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With Endeavor believing Todoroki and Izuku had broken up, along with their classmates hating the hero child and Aizawa keeping distrustful watch over the boy, they had no alone time. It was worse considering they sat in the same classroom and changed in the same locker rooms, because they were right beside each other, but were unable to reach out and touch.
It made Izuku feel something Nemuri had called ‘sexual tension’, which Izuku did not like. She had been teaching him... more than just the basics of reproduction, informing him that what he had been feeling with his boyfriend was arousal and pleasure, which was completely normal for ‘horny teenagers’. She had also gone and taught him all of the crude terms for sex, and he was baffled that there were so many, all varying levels of ‘dirtiness’.
He had learnt a lot that day. He felt like the first time Nemuri had told him about these things, overwhelmed and weirded out, but also curious. How much ‘pleasure’ could Todoroki give him, if he did... some of the things Nemuri told him about? Was it wrong that he wanted to find out?
Nemuri said he should ‘tease’ Todoroki, which apparently meant he would arouse the boy and then not do anything about it. Which... actually sounded really mean to Izuku, but Nemuri had shrugged, saying it happened to Todoroki on a daily basis, only now Izuku would be aware of it.
The day before Endeavor’s trial, something that wasn’t going public until after, they had come out with their hero names in class, something Izuku had found amusing. Ashido’s name, for example, Alien Queen, would’ve fit perfectly if Nemuri hadn’t found the referenced movie terrifying. She had had to watch that movie through her fingers, over Iida’s shoulder, and surrounded by an army of pillows. She still screamed Aizawa deaf, and freaked out if anyone mentioned it.
Izuku had gone with, ‘The Incandescent Hero: Phoenix’. Incandescent because his fire glowed when it rose to his skin, and Phoenix because those animals always got back up, always kept burning bright no matter what killed them.
Which was something he had come up courtesy of his mother, but his classmates had somehow linked that with his fake breakup with Todoroki, and Izuku had buried his head into his arms as they came up with things that sounded like conspiracy theories. He had been shaking as he muffled his laughter, which he later overheard Kirishima saying something about him looking ‘broken and sad’.
Oh, how pissed would they be when they found out the truth? Izuku knew he would soon find out, but hopefully when Endeavor’s trial was aired, a day after, his classmates would understand.
Nezu had done an amazing job in collecting evidence for the many charges Endeavor would have against him, and they were so detailed, no one would be able to find a loophole in them. They had even asked a student from another school to look at them, for Tsukauchi’s peace of mind, her quirk being something with her mind, and she couldn’t find any way to squeeze through them, and that was after she daintily sipped three gallons of tea like she wasn’t worrying everyone about her digestive system.
During the trial, Nezu had metaphorically slapped Endeavor in the face with all of his charges, laying them all on the table and calmly tilting his head like they were having a simple tea party. All of Endeavor’s property damage, the innocent deaths on his hands, his abuse to his wife and children, which looked worse since he was missing a child and his wife was admitted into a mental hospital— by him. Every little thing that had been overshadowed by man’s the hero title— that the jury just stripped him of.
Todoroki Enji was found guilty of Domestic Abuse when Todoroki Rei testified against him, with Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa acting as her literal Lie Detector. He was also found guilty of Child Abuse when Todoroki Fuyumi, Natsuo and Shouto testified, also with Tsukauchi. Another boy also testified, but his situation was complicated, so they wouldn’t mention him. (Even though Tsukauchi and everyone else wondered why he was so close to the number three hero)
Izuku and Todoroki had given their parts in Endeavor threatening to kill Izuku, along with the man saying all he had to do in order to get away was spill who Izuku’s dad was. Spilling exactly who Izuku’s parent was made a lot of people hesitate, Endeavor springing up to defend his case, but that was the one time Izuku’s ugly, ugly Web came in handy. It made him look like a victim.
It wasn’t the nasty eggplant color anymore, but it was still a noticeable plum color. He preferred the darker purple, because now his black spiderwebbing veins were more noticeable.
