This.
Was not her bed.
The steps between sleep and wide awake vanished in less than a second. Fuyumi shot up in the bed that wasn't hers. It was far too large, and it was off the floor. Like most of her family, she was used to sleeping on a more traditional Japanese bed, and honestly, she had been missing out. While the bed wasn't massive, it was still on the large side, with a multitude of blankets that served to create a perfect pocket of warmth that even she could enjoy.
The room was smaller than the one she had back home as well, and was far more modern in design with a set of large tinted windows that looked over the city. A computer desk was sitting in one corner, and there was a lot of All Might merch on the wall behind it. Hanging on the wall were several suits—all green, with some variations between each one—and a box of gear just sitting there in the same way she would hold onto a box of books.
This wasn't her room.
This wasn't her house.
This was Izuku's bed, inside Izuku's room, inside Izuku's apartment.
And all of that was relevant because Izuku was her husband.
After they had kissed—after they had kissed a lot—there was a silence between them as they regarded what had just happened. Neither of them had any doubt. There was no question. It was simply what was. She had grabbed Izuku's hand and they had walked towards the nearest civil building. Somehow, they found one that was opened well after everywhere else had closed, and had signed the certificate on the spot.
In less than 48 hours, she had gone from Fuyumi Todoroki to Fuyumi Midoriya.
Fuyumi stared at the bed for a moment. She was both grateful and, if she was honest, a bit disappointed that Izuku wasn't lying in the bed beside her.
But, maybe that was for the best.
And how on earth did she end up here?
With a huff, she flopped back down into the bed and buried her face into the pillow and let out a long, silent scream. What happened?
After they had the brilliant idea of getting married that night, they had gone to Izuku's apartment, a bottle of wine was shared between them, and they had talked. A lot.
She had always been so used to not talking to people, to being the silent one in the group. She had never expected that simply talking to someone could be so fun. And it was more than just talking. It was also the touching; the gentle way Izuku had stroked her cheek whenever he wanted to start kissing her was etched into her muscle memory, and she couldn't help but smile as she remembered every single kiss that they had done last night.
She remembered the talking.
She remembered the kissing.
She remembered texting Natsuo way too late that she wouldn't be coming home.
She remembered yawning.
But she didn't remember going to bed.
Had Izuku carried her here?
That sounded like him.
He was sweet enough that she had no doubt that he'd give her his bed without a fuss.
Fuyumi's grip tightened on the sheets of Izuku's bed as she took in a deep breath. She couldn't avoid what had happened by simply staying in bed all day. Especially not in this bed. She needed to get up and face the consequences of what she had done last night.
Her glasses rested on the nightstand next to her phone, which was carefully plugged into Izuku's charger.
She placed her bare foot on the ground and was relieved to see that she was mostly dressed. She was shoeless and coatless, but she remembered taking those off at some point during the night.
With a few soft steps, she exited Izuku's room and went out into the larger area of his apartment. It was nice, with a larger view of the city and a pleasant bathroom that had a shower and a small bath. It wasn't as big as anything at her home, but it had the sleek modern appeal that the traditional Japanese style lacked. She saw Izuku's bare feet hanging off the side of his rather comfortable couch.
Carefully, she approached from behind, uncertain if she was going to wake him or not. She peered over the edge and found that all of her worries about what had happened last night had simply vanished. Izuku was asleep, his mouth agape, the large blanket he had on pulled up to his chest where a large, scar-covered hand rested. As with most heroes Fuyumi had met (at least the dedicated ones) Izuku was fit. After a moment of contemplation where she bit her lip as she watched him breathe, Fuyumi decided that she was a fan of that aesthetic.
A long, soft sigh escaped her as she just watched him. This. This handsome, currently shirtless man was her husband.
Three days ago they didn't even know the other existed.
"I guess we're well past being concerned about going too fast." This honestly felt like something that belonged in an American sitcom. She didn't even know that she could be legally married after 5pm on a weekday.
Would they even have an actual wedding?
She'd like one.
A small one.
Just family and a few close friends.
And then a honeymoon. Somewhere far away. Maybe someplace tropical, with a good beach. She'd have to diet and work out before she let Izuku see her in a swimsuit though. Maybe someplace historic? France was romantic, Rome would be nice too. The whole Mediterranean could be their honeymoon. She always wanted to visit Greece.
"Plans for the summer." She shrugged. Plans for after she graduated, but before she started work as a teacher.
She glanced at her left hand. She never wore a ring before. She'd like one. It'd be a nice symbol.
A gasp came from Izuku and he stared at her with wide green eyes before he slapped his forehead and let out a chuckle. "I totally just remembered we got married last night." He laughed and smiled and then flopped his hand away, looking at her with one eyebrow raised. "We did get married, right?"
Fuyumi hummed and glanced over at the kitchen table. "Our marriage certificate may or may not have a wine stain on it, but yes, we're married."
"That's going to take some getting used to." Izuku smiled at her with not an ounce of regret in his voice. "Though I think if I get to see your face every morning I'll get used to it real quick."
"Mind if I join you?" Fuyumi gestured towards his body on the couch. It wasn't quite big enough for two people to lay side by side, but she probably wouldn't have any problems laying on top of Izuku. Not a single problem at all.
