You’d been dating Izuku a little over three years, recently earning the title as fiancés after he asked you to marry him on your third year anniversary.

These last few years were amazing, full of fairytale. He was still as well mannered as the day you met the pretty man, polite and gentle though Izuku was full of surprises, an example being the fact he wasn’t as innocent as he seemed.. especially after long stressful days of putting up with his students. You learned that pretty quickly.

The reason he fell for you wasn’t only because of how absolutely breathtaking you were, it was the way you treated him after the war. How you’d spend the night with him because he suffered nightmares, or how you stayed during the episodes where he thought he was reliving the day he lost his quirk and dream of being a hero. He remembers the way you revived his spark, hence wanting to marry you.

It was a Thursday morning, barely light outside and it was five thirty, he got up carefully as to not wake you. He felt sluggish, very sore and unmotivated as he stretched his bare muscles. He threw on his usual suit, not bothering to fix his tie or hair, simply running his scarred hand through it a little and standing in front of the mirror. He tucked his phone in his back pocket, keys hooked to his belt and binder for work tucked under his muscular slim arm. He slipped on his black dress shoes.

It was mornings like this when he wanted nothing more than to lie back down next to his fiancé, his green eyes looking over you softly before he leaned over and kissed your cheek- like he does every morning.