Endeavor had almost gotten away with ten years jail time, but it was brought to light that Endeavor’s lawyer had a quirk called Persuasion, which was exactly what it sounded like, and he had gotten into more trouble.
The payment for everything Endeavor had done cost him his hero status, his right to his children and money, his right to anything that was registered under his name, and he was thrown in jail for forty five years, meaning when he got out, he would be a grandfather unable to see his grandkids.
Todoroki was pulled away by his siblings before he could say anything to Izuku after the trial, so Izuku was left with his pockets practically burning, his anxiety and dread welling up.
Aizawa had ruffled his hair the next morning, plopping down on the couch beside the fidgety boy, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He said automatically, clenching his hand over his pocket.
Aizawa raised an eyebrow, turning to look at the tense boy. “Izuku.”
The boy exhaled, reaching haltingly into his pocket, and he pulled something out, but he didn’t let Aizawa see it. “You... can’t get mad.”
Aizawa frowned, worried about what his son had in his pocket, but he nodded slowly. “I won’t get mad.”
Izuku exhaled, uncurling his fingers as he showed Aizawa what was making him so nervous.
Oh .
“Izuku—“
“You said you wouldn’t get mad.” Izuku curled his fingers around them, but Aizawa gently grabbed his wrist, tilting it so he could get a better look.
“Izuku,” Aizawa whispered, a fatherly protectiveness washing over him. “Those are engagement rings.”
Izuku nodded, looking down at the two, clear rings sitting in his palm. “I made them. It’s.... you can put your quirk in them, and— I don’t know, I just—“
The boy trailed off, getting visibly agitated, and Aizawa ruffled his hair, the boy’s tension slipping from his shoulders. “I think that’s a great idea.”
Izuku turned to him, blinking. “Really?”
Aizawa hummed, leaning back against the couch as he grabbed the remote, feeling a little awkward. He was comforting his fifteen year old son about the engagement rings he made, sue him. “That way you’ll always be reminded of each other.”
Izuku brightened, a beam in his face. “That’s what I thought! So, you think he’ll like them?”
Aizawa chuckled. “You could give that boy a sack of dog shit and he’d still thank you. He loves you, Izuku, it’s obvious to anyone.” He clicked on a random cooking channel, looking over at his teary-eye’d son. He leaned over and hugged him, squeezing the boy gently before shoving him towards the door.
“Go, give that boy a ring, Izuku.”
Izuku’s tears spilled, and he wiped them with a grin. “Thanks dad!”
He turned and dashed out of the house, the door slamming shut behind him, and Aizawa leaned back, sighing at the empty house.
They really do grow fast. My son’s already engaged.
Izuku probably could’ve used his quirk to get himself to Todoroki’s house, but he was so excited, so pumped, that he just ended up running the entire way there, leaving him panting and sweating heavily, but not keeled over dead. Thank god that he had been training his body, because all he did was call his fire to his skin, and everything dried, leaving him with the smell of a warm camp fire.
Ah, the quirks of having an overpowered fire quirk.
He knocked on the door, his anxiety crashing back into his chest when Todoroki’s sister opened the door.
“Oh! Izuku!” She said, hugging him excitedly and pulling him into the house. “Thank you so much for helping us, we are forever indebted!”
He waved her off, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “Actually, Fuyumi-san, I do have a favor to ask.”
She tilted her head. “Shouto’s in his room.”
He cleared his throat, reaching into his pocket to pull the rings out, and her eyes blew wide open.
“I— uh, I made them, do you think—“
He was crushed into a hug, and he stammered out apologizes as Fuyumi cried into his shoulder. She pulled away, wiping her tears as she smiled.
“S-Sorry, I’m just so happy!” She giggled, before placing her hands on Izuku’s shoulders. “You make him so happy, thank you so much.”
She pushed him further into the house, flashing him a thumbs up as he stood outside Todoroki’s door. He took a deep breath, putting the rings back into his pocket as he knocked on the door.
