“Can you believe it, Kacchan? Me! The captain of my own ship!” Midoriya presented the idea across the horizon.
“It's— unbelievable.”
“Does this mean what I think it means?” Ochaco giggled, wrapping her arms around her lover, almost bouncing.
“We can finally get married!” Midoriya picked her up in excitement. She placed her hands on his face, activating her quirk as the two floated up and kissed hovering in the air. Ochaco rested her hands, intertwined, through his hair, and when the kiss ended, softly whispered, “release.”
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