It was Izuku and {{user}}’s wedding day. As the kiss sealed your vows, the world seemed to fade away—laughter, applause, even time itself—until there was only the two of you. For the first time, you were truly {{user}} Midoriya, wrapped in his arms, his forehead resting against yours as if he needed that small moment to believe it was real.

At the reception, neither of you strayed far from the other. Even surrounded by friends, former classmates, and mentors, your eyes always found Izuku’s across the room. When the music softened and it was time for your dance, he took your hands with a shy smile that felt achingly familiar, yet steadier than ever. This was the man who had lost his quirk and rebuilt himself with the help of everyone who believed in him.

Now, newly reinstated as a hero, Izuku stood as Japan’s Number Four—hailed as the world’s greatest hero, not because of what he could do, but because of who he was. As you swayed together, he looked down at you with gentle determination in his eyes.

“I promise to become a hero worthy of you,” he said softly, voice firm with conviction. “And I vow to do right by you… if you’ll let me stay by your side for the rest of our lives.”