“It’s open.” Todoroki called, and Izuku opened the door, the sight of his boyfriend sitting at his desk doubling his anxiety. “Hey, Fuyumi, what do you—“
Todoroki turned around, faltering at the sight of a nervous Izuku, his cheeks glowing a slight green. “Izuku!”
He was crushed into another hug, and he laughed, hugging the taller boy back as Todoroki buried his face into Izuku’s neck, pressing a kiss into the juncture.
“Izuku, I missed you,” Todoroki whispered, inhaling the scent of his tiny boyfriend, and he grinned, pressing more kisses up and down the giggling boy’s neck. Izuku felt his anxiety wash away, and he pulled away, looking into mismatched eyes.
“Shouto, marry me.”
Todoroki grinned, before he smashed his lips into Izuku’s, the small boy making a squeaking sound as Todoroki hoisted him up, turning and dropping the small boy onto the bed, where he crawled over the glowing boy, reconnecting their lips. Izuku curled his arms around the boy’s neck, his cheeks glowing brighter as Todoroki licked his way into his mouth, body pressing closer and closer until there was no space between them.
Todoroki pulled away slightly, eyes lidded as he whispered how much he would love to marry Izuku, before he followed the trail of saliva right back to Izuku’s mouth, the glowing boy groaning at the beautiful, burning coolness of his boyfriend’s tongue.
Izuku gasped into Todoroki’s mouth as the boy ground his hips down gently, and the teen pulled away, hissing lightly.
“You drive me insane,” Todoroki whispered, and Izuku groaned when Todoroki pressed his hips back down. “Why can’t you just let me love you? Why do we have to be underage? Why can’t I just...”
Todoroki pressed a kiss against Izuku’s neck, his head thrown back as Todoroki’s hips slowly moved against his, the slight movement sending arousal washing through Izuku’s body, and he was drowning in it. He wanted Todoroki to continue, to show Izuku exactly how much of this Todoroki could give him, but he knew Todoroki wouldn’t until they were married, and he too wished they were older.
Todoroki groaned, dropping his head into Izuku’s shoulder as the smaller boy shifted his hips up, moving with him, and the sweet friction made Izuku gasp.
“Love, my love, stop it. You know why we can’t.” Todoroki whispered, pressing Izuku’s shoulders into the bed like it would stop his hips from moving.
Izuku whined, and he felt Todoroki freeze at the sound. Izuku curled his fingers into Todoroki’s shoulders as he ground his hips again, making Todoroki hiss. Nemuri said teasing a male usually drove them crazy, made them loose control, but Izuku knew Todoroki had amazing self control, otherwise he would’ve already felt exactly how much the other teen loved him.
Izuku stuck his bottom lip out in a pout as Todoroki pulled completely away, his breathing heavy as he began freezing, ice forming against the left side of his body in what Izuku know knew was to keep his arousal down, both literally and figuratively. Izuku grinned as Todoroki sat up, shifting his basketball shorts uncomfortably, before incredulously shaking his head and leaning his back against the wall.
“You knew what you were doing, didn’t you?”
Izuku hummed, his glow fading as he too sat up, licking his lips playfully as he failed in shoving down the mischievous streak that Nemuri had basically given him. “Maybe. Life’s hard when you’re taught by Nemi.”
Todoroki hissed, “Damn that heroine.”
“Why?” Izuku cooed, crawling over to his stunned boyfriend as he settled into the boy’s lap, straddling his hips, and he tilted his head. “Nemi taught me all of this, this and much, much more. I’m not ignorant anymore, I know what I do to you, and I love it .”
He curled his arms around the shaking boy’s neck, feeling his body begin to cool rapidly, and he grinned, bringing his fire to his skin to keep the boy warm. “What’s wrong, Shouto?”
The boy hissed, his skin cold to the touch, but Izuku pressed their chests together, feeling smug as he brought his fire closer to the surface, heating up Todoroki’s body. “Izuku—“
Izuku wiggled gently, tilting his head as Todoroki groaned, and— oh, that’s a new feeling.
