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đđ đ„đ: pro hero au! this is the last installment of the romanticizing people series. thank you all for the love and support youâve shown of this seriesâit was a lot of fun to try something a bit different :)Â
Youâre reaching into your pocket for your keys when your phone begins to buzz.Â
âIzuku?â You ask, holding the phone between your cheek and shoulder as you wrestle the creaky door to your apartment open.Â
âAh, [First],â he sounds tired, ragged, coming off of a long patrol. You feel no different, dragging your feet after a long night shift at your job, the comfort of your bed and a hot bowl of soup lulling you through the fogged up pulse of a headache. âDid you get home safe?â
A chuckle rises out of your chest. âYeah, yeah Iâm home. And you?â
Thereâs a little sigh in his voice as he speaks. âYeah, Iâm home, too.âÂ
You put the phone on speaker as you strip off your coat and scarf, leaving wet, snow-clumped boots at the door.Â
He lets you talk about your day first, because of course he wouldâhumming along as you begin the routine of pulling out a pot for soup and a bowl. The sink runs loud as you wash your handsâyou lean down, like your phone is a baby, speaking over the sound of running water.Â
please this is so cheesy but i just had a new years zuku brain rot. happy new years everyone! also no proofread <3
green curls brushing at your forehead. freckles always spread on his cheek beautifully like sugar sprinkled on fresh dough. the ever lasting rosy tint all over his boyish face because of your intimate hold. his grin feels like the sun overcoming the room. his broad arms holding you so closely, like heâs scared the world will rip you from him.
youâre overcome with the smell of pine and a hint of cinnamon while your body melts into him. itâs been two years and he still makes you feel like a flustered teenager. you hide a shy smile in his chest trying to deny the way he makes you feel.
âhappy new year my loveâ he whispers into your hair so delicately. one strong octave and the thin loving silence will be broken. fireworks could softly be heard outside your personal haven.
you lift your head up to look up to him with the most loving glare. you pray your eyes can convey all the love you have for him, all the adoration and pride. words fail to help him understand so you compromise, hoping your reply will be overpowered by benevolent gesture.
âand many more âzukuâ you say as you kiss his cheek.
how bout some deku thirst? how about lighthearted and silly sex with deku?
you two look up random sex positions and try the most outlandish ridiculous ones you can find, giggling all the way through as he adjusts your leg for the fifth time, laughing as he exclaims "how is this supposed to WORK??"
and just! he's so sweet! doesn't need to take everything so seriously! he accidentally straight up moans, and he absolutely loses his shit, still thrusting as the both of you break out into a laughing fit
just...sweet soft fun things!! equal parts horny and silly!.
snyopsis: izuku goes abroad on a hero mission and it breaks his heart to leave y/n, but he comes to realizations about the two of them while he's away.
content: pro hero au, fluff, relationship discussions, i through in some marriage talk
word count: 1.5k
a/n: this song makes me feel warm and fuzzy but sad at the same time and after listening to it on repeat for awhile it reminded me of izuku :,)
It was three in the morning. He was on another plane going on another mission abroad, and all Izuku could think about was the way Y/N had cried at the airport the first time heâd left for an overseas mission a year ago.
âIâm so excited for you!â she had screamed when she heard the news, immediately jumping into his arms and rambling about all of the food heâd get to try and the amazing people heâd meet. And his nerves had vanished right then and there, and they both spent the night making a list of things heâd take with him, neither of them pausing to think what six months away meant for their relationship.
Theyâd been dating for two years, having officially gotten together after graduating high school. Y/N was currently in college studying to be a teacher, and was doing her training at UA. She was almost positive sheâd go back to UA to teach, and was thrilled at the prospect of being a mentor to so many young aspiring heroes while doing some hero work at the same time. She was happy, and seeing her happy made Izuku happy.
Since he was in the limelight a lot, the relationship was hard on Y/N, no matter how hard she tried to insist it wasnât. Izuku was an expert at avoiding the media, but it was still irritating when Y/N was referred to as nothing more than his girlfriend, when she was a part time hero and student, something he thought was far more impressive than what he was doing. The first chance he got he bought them a house near UA and Y/Nâs university with a great security system to scare away any paparazzi who would be smart enough to find out where they lived (something no one had done so far).
His trip was something theyâd both known would happen eventually, but theyâd never explicitly discussed it. Izuku was scared to bring it up, terrified Y/N would mistake his feelings of unease for wanting to end their relationship, which was the last thing he wanted. Whenever he brought it up sheâd wave it away, assuring him everything was going to be fine, and that he must remember to bring back a souvenirer, both for her and for the apartment. And, in a team effort with his mom, sheâd made him a new scarf to take with him, because it was cold in New York, especially in the wintertime. They didnât talk about the risks of the missionâtheyâd stopped discussing dangers on the job after a few months of dating, because it was so normal in both of their jobs they both overlooked it more often than not.
