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Montana Sapphire

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One of the things Izuku still envied about Toshinori and likely always would was his ability to fall asleep on any sort of public transportation. He could drift off on a few minutes on a taxi ride or be out hours on a long plane trip.

Izuku on the other hand, unless he was well past the point of exhaustion, couldn’t seem to manage to fall asleep like that. That was why for the last few hours he’d been on his laptop checking and rechecking that all of his paperwork was caught up and in order for a vacation, that he had the shuttles booked and all reservations were in order. Sometimes he stared down at the solid mass of clouds under the plane, hoping to get a glimpse of what was under them. Meanwhile Toshinori slumped bonelessly in the seat beside him, softly snoring. At one point he turned a little, resettling and Izuku took his hand, smiling when Toshinori squeezed it automatically in his sleep.

He’d been trying to find the perfect time to propose for a long while. He knew Toshinori would have been perfectly content with a quiet and private proposal, but Izuku also knew how delighted he’d be if he put a lot of effort into it. He’d saved up and taken time to find the perfect ring, one with a yellow diamond as bright as Toshinori’s spark in One for All. Then once he had the ring in hand, all he had to do was plan the proposal.

He’d agonized over places and dates, a big event? An anniversary for them? A holiday? Finally a memory had come to mind, from back before they were even together. He’d been just leaving class to start back to the dorms when Toshinori had ambushed him.

”Do you know what today is?” Toshinori had asked, looking far more excited than Izuku expected.

“Ah… no?” Izuku had nearly panicked, thinking he’d forgotten something important. His birthday? No, it couldn’t be that. Something else?

“It’s the 4th of July in America!” Toshinori had announced, shoving a handful of handheld fireworks at him. Izuku had taken them more out of reflex than anything else.

“It’s the 4th of July everywhere. Or, well, mostly everywhere, depending on timezones,” Izuku pointed out, which earned him a laugh.

“Go have fun,” Toshinori said, gently shooing him off towards the dorm and he nodded, starting off before he thought to ask if maybe he wanted to set them off together, and at that point he was too shy to turn around.

There had been plenty more opportunities after that. It had become a sort of tradition that Toshinori would find fireworks, or little flags, or sparkly headbands decorated with red, white, and blue pom poms on springs. The cheaper and more obnoxious the better. He could still remember the first year they’d sat together on a blanket to watch a fountain of sparks, shoulders pressed close and fingers laced.

Thinking about it, there really was only one day for it, and then it was just a matter of arranging the place. That was a little more complicated, but Japan could hopefully survive without Deku for a few days and he knew all the fond memories Toshinori had of America.

Izuku could tell when the plane started the decent as Toshinori stirred again, this time starting to wake up even before announcement over the intercom. Izuku smiled fondly, letting Toshinori have his hand back as he yawned and stretched, rubbing at his face.

“How do you do that?” Izuku asked, grinning fondly.

“Do what?” Toshinori asked through another yawn.

“Nevermind.” Izuku passed him the little can of juice that the flight attendant had brought while Toshinori was sound asleep, and he took it gratefully.

“Ready for your first trip to America?” Toshinori asked, finally sounding as excited as Izuku had felt the entire plane ride.

“I hope so,” Izuku said, checking that his costume case was safely stowed one final time. He didn’t plan on doing any work, but he knew better than to trust that fate would listen to his plans.


Izuku had seen his fair share of firework shows over the years, but even he had to admit that this was one of the more impressive ones. Quick color bursts alternated with ones that trailed into showers of sparks, and plenty of shaped fireworks made an appearance. He was torn between watching the show, and using the flashes of light to glance over at Toshinori’s expression. He was entranced, relaxed and enjoying himself and Izuku felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the summer night heat. Seeing a fireworks show for the 4th of July hadn’t been the only thing they had planned for the trip, and he’d tried not to let on how key it was to everything he had planned. He’d made sure to reserve good seats, with just enough privacy for what he had planned.

He almost wasn’t ready when the finale lit up the sky, the bangs and booms of the explosions roaring like continuous thunder as it seemed like the fireworks fought over every inch of available space in the air, going on for longer than he expected and then ending far too suddenly, leaving them in darkness. With a start, Izuku realized he was missing the moment and he fumbled in his pocket, trying to find the too-tiny box with fingers that refused to cooperate.

“Toshinori...” Izuku started, as he finally gripped the box. Toshinori lit up the battery operated glow wand he’d grabbed before the show, almost overwhelmed by the variety of novelty toys he could have bought as souvenirs. He wasn’t holding just the light though.

“Midoriya Izuku, will you marry me?” Toshinori asked.

‘I… what?” Izuku stared at it in shock, taking a few seconds too long to realize that Toshinori’s expression had started to fall.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have...” Toshinori started, before Izuku interrupted.

“I was going to ask you that,” Izuku said, awkwardly shoving the box in Toshinori’s direction, wincing when he realized he hadn’t even gotten it open yet. “So yes, I mean… yes. I do want to marry you.”

Toshinori looked just as shocked as Izuku felt, and then he was laughing, reaching to take the ring box from him, trading him the one he was already holding.

“I thought with us being on vacation and here and after the fireworks show, it would be a very romantic time to ask,” Toshinori admitted, and Izuku caught himself grinning

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking,” Izuku said, slipping the ring on and holding it up to try and see it a little better in the light.

“Sorry it’s so small, I’d have gotten you something fancier, but I wanted something you didn’t have to take off or slip on a chain when you fought, and so it needed to be strong enough to take one of your punches,” Toshinori explained, sounding a little hesitant.

“That sounds perfect,” Izuku turned it a little in the light, a little surprised by the color. “Is it teal? Did you have something made for it?”

“Ah, no. It’s a Montana sapphire, they can come the same color as your hero costume,’ Toshinori said, and Izuku smiled.

“And it’s American, so I can always remember you proposing to me here in America before I could?” Izuku asked, and then leaned forward before Toshinori could properly answer, catching him in a kiss.



Izuku was worried that the rest of the trip would be a little bit of a let down after the show, but he didn’t have to worry. Every so often the sunlight would glint golden and he’d glance down at Toshinori’s hand and smile, and more than once he caught Toshinori doing the same to him. Somewhere in the back of his mind was the terror that now that he’d managed to get properly engaged they’d have to figure out all the wedding logistics, but he could ignore that as long as they were still on vacation.

“I think I just got over being jetlagged and now we’re supposed to be heading back,” Izuku said as they made it back to the hotel room, more genuinely sad to leave than he could have expected. It was very different, and having to pay attention because he wasn’t nearly as good at English as he had hoped after all of his classes was an annoyance. But Toshinori’s joy at being able to show off the things he loved about America was contagious and Izuku was going to miss that.

“Does that mean we’ll have to stay longer next time?” Toshinori asked, sounding like he was teasing but Izuku knew better. He’d wanted to share this with him so long that Izuku was pretty sure if he’d hated the trip he’d have been crushed.

“I hope so,” Izuku said, taking his hand and tugging him onto the bed. After all, they didn’t have to leave just yet.