"Huh?" Izuku's face turned red. It was nice to know that it was as easy for him to blush as it was her. "Oh." He flipped the blanket over, revealing his stomach, and the waistband of his pajamas drew a dangerous line between naughty and nice. That image was going to be cemented as the cornerstone of her sexual desires for the foreseeable future. "Sure."
It took surprisingly little for her to roll over the top of the couch and slide on top of Izuku. His arm wrapped around her waist, her hands touched his chest, and it took but a few breathless moments before they had their first kiss for the day. Her toes curled, her heart pounded, and her lips tingled with the same kind of buzzing that she felt the first time they kissed.
Her hands moved up, cupping his cheeks and moving up into his tangled messy bed head. She was right. Running her fingers through his hair was amazing. There was a heat growing between them, one that this kiss couldn't satisfy. She pushed away, stopping it before this kiss went somewhere where she wasn't quite ready to tread yet.
A kiss was why they got married after all.
She stared at him and he smiled at her, his hands on her hips.
Embarrassment slammed into her and she felt her cheeks burn as she buried her head into his chest and pulled the blanket up around her.
She felt Izuku's laugh through her entire body.
"Am I allowed to say I have an adorable wife now?" he asked, hands moving back up to a more respectable position, one even going to her head where he patted her gently.
"I guess." She let out a long sigh and then glanced back up at him, the blanket falling down off her shoulder. She hadn't showered last night, so she was probably sweaty and stuff. "But, umm, so, did you carry me to the bed last night?"
"Yeah, you passed out, and your phone died, so, I just kind of thought that was the best place for you." Izuku said, absently playing with some of her hair. Was he trying to give her an ahoge? "Should I have tried to call someone instead?"
"No, I already told them I was staying over. I'm just, umm." She bit her lip and sighed. She took her eyes away from his and stared at the T.V. remote for a moment. "I kind of like this. And umm. I." She glanced up at him and saw his blush. It made her blush bloom even more. He knew what she was saying and he was still making her say it? Jerk! She buried her head into his chest and kicked her leg once. "I think we should try to share it!"
"Are you sure? I mean, I know we're married after all and we umm. I mean. I. Uhh. Yeah."
She grabbed her courage and pushed it to the front of her mind. "I'm sure! We're married right? That's what married people do. They. Share a bed. At least." That wasn't what her parents did. They never did that. Even when mom was living at home. "At least, that's what I think they should do."
"Okay." Izuku's voice was soft, and she felt him move, pulling her up slightly so that he could kiss her on the top of her head. "Tonight, we can try to share the bed."
She could only bite her lip and nod at that.
"But, before that, what are the plans for today?" Izuku asked.
"Well," Fuyumi pushed herself up and glanced at him for a moment, "I think that I need to get some things from home. Clothes mostly. A few textbooks. And a few other things."
"Do you want me to go with you?"
She bit her lip and nodded. "I'd like that. I think it'd be good for you to meet my brothers. And you can carry more stuff than I can. So, is that okay?"
"Sure, I mean, I guess they're family now, and I've always wanted to have a little brother or something." Izuku shrugged. "But, we should probably meet my mom sooner rather than later, I'm sure she'll freak out when she finds out I got married without even telling her I got a girlfriend." He blinked. "But I'm sure she'll love you."
"Oh, I'm sure she will, my ability to impress parents is one of the few things I have confidence in." She pushed her glasses up and smiled at him. "But, what about your hero stuff? Don't you have to go on patrol?"
"I can take a day or two off while we adjust. And I have no active cases either."
"Alright."
Then tomorrow, she could take him to meet her mother. But, for now, it was time for the men of her life to get acquainted.
XXXX
"Deku."
He thought the name Todoroki sounded familiar, but Fuyumi had been just about the only thing he could think of, so he simply couldn't make the connection.
Izuku glanced towards Fuyumi, his now wife, and saw that she was flapping her arms in an adorable way. She probably also spaced on this little, but oh so very important detail.
"Endeavour, it's uhh, good to see you outside of work." Izuku laughed and scratched the back of his head. "Though, I think I'm supposed to call you something different now."
Endeavour raised a very much on fire eyebrow at him. "Why are you here?" Endeavour looked towards Fuyumi. "Why is he here?"
"Umm, dad, this is Izuku. He's umm, as of last night, he's kind of my, uhh, well he's uhh."
"Your boyfriend?" Endeavour huffed.
"Not exactly," Fuyumi winced. "He's umm, actually he's my husband. And umm. I'm going to be moving in with him. So uhh, I guess Natsuo needs to learn to cook?"
The fire on Endeavour's face vanished and his mouth was left agape. It was so rare to see Endeavour stunned like this.
Izuku just had to strike the hammer home. He extended his hand towards Endeavour and put on his best, most cheerful smile. "Nice to meet you dad."
"Oh shit!" Izuku heard from inside the doorway. "Fuyumi, are you seriously dating Deku? And here I thought you didn't hate dad!"
Oh, apparently there was some family drama he was now a part of.
Izuku leaned over and whispered in Fuyumi's ear. "Why didn't you tell me your dad was Endeavour?"
She leaned up and whispered back. "Some things seem less important when you're around, just uhh, bear with it. He's uhh. I'm not going to say he's not that bad, but I think I can deal with him."
AN: Bad things happen when you sequence break parental approval.
