do you remember?
Summary: It’s the night before their wedding. Izuku and Shouto did a little throwback.
Tags: Dating, Dates Gone Wrong, Fluff, Pure fluff, Late night talk, wedding, big day, proposal
‘Do you remember our first date?’ Izuku’s soft murmur broke the silence of the night.
Shouto, who was starting to drift off to sleep at the lull of the conversation, blushed crimson on reflex. He always blushed whenever Izuku mentioned dates.
'The official one or the first first one?’ He asked. Because Uraraka and Tsuyu had told them first thing when they started dating for real that it felt like they had been dating for ages, with how many times they did things with just the two of them.
'The official one,’ Izuku replied fondly. It was too dark to see but Shouto was certain Izuku was smiling softly.
'Yeah. Why?’ He answered. Looks like he was not going to sleep early tonight.
'Do you remember the movie we watched?’
'Yes, yes I do.’ It was a special outdoor showing of Jaws. Widescreen on the bank of a lake at the dark of the night. They were taken out to the middle of the lake on a rickety old wooden boat to enjoy the movie. The movie was old, 19070s old, but it was surprisingly engaging. Izuku languidly dipped his arm elbow deep into the lake, not really watching the movie, but watching Shouto watch the movie. His left arm, which was thankfully dry, made an excellent head rest for Shouto.
That would have been a perfect night out if it had been a normal, innocent show.
As it was, there were people swimming around, grabbing arms and legs and scaring people out of their wits as the climax hit.
Shouto didn’t know about that. Neither did Izuku.
When the scene with the shark dragging itself up the half-submerged boat rolled around, Izuku let loose a terrified scream. Shouto, already on edge, was startled enough to set himself on fire and burn the wooden plank underneath him.
Izuku jumped onto him and clutched at his neck, face bleached white in fear.
Their combined weight on one side of the boat sent them both toppling over into the dark water.
'You climbed onto my head and refused to climb down while I swam us back to shore.’ Shouto deadpanned, looking at the luminous stars and galaxy painted on the ceiling. Luckily it was a warm night so he had hardly any difficulty guiding himself and Izuku the deadweight to the shore.
Izuku sputtered near his head, rustling about in the blanket.
'I did not!’ He protested indignantly.
'And you were convinced that there were sharks. In a sealed off fresh water lake. One hundred kilometre inland.’
'There are fresh water sharks!’
'Not native to Japan.’
Izuku huffed in annoyance as he had no comeback for that.
'Well, at least I don’t fall asleep in an IKEA wardrobe.’ He steered the conversation in a completely different direction. Shouto didn’t need to turn around to see how madly Izuku’s eyes were twinkling.
They had agreed to never talk about that again.
‘We had an agreement.’ Shouto reminded, a bit peeved but mostly embarrassed.
There was a reason why they never mentioned that.
Dripping wet and soaked to the bones, they left the movie unfinished to hunt for new clothes. The nearest store they could get clothes from was a thrift shop, which had them some rather interesting choices.
Within five minutes, Shouto picked a white polo shirt and a pair of surprisingly comfortable black jeans. Not much different from his initial clothes.
Izuku, on the other hand…
His eyes literally lit up when Shouto drove them into the parking lot of the shop and he was out before Shouto even released his own seatbelt. It took him nearly ten minutes to locate Izuku, standing in front of a bookshelf, head bent a 90 degree to look at the title on the back of the books. Water made a pool at his feet. He looked so much like a downed rat, hair plastered to his head, clothes stuck onto his lean muscular frame. Shouto was probably not much better but it was so endearing to see Izuku like this. He had to physically drag Izuku away from the books to search for clothes.
(He made a mental note to have one of the biggest bookshelves and most comfortable reading nooks installed when they moved into a bigger apartment. If his room was smaller because of that, then so be it; as long as he could see Izuku’s dopey smile all the time, any sacrifice was worth it.)
Izuku was too distracted to pick his own clothes so Shouto had to do it. And he did it well. Izuku offered no objection whatsoever, still too distracted, so Shouto believed it was a job well-done.
His boyfriend only paid attention to what he was wearing when they were driving away from the thrift shop.
‘Shouto, what am I wearing? Why am I wearing All Might merch? Oh my god I’m not 10 anymore! Wait, why are we at IKEA? What are we doing at IKEA?’ His voice was an octave higher than it had been in the beginning, face flushing crimson.
‘I am hungry.’ I want to check out the bookshelves.
‘We can eat somewhere else,’ Izuku nearly begged.