Izuku leaned close to Todoroki’s flushed face, shifting his hips and making the boy moan. He sighed softly, pulling his fire back into his chest as Todoroki’s ice acted quickly, the pressure against Izuku’s thigh rapidly fading as Todoroki blinked, Izuku pressing their foreheads together.
“Shouto, my Shouto, my one and only, I love you, so, so much. I want to spend all of my life with you, want to wake up next to you, see your smile and feel your love. I want to make you happy, make you feel like you’re flying. I want to love you through your bad days and enjoy you on your good days, want to feel you with me even when you’re not, want to know that you’ll never leave me.” He pulled the rings out of his pocket, and Todoroki inhaled at the sight of them, his eyes looking suspiciously wet. Izuku curled his fire in his fingers, his ribbon glowing happily, and he wrapped them around one of the bands until they sunk in, green flames swirling and spinning around a thin blue ribbon.
“My love, I asked you this before, but, will you stand by my side and help me be strong? Will you bring me higher than the clouds and be there to catch me if I fall?” He inhaled shakily, staring at the tears on Todoroki’s face. “I promise these things to you, Todoroki Shouto, if you will make me the happiest person alive, and marry me?”
Todoroki sobbed, nodding as he lurched forwards, pressing a wet kiss to Izuku’s lips as he laughed, pulling away to kiss Izuku’s tears away. “I thought I wore the pants in this relationship?”
Izuku laughed wetly, grabbing Todoroki’s left hand to slide the green and blue ring onto his ring finger. “I’ll always be in charge.”
Todoroki shakily lifted his hand, staring at the way the glowing ring sat on his finger, a constant reminder of the boy he was promised—engaged to . “Izuku, I love you so, so much.”
Izuku laughed, pulling the other ring out, still empty and clear, and he held it out to the shaking boy. “This one’s... mine.”
Todoroki sniffed, inhaling slowly as his fire danced out of his arm, his brow furrowing as he focused it on his hand, and it took longer than Izuku’s had, simply because Todoroki was still kind of unused to using his fire so freely, but soon enough, white and red was inside the ring, red dancing over the white that seemed unmovable.
“Aizawa Izuku,” Todoroki grabbed his hand, looking up into the green eyes he loved so, so much. “You kinda beat me to the punch, but that’s okay.”
Izuku laughed, already tearing up, because even though they had already said they were getting married, there was something so much more intimate about exchanging rings and promises to each other, something that assured Izuku that he was doing the right thing.
“You saved me, supported me and made me happy when I felt like that was something out of my reach. I fell for you hard, and I am so lucky you returned my feelings. Everything about you is something to be cherished, to be loved and flaunted, because Izuku, you’re so fucking perfect, in every goddamned way, and I love every part of you.” Todoroki put the ring onto his finger, glowing the same colors as his hair, and Izuku pressed their foreheads together.
“I promise to bring you higher than the clouds, to keep you soaring above the world and keep you smiling. I promise to make you happy, to make you feel in ways you’ve never felt before, and I just— I fucking love you, and I’m so happy these rings will tell the world you’re mine.”
Izuku laughed, tears streaming down his face, and Todoroki gently kissed them all away, chuckling as they just kept falling.
“Izuku, love, you’re so beautiful, even when you’re crying.”
Izuku shoved his face away, his fire practically exploding, and Todoroki laughed as green illuminated the entire room, as if the sun was shining but had somehow turned green. “Shut up.”
“Izuku~” Todoroki cooed, squeezing his thigh, and the boy squeaked. “You can’t keep me away.”
“Shouto, if we play that game, you know I’ll win.”
Todoroki sighed, flopping onto the bed. “Curses.”
Izuku laughed, laying down beside him to stare into his eyes, smiling softly as Todoroki brought his left hand up, pressing a kiss against the ring he put there. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Izuku whispered, and Todoroki pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, inhaling and closing his eyes.
“Our classmates are going to kill us.”
Izuku choked, sitting up suddenly, and Todoroki blinked in confusion. “Iida!”
Todoroki furrowed his brow, “What about Iida?”
