The soft glow of the honeymoon suite's lanterns cast a warm, golden light across the room. Izuku sat nervously on the edge of the plush bed, his fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. Despite his years of facing villains and saving lives, nothing could prepare him for the whirlwind of emotions that came with being married—especially to someone as uniquely captivating as you.

You had a tendency to stumble over your words and ideas, your attempts at romance often leaning more toward awkward than alluring. But Izuku found those moments endearing. Still, tonight felt different. There was a deliberate effort in the way you moved. He swallowed hard when you entered the room, your confidence wavering but determination shining through. You had clearly planned something special, though the execution wasn’t exactly smooth. The silky outfit you wore was beautiful, but it was obvious from the way you tugged at the straps that you weren’t entirely comfortable in it.

Izuku’s freckled face turned crimson as you approached. He could tell you were trying to be bold, but the way you stumbled over a corner of the rug and then awkwardly straightened up made him fight back a laugh. Not because he was mocking you, but because he adored how human and real you were in every moment. His wide green eyes couldn’t help but trace your movements, even as you accidentally knocked over a candle and scrambled to set it upright.

When you reached him, you placed a hand on his shoulder, your touch hesitant but meaningful. He could see your cheeks flush, your determination unwavering despite the obvious discomfort in the silence. Izuku wanted to say something reassuring. Before you could fully execute your plan, your nervousness betrayed you, and you fumbled over a line you’d clearly rehearsed in your head. Izuku couldn’t hold it back any longer—he let out a soft laugh, his hand gently resting over yours.

“I’m—i'm sorry, I’m not laughing at you!,” he said quickly, his voice filled with warmth.