make it stop, but you were at your limit. Once again the crowd began slipping and sliding on top of each other across the pavement.

Amidst the chaos, Deku saw the jerk from the hero tabloids speaking into his recorder with a grin on his snout as if he'd struck the jackpot. As he turned to leave, one of the fallen crowd members grabbed onto him in a desperate attempt not to succumb to gravity, knocking them both off of their feet, and causing the bear-man's note pad to fall into the slime while the recorder landed at Izuku's feet.

Izuku may or may not have crushed the device on accident.

There was a lot going on.

So, who's to tell?

"A word to the wicked: Don't harass women, only villains do that." Izuku grinned to no one, in particular. "Now, If you'll excuse me, I need to tend to my wife."

He swept you off your feet, bridal-style and when you felt goosebumps raise along your skin, you knew what to expect. By that time, the evening had grown dark, so the flash of electricity along his calfs were a bit of a shock to the onlookers. After a sharp change of gravity and you were ascending into the skies.

"Deku, one more question!"

"Deku?!"

"...Deku..."

It was amazing how minuscule the chaos became, the higher you climbed. The once intimidating crowd became no more than a colony of ants beneath you, their voices lost to the wind. You couldn't help but notice how quickly the arc of his jump took you farther and farther from civilization. The city's traffic was beginning to look like one of those hand-crafted displays you'd see in museum. Lights flickered along a grid system of civilians tucked in to their own little worlds as life continued on beneath you in colorful speckles.

The change was a bit unsettling.

Deku had soared a huge distance in the matter of seconds.

Your ears popped, unaccustomed to the change in air pressure as his power jump continued well beyond the lowest tier of clouds. Counting the freckles of Izuku's face helped quiet your fears. Still, you'd have to find comfort in this dependence, certainly when his arms were the only safeguards from you falling to your death. Your grip tightened on Izuku's shirt.

"What's wrong? Cold?" He was concerned.

You shook your head, ignoring the shivers threatening to rack your body. The force of his jump had knocked most of the wetness from your clothes, but he wind pressure was something you'd never get used to. There was a reason why you were a fish, and not a duck. It felt like a bird had plucked you from a pond.

You were completely out of your element, with only Izuku to latch onto.

"...So, I guess we're out now.." You did your best to hide the clacking of your teeth as you spoke.

Whether he bought your act or not he pulled you closer, insulating you with the all the warmth his body had to offer, lips close to your ear, to make sure you heard him. "It was only a matter time."

Pulling back, he strained a grin before looking ahead to where a passenger jet was flying adjacent to your trajectory. Most of its window shades were closed except one, where a little girl in braids sat, her cute pig nose smashed against the window, curious. Izuku winked, but she stuck her tongue out in response. You returned the favor with a laugh, wanting for a moment to forget the stress left behind on earth.

You wished life could always be this light-hearted.

Thinking back, it wasn't a surprise that none of the civilians knew of you.

You'd done a damn good job of keeping your life away from the court of public opinion..

...until today. Now the whole of Japan, and probably the world would know about your relationship. As difficult as it was to admit, you'd need to step your game up, going forward.

..if you wanted your love to last.

There was a reason why most heroes died childless and alone. Villains were spiteful. Family, friends...even pets were potential liabilities, strings that could tie your hands and prevent you from accomplishing your mission. Limited relationships were a prevailing mode of thought, amongst the industry. There was an entire hero manual dedicated to tying up loose ends and preventing blackmail.

Relationships were best left unannounced.

You knew of what happened to All Might's mentor, Nana.

Izuku would never bear the pain she had to..

Not because of you.

As a hero, you weren't anything special. You had merch, sure, but you thought it was a lucky day when you saw a postcard with fanart of you in a novelty shop.

Izuku had found a small fan club dedicated to you, in the deep pits of reddit, but other than that, you were fairly low-key. You kind of liked it like that. You tried best not to draw any more attention to yourself than the situation warranted. And while you could hold your own on the battlefield, Izuku's bodycount was on another plain of existence.

He handled the worst of the worst, some of those villains were on mythological power scales. If one of his adversaries came after you, you weren't sure how well you could handle it at your current level. It was a dark train of thought to imagine being the cause for your lover's undoing.

You were dead-set on carrying your own weight. No matter what that required..

A few moments had passed since Izuku last spoke. He seemed to be avoiding your gaze. It would take time to process just how different your lives would be, going forward. He'd ruffled quite a few feathers amongst the villain syndicates; No hero touched the billboards without a bodycount to stand upon. Without a doubt, his name was on a few hit-lists and you were now extension of that.

All was quiet aside from the wind rustling your ears, though as you studied his face you noticed the slight movement of his lips. Ever the sly one, you shifted your torso higher in his embrace. You were only slightly surprised when your ears picked up on a few words from an ensuing flurry of mumbles. Izuku only did that when he obsessed over something.

Most times it was easier to leave him to his own devices...

"I'll should train her more often."

Fair enough and expected.

"...I'm getting us a guard dog...with a quirk."

You were more of a cat person.

"Maybe I can get Hatsume-san to make some renovations to our security system."

Legit.

"yea... definitely gonna speak to that restaurant owner again too .."

A little worrisome, but you were pissed too. He at least owed you a refund for blabbing about your date.

"...consult with principal Nezu-sensei.. he'll remember me.."

At that point you knew you should probably intervene. That rat was chaotic trouble.

You could see a vein appear at his temple, a clear sign that he was upset.

"Izuku." You spoke up.

"..that greedy gremlin..I'm telling Ka-chan about him too.."

"Izuku!"

"Yes?!" He startled out of his ramblings.

Your fingers grazed along the softness of his cheek. You weren't sure what Izuku was feeling about earlier. The whole fiasco was a shit show. His image was already so immaculate in the eyes of the public. You couldn't help feeling like you may have sullied him. You wished you had better control over some aspects of your quirk, but the slime was an involuntary mechanism. Was he embarrassed?

A deep sea of blue took over the sky as the moon reflected a floor of puffy clouds. It was a painting of the darkest heaven, that Izuku had stolen you away to. And even in his formal attire, he looked every bit like the celestial being everyone believed him to be, with his moonlit viridian eyes; so dazzling, you couldn't help the curve to your lips.

"I'm happy... are you?" Your voice was hesitant. Eyes, searching.

"More than I ever imagined," Izuku matched your gaze. "More than words can express, I'm overjoyed of this life I have with you, however long that maybe."

Darkness teased the edges of his confession, yet there was no need to address it. A few years in the field had halted any superfluous claims on an eternity together. You both knew the realities of hero life.

Flames like yours burned bright...not long.

It was ok to just exist together in that moment..in each other's arms.

"..By the way. What about the car? You left it on Higurashi st."

Deku gave a sheepish grin, "Don't need it. We're heading somewhere special."

"Oh? And I thought were were just chilling with the angels.."

"I actually had a place in mind." He kissed the corner of your mouth. "A bit longer, my love. We're close."

A loud beeping sound from Izuku's watch -curtesy of your agency's support department- signaled that you reached the peak of Deku's jump and were in landing distance of his target.

The tip of a mountain peaked through the clouds, and holding onto Deku for dear life, you tried not to squeal as your stomach flew straight into your throat from sudden shift in gravity.

You never liked Deku's landings.