They both wake up early on Christmas morning and Izuku can’t think of a more perfect way to greet the day than by being by his boyfriend’s side. With his mother still asleep, Izuku decides that this is the opportunity to give Shouto his presents. It took a bit of brain-wracking and creative flexing, until Izuku was content with the final product. Shouto’s gift in particular came in two parts: The first, a sweater ( as there is always room to add to Shouto’s impressive collection of them. )
However, the second gift and main attraction turns out to be a scrapbook. On the front cover is a selfie Izuku took a few months back, smiling and cheek-to-cheek with a more faintly smiling Shouto, their cat hissing and trapped in between them. As Shouto opens the book and explores more of it, he’ll find that it’s jam-packed with several photos — photos of him and Izuku, photos of Alma just on her own, photos of Shouto asleep or looking away or with other people in their class, a photo of the first time Izuku ever wore a dress in front of him. It’s a scrapbook of memories. Of their relationship and everything that has been touched by their adoration for each other.
“I, um, wanted to give you something special and I got around to thinking about just how much we’ve been through together, and how much I love you. So I wanted to create something that kind of touched on both of those points.”
Izuku rubs the back of his neck, nervously. “I know it might be a little cheesy, but I hope you like it, Shouchan. Merry Christmas. I love you more than anything and thank you for still staying by my side."
‘ izuku. . . ’ even the sweater --- alone was enough for him, more than he’d ask of the other ( or had ). in fact . . . shouto was already putting it on over his pajamas, skin and hands content with the soft feeling of it, a cheek pressed briefly to it’s collar where the vestiges of a smile could almost be made out. and if you asked anyone: by no means was shouto considered outwardly emotional --- but when the other pulls out the scrapbook, wide heterochromatic eyes racking it over. . . something un-containable wells up.
upon each page is a memory- which to someone like him is a treasure in itself. and some he remembers and some he can’t recall as clearly but shows up as vivid as day in photographs. the scrapbook holds an almost tangible feeling the young hero can’t describe -- rending him quiet as strong fingers turn page after page after page of things collected. he can feel his heart in his chest, beating quickly like a butterfly -- the glass prison only the bone and cartilage of his ribs, a fire in the pit of his stomach.
when shouto finally looks at izuku. . . he can see the concern ( ah he’s been silent for much too long ) - because his boyfriend was soft, but strong and kind, and worrisome, all these ( mostly ) wonderful things that made up izuku midoriya. made his skin glow and freckles countable to which shouto could find himself lost in for hours during studying in particular. but words were never his forte, instead hands come up to cup izuku’s face as lips press softly their thankful embrace, soft-spoken ‘i love you’s’, and burning adoration. ‘ thank you. . . ah, my present feels a little strange now but--- i think you only confirmed those feelings. ’
so it was his turn- rummaging into the bag he had brought and retrieving a small box to hand to his boyfriend. inside . . . well inside was a ring- opened and revealed to the other, this time with a visible smile. he places the gift into izuku’s hands, his own remaining strong around the other’s in support. ‘ after graduation, please marry me. ’
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