“Wow,” Izuku says, a
disbelieving laugh threatening to spill out of his mouth. “The receptionist
really wasn’t joking.”
Shouto remains silent.
He forcibly pries his gaze away from the bed—it’s covered in red rose petals—and looks around the
It is larger than the
average bedroom, but smaller than Izuku’s apartment. There are couches at the
foot of the bed, framing a fuzzy red carpet, and a large flat screen TV hangs
from the wall, sleek black and probably brand new.
Their temporary abode looks
comfortable, at least.
Shouto tears his gaze
away, nearly choking when he notices a jacuzzi to the left of the bed, already
filled with warm water and sprinkled with red and white rose petals. On the
wall, above the jacuzzi, is a white banner with the word Congratulations scrawled in English, bordered with the outlines of stereotypical
wedding bells and wedding rings.
Shouto is oddly
mesmerized by it.
Shouto walks to the
jacuzzi and sits at the edge. He picks up a white rose petal. “It’s real.”
He doesn’t know if
he’s talking about the petal or their current predicament.