Y/N drove him to the airport, ignoring his advice for her to stay home and rest before her class the next day. Izuku was recognized by the staff, and paired with Y/Nâs determined stare, it was enough for her to be allowed to wait with him at his gate until his flight left.
She sat with him for almost an hour, holding his hand the entire time and talking about her classes and the kids she was mentoring, knowing any other topic would make them both remember why they were here.
He was the last one to board the flight. He couldnât bring himself to get up, to let go of Y/Nâs hand. Theyâd never been apart longer than three weeks for over six years now, and letting go of her hand was the last thing he wanted to do at that moment.
âCâmon,â sheâd said, standing up and pulling him along with him. Izuku clutched his boarding pass much harder than necessary, something Y/N had to have noticed. But her gaze was straight ahead, focused on the flight attendant waiting to check his pass and allow him onto the plane.
She turned to hug him, squeezing him tightly and pressing kisses along the side of his face. âI love you so much, have a safe flight, and call me as soon as you land.â
And then she was letting go of him and pushing him forward gently, and Izuku handed over his boarding pass and turned to look back at her.
She was standing right where heâd left her, wrapped up in his favorite All Might scarf. Her cheeks were glistening with tears, and with a startled realization that his vision was blurring, he realized he was crying, too. She waved at him until he couldnât see her anymore, and it took all of Izukuâs willpower not to jump out of the plane and rush back into her arms. He felt like his heart was breaking, knowing she was crying because of him, knowing her heart would ache just as his was aching now because of him.
He called her the second he landed, and didnât hang up until she fell asleep and he did too, in a bed 6,000 miles away from the only person he wanted to be with.
âMy students keep asking about you!â Y/N chirped, smiling widely at him. She was in the kitchen, eating a late lunch. It was almost midnight for Izuku, but he hadnât felt this awake all week.
Between both of their busy schedules, they only managed to video call once a week, the rest of their communication being text messages and the occasional quick phone call. But when they did video call, they stayed on the line until one of them fell asleep. Izuku was determined not to nod off for at least another hour. Seeing Y/N, even through a screen, was his biggest motivation to keep moving forward on his mission.
It was going well, all things considering. Winter was hell in New York, but Izuku dutifully took his new scarf everywhere he went and bundled up whenever he went outside. It had already been three months, and he had heard whispers around the agency where he was working that the mission might wrap up within the next month if things continued to go smoothly.
He hadnât told Y/N, not wanting to get her hopes up in case he did have to stay the full six months.
âReally? Do you tell them Iâm kicking ass over here in the states? And that Iâll bring them souvenirs if theyâre nice to you?â He asked her now, fighting back a yawn. It was only 1AM, how weak was he? Sure heâd chased down a lead todayâliterallyâbut that was no excuse.
âOh, theyâre always nice to me,â Y/N rolled her eyes at him as she took a bite of her lunch. âSo theyâre all expecting gifts.â
He smiled. Y/N told him more about how life was going back home. She visited his mom weekly, cooking with her and oftentimes calling Izuku with her while she was there. As she was telling him about her last visit, he remembered what his mom had told him before heâd left.
âY/N doesnât say it,â she told him, eyes already welling with tears as she spoke. âBut I know she worries for you as much as I do. She loves you with her whole heart and more, Izuku. I know you love her just as much.That kind of love is too special to let go. Do you understand?â
He did.
Theyâd both talked about itâmarriage. Y/N had told him sheâd agree to marry him in a heartbeat, but she understood that they also didnât need to formally get married and she was perfectly content with how they were now.
He remembered reading columns about them that the newspapers would sometimes put out whenever he got interviewed on big talk shows and he talked about Y/N. The reporters would go crazy with it for a couple of weeks: speculating when a ring would be spotted on Y/Nâs finger, when Dynamight would come home after years abroad to attend the wedding, when All Might would emerge from his peaceful retirement to officiate.
Izuku had been sure he was going to spend the rest of his life with Y/N when theyâd moved in together, and the first thing she insisted they both do was plant a flower in the backyard. Heâd been in love with her for over two years now, but finally moving in with her, seeing her plant the first flower in their new home togetherâthat had solidified everything for him.
âY/N,â he said now, quietly, as he found himself being overcome with sleep.
She looked up from her lunch, smile softening. âYeah?â
âLove you so much,â he said. âBe lost without you.â
âI love you too, Izuku,â she replied.
He fell asleep before he could tell her he was going to marry her the second he got back, that heâd buy her a bouquet of flowers to match the ones in their garden in the backyard.
But he had a feeling she already knew. And it made him love her even more.
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