Izuku’s ribbons sprang to life, yanking Todoroki out of the bed as Izuku dashed to the door. “Tensei was attacked by The Hero Killer in Hosu, correct?”
Todoroki stumbled, shoving his shoes onto his feet as he tried keeping up with Izuku’s pace. “Yeah, it was on the news.”
“Iida chose Hosu as his internship city, and you know Stain doesn’t—“
“He doesn’t leave until he’s taken down a few heroes. Shit.” Todoroki snatched Izuku’s wrist, and they began running, Todoroki tiring before Izuku, but they both pushed passed it, gasping for breath as they slammed into the hospital that held Ingenium.
“Can I help you?” The startled receptionist asked, people giving them nasty looks as they cut the entire line.
“This is really urgent,” Izuku panted, Todoroki doubled over as he tried to regain his breath. “Which room is Tensei in?”
The woman blinked, looking confused.
“Ingenuim,” Todoroki gasped, putting his hands on his head as he stood straight. “Turbo Hero, Ingenuim.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She said, not looking that apologetic as the people began telling them to get in line. “We don’t give hero rooms to the media.”
“You stupid bitc—“
Todoroki slapped a hand over Izuku’s mouth, smile plastered onto his face, “This is about his little brother’s life.”
The woman furrowed her brow, and the people began yelling at them to get in line.
“Tell him ProHero Eraserhead’s son is here to see him,” Izuku spat, mostly to the people who had shut up at the news, glaring at the woman who was taking too long—
She nodded slowly, the people unable to object as she made her way to where Iida was, and she knocked on the door, motioning for the two teens to stay. She pulled open the door when Iida asked what she wanted,
“Sorry to bother you, Ingenuim-san, but, uh, ProHero Eraserhead’s son is here to see you?”
“Let him in.” Izuku felt tears spring into his eyes at the sound of his dad’s friend, and they fell when he saw the man in the hospital bed, so very pale and weak.
The nurse closed the door behind them, telling them they had ten minutes before they had to leave, and Izuku walked up to the side of the bed, gently placing a hand over the man’s arm.
“Tensei.... are you okay?” He whispered, and the man shook his head with a humorless laugh.
“...no... I can’t feel my legs.”
Todoroki blanched, and Izuku inhaled, before he felt like slapping himself.
“Your spine?” The man nodded. “I can heal you.”
Iida flinched, furrowing his eyebrows. “Excuse me?”
“My fire can create, as you know.” Izuku glanced at the door, making sure the nurse wasn’t going to barge in, and he looked back to Iida. “It can heal. My fire healed Dad, that’s why he came out of the USJ pretty unscathed. I can heal your spine, Tensei.”
“Bullshit,” The man breathed, hope bursting in his eyes. “You’re bullshitting me.”
Izuku shook his head. “I’m not. Please let me heal you, so you can tell your brother— fuck! Your brother!”
He whirled around, pointing at Todoroki, “Call him, make sure he’s okay.”
“What’s going on?” Iida asked as Todoroki stepped out of the room. “What’s wrong with Tenya?”
“You were attacked in Hosu,” Izuku said, gently shifting the covers aside so he could press his hand over there the man’s spine should be. “Stain is still in Hosu, and that’s where your brother chose his internship to be.”
“No,” Tensei whispered, and Izuku nodded, his fire curling around his fingers as it sunk into the man’s body, his eyes glowing as he felt it begin healing what had been broken.
“Yep.” His fire was healing other wounds as Todoroki stepped back into the room, shaking his head with a worried look.
“He’s not answering.” Izuku cursed, and his fire tingled, telling him it was done healing.
He pulled his hand away, Tensei’s eyes bulging as feeling from his legs returned. Tears welled up into his eyes, and he looked into Izuku’s. “Thank you..”
Izuku nodded. “Try calling your brother, tell him to stop being stupid.”
Izuku turned and dashed away from the room, Todoroki hot on his heels as they ran out of the hospital, heads darting around as they looked for the nearest train station.