‘They’re too far,’ Shouto said. ‘I’ll be quick.’
‘Can I just stay in the car?’ Izuku changed tactic when begging didn’t work.
Shouto merely shook his head.
He didn’t understand. They wore each other’s merch all the time. An All Might hood T-shirt and matching pants were not as outrageous as Izuku made them to be. And how could his boyfriend not see how cute he was in those? The yellow things sticking out from the hood would be absolutely adorable if Izuku decided to pull the hood up.
‘I have an image to uphold!’ Izuku whispered into his ears scandalously, trying in vain to hide behind Shouto as they walked to the restaurant section of IKEA.
‘There are few people around. They won’t pay attention,’ He said while prying Izuku’s hand away from his shirt so he could take it in his own hand. ‘You look cute in them.’
Shouto would never get bored of watching Izuku’s face flame up. So, he pushed the hood over Izuku’s face and pressed a soft kiss on his covered head. Izuku’s hand felt hot in his hold but he didn’t try to push the hood down so Shouto took that as a win.
He left Izuku alone for a few minutes at the restaurant with the pretense of looking for doormat since theirs showed wear of time while in reality, he meandered over to the bookshelf section.
Then he got distracted and lost track of time.
He found an interesting wardrobe. Wooden, tall, mystical. Kind of like the one in Narnia movie.
The inside was equally Narnia-inspired with demo woollen sweeping-the-floor coats and off white fluffy carpet. It was also big enough for him to sit comfortably. A little bit too comfy as he felt his eyes start to droop and he lost the fight against sleep.
When he woke up again, it was to Izuku’s half-panic, half-dying-of-laughter face.
‘I almost called for a hero agency before I realised I was a hero. And I did a spy move to get away from the security guy while running around searching for you. We actually spent a night in IKEA. I was having a panic attack and you were sleeping away in a wardrobe!’ Izuku howled uncontrollaby, shaking so badly the bed shook with him.
Shouto endured the embarrassment as Izuku laughed himself to a coughing fit. He half-heartedly pounded on Izuku’s back to ease it.
‘I will not mention Jaws night again if you never bring up IKEA wardrobe in the future,’ Shouto bargained.
‘Deal,’ Izuku agreed easily, shaking his hand once before going back to giggling.
What a load of dung. They both knew they would bring those up again at any given chance.
They lapsed back into silence, broken only by Izuku’s intermittent snorts. The luminous stars on the ceiling shone brightly, almost heavenly in the absolute darkness of their room.
‘Do you remember the time we danced in the rain?’ Izuku gently snuggled up to his side, whispering into his ear.
‘Of course.’ How could he not? It was the first time he ever felt so alive. He hadn’t smiled and laughed so much since ever.
A visit to cat island. Sun shower. Before Shouto could run to the eaves of a nearby house, Izuku yanked at their joined hand and swung him around.
It was not much of a dance since they were just doing whatever moves they felt like doing. Moonwalk, robot, tap-dancing, arm-waving. At one point, they held hands and swung themselves in circles, until they both could not stand up straight. Izuku straight up lay flat back on the middle of the road. Shouto leant onto the lamp pole a tad too far.
Luckily for them, there was no one watching, only a band of ten or so cats all huddling together on the porch of a house, eyeing them attentively.
Which somehow reminded him of something completely unrelated.
‘Do you remember when you proposed?’ Shouto turned the silver band on his left hand around.
‘How can I forget?’ Izuku chuckled. ‘Our moms are our best fans.’
‘Your mom said, what, ‘there are two beautiful engagement rings in your bedroom, Izuku. Do you mind if I show them to Shouto?’’
‘Exactly that. And I almost choked to death.’ Izuku laughed. ‘I bet your mom planned that too. She kept eyeing my mom with a smile throughout dinner.’
‘You went so red that a ripe tomato cannot be any redder.’ Shouto recalled fondly.
‘As if you were any better.’ Izuku placed his head on his chest to stick his tongue out at him.
‘You popped the question right then and there.’
‘And you said yes.’ Izuku dragged his arm across Shouto’s chest to stare at the ring on his left hand. Shouto pulled his arm out from under the blanket and placed his left hand next to Izuku’s. ‘Best day of my life.’ Izuku intertwined their fingers and kissed them gently.
Shouto ran his right hand through Izuku’s fluffy hair rhythmically. He felt Izuku’s breath deepened.
‘We should sleep. There’s a big day ahead of us.’
‘Uhm, good night Shouto. I love you.’
‘Good night Izuku. I love you too.’