“Too long,” Izuku said, snatching Todoroki’s wrist as he yanked him into an alley, ready to use his quirk to get them to Hosu. The sun was gone, and he pulled the taller teen to his chest, fire swirling around them as he pictured Hosu’s train station, the minty walls, white floors, grey pillars, people milling around—
Fire burning at the walls and a crashed train was not what he was thinking of, but he quickly yanked Todoroki away from the collapsing ceilings, keeping their eyes and ears peeled for any civilians left behind. Thankfully, they didn’t hear anything, and they got out of the station safely, staring at the fires and Heroes everywhere, screaming and fighting against—
“Fucking Nomus.” Todoroki breathed, and Izuku yanked him away, dodging flying debris as he sent his ribbon out, the glittering blue ribbon splitting into a million others as they all shot out into different directions, looking for Iida.
“Stain attacks in alleys, doesn’t he?” Izuku asked, and Todoroki nodded, the both of them panting as they ran to the nearest alley, before one of Izuku’s ribbons sang, and he yanked all of the others back to him, where the practically blinked into existence, curling around the two teens as they were propelled to Iida.
He was in his shiny armour, laying on the ground, and Izuku inhaled when he saw Stain, held against the wall by Izuku’s millimeter thick ribbon. Native was slumped on the other side, and Todoroki dashed over to him, tossing the hero over his shoulder as he ran out of the alley, going to go find more heroes.
“Why are you here?!” Iida snarled, and Izuku slowly stepped forwards, staring into Stain’s murderous eyes.
“Oh...” the man said, eyes narrowing at the sight of Izuku. “A powerful one. You are going to save your friend?”
“Go away Aizawa-kun! I don’t want your held! I don’t need you!”
“Good thing I don’t care about what you want,” Izuku said, swirling his ribbons around Iida and sending him to wherever Todoroki had gone, turning around—and a knife to the gut was new.
Oh yeah, he used all of his ribbons, like a fucking idiot—
“A true hero?” Stain asked, Izuku stumbling back as the knife slipped from his body, and he bared his teeth in hopes to keep the man back. “Too bad we’ll never know.”
Stain dragged his tongue across the blade, and Izuku felt his body go slack, fear crawling up his body as he realized he couldn’t move, his quirk wasn’t listening to him, he couldn’t call his fire. The only thing keeping him sane was the fact that he could still feel it, even if it didn’t respond.
Stain cried out, dropping the knife and spitting everything in his mouth out, coughing as he slapped his chest. “You—your blood is poisoned—“
He went back to coughing, and Izuku’s smug face dropped as the man reached over, snatching the back of his shirt and shredding it, tearing it right back off of him. He cried out, the cold air hitting his back, and he heard Stain hiss.
“Little hero,” The man said, crouching down beside Izuku, who was shaking from suppressed anger. “You’re being Webbed.”
“Fuck you.” Izuku spat, angry fear clawing up his body as he man stooped down and tossed him over his shoulder. “H-hey! Put me down!”
“Villain Webbing is done only for Villain kids,” Izuku froze. “Which villain was okay with you being Webbed?”
“What?” He asked shakily, blinking as he realized they were now on the roof, Stain running away from where he had kidnapped Izuku. His fire was slow, sluggish, and it had begun sealing his wound, from the inside out, but he could feel his head getting fuzzy.
Stain crouched down, staring at two figure across from them. “No villains are okay with their children being Webbed, so, who needs to die?”
“My father... wasn’t okay with it?” Izuku breathily asked, finding that idea bizarre.
Stain hummed. “Probably not. Most villains are villains because they’d been Webbed, or because they witnessed it and aren’t okay with it. Or they just enjoy making people suffer.”
“What... what about you?” Izuku asked, stalling for time as he began regaining feeling in his body.
Before Stain could say anything, there was a screech from behind them, and Izuku felt claws grip his sides, making him cry out as his wound was ripped further open.
Everything after that was a blur of the sky and floor, hot and cold, people flitting in and out of his vision, soft and hard, white rooms and whiter lights, before everything was silent and black.