What a day. The rain shower unleashed right as Tsuyu stepped down the aisle. The shining sun cast a rainbow across the pavilion, yet all lights cameras and eyes remained on her. If Deku could have cleared his tearful eyes long enough to see her, the sight would have taken his breath away. Tsuyu had hid her spilling emotion beneath her seafoam veil. The floral archway above the pair mirrored pearl gates to the heaven they would soon reach together.

The kiss? Phenomenal. A lot less tongue and moisture than their first kiss, yet deeper and passionate. The impact held more power than all their intimate moments combined - a climax of emotion. Did marriage truly change little actions like that? They had been dating for years, yet they were sure that kiss would be one to remember for days spent apart from each other. Deku embraced her to raise her from the ground as the kiss lasted longer than what some (Bakugou and Iida) would consider tasteful!

To continue the momentous occasion, chatting and music and dancing culminated a lively colored atmosphere that continued to amplify with the help of the premium open bar. People that had never danced before were caught by social media letting loose with their looser clothes and their energized movement. Midoriya could only do breakdancing and for such a formal occasion, ballroom dancing. He had practiced with his mother for Tsuyu.

He kept a conservative gap between them like another person could fit in the middle. And, Tsuyu's wide eyes gazed up at Midoriya he held her soul and her sun. Only rarely did her eyes widen enough for him to physically see awe or emotion, but that day she remained astonished by every slight movement he made. She couldn't dance. She knew that. Yet, with Midoriya leading the way, no one could assess her less than novice skill level. All she had to do was follow him.

Midoriya whispered in a lower than normal tone. "My love, you're amazing," into her ear as they glided around the floor. A deep virility in his voice kneaded her heart.

Chills?! Tsuyu got chills? From Deku? She thought she was going to melt. She just knew some silly expression stayed on her face. Why did she let her guard down? She shouldn't have ever doubted his ability to surprise her?

Her only choice was to hide her face into the soft fabric of his suit. Although the sky had cleared, the scent of rain soaked into his clothes. Her clammy fingers clutched onto his hand, and when she looked up to check if he had returned to normal, his hooded gaze met hers with a greater intensity than before.

"My love, you don't have to hide."

How was she supposed to snark when he behaved so deliberate and intensely? Every step and movement - he planned it all. Maybe she could poke fun at the fact that he practiced with his mom, but that failed to fall from her mouth.

Tsuyu's breath rate increased. Her chest rose and dropped. Heat rained down her neck. Deku's green eyes had never looked so deep. His eyebrows had never been so thick. Then, the song ended.

Midoriya interlaced his hand with hers and brought the back of her hand to his lips while staring down into her eyes. His gaze was neither harsh nor soft yet it pierced her soul and drained her breath. "Did you enjoy this, my love?" he asked amongst the enthusiastic applause from their loved ones.

Stopppp.

Her furrowed brow and pleading eyes begged for Deku to go back to normal. Just a few hours ago, he was blubbering in the corner while his friends needed to console him. But, now that they were together at the center of the world, she was the one melting into a mess.

Was this how couples changed after they became intimate? Her dress constricted her. He hadn't lost any degree of intensity.

Midoriya released her without getting a response to turn to Iida who congratulated him on his impeccable dancing skills.

"Ah, really? Thanks. I practiced a lot."

"You've completely transformed yourself into an absolute gentleman. I hardly even recognized you," he said before resting a firm palm on Deku's shoulder.

Midoriya flinched and rolled his shoulders. "Yeah? I'm still the same old Midoriya Izuku," he said at a calmer pitch than usual.

Nothing was usual about that day!

Immediately, Tsuyu knew she needed some fresh air. The air was too thick. How did Deku manage to enhance all the features she loved about him? His stark determination. His precious jewel colored eyes. The way his whispers could knead her ears. She never ever told anyone how much she loved when he softly kissed her hands.

That wasn't the boy she dated for years! That was a completely different man. She fanned herself and waddled off into a cool and quiet gap of the party to take a few breaths before returning.

The night carried on in a series of flashes. Mina danced with Tsuyu to her favorite k-pop song. Tsuyu made a joke about Kaminari that caused Jirou to laugh so hard that she spit out her beer. Uraraka stuffed a slice of cake in her mouth then washed it down with a cold beer. Her siblings and parents congratulated her.

Occasionally, she'd look up and around to check on Midoriya. However, when her parents appeared, he mysteriously vanished.

Wait, where had Deku disappeared to? She excused herself from her immediate family and the party itself to seek him. Maybe if he were near her, time would slow down and she could savor each moment.

...

In a quiet corner of the pavilion away from the party, Deku lurked to regain some composure. He took a seat in the trimmed grass near the large lake of the venue. Drenched in alcohol, he had only had a few drinks before spilling everything from his gut into a floral bush near the bathroom. The cameras would probably love that.

Izuku continued to drink but lost the overly potent Margarita that Mina gave to him. He'd find it eventually. People had been passing him drinks all that night, so he had to record the events as soon as possible.

Upon reflecting on Tsuyu's natural beauty, he wrote it down on the few blank pages of his planning notebook. Tilting his head back, Deku let out a sigh. He didn't want to forget a single detail, and so he had to record it while the memory was still fresh. She tied her hair up in a way that appeared as a crown. Her limp hands hung at her side. The scoop neckline of her dress made her breasts look even more bubbly than usual.

And she was so slim and tiny. Earlier that evening, when they danced, he wanted to hold her closer than appropriate. He needed all his concentration to resist that magnetic pull between them. The gap had allowed for a chilling draft to pass through.

Mumbling to himself, he mused over her new, married name, "Midoriya Tsuyu." The name had the perfect flow like a creek washing across slick stones - he could say it all day long. He attempted to draw her before scribbling the doodle and writing the word "beautiful."

Tsuyu could always understand him. She was irritated that he had hid away like this. "Izuku," she said in a flat tone.

"Ah!" Midoriya exclaimed and immediately got to his feet m. His notebook flew from his hands and landed in a bush a few meters away. He covered his face and his beating chest and any other area he felt was vulnerable.

Seeing him huddled as a complete mess away from the party helped Tsuyu finally relax her shoulders. She gulped a fresh helping of air. Midoriya had lost his jacket at some point and beer or some liquid had soaked through his dress shirt. Where did his tie go?

She sighed, "What are you doing over here?"

They fought sometimes. Relationships don't stay flawless forever. They had been together too long to believe that. Over time they learned how to argue poorly and properly and out of love. Deku had to make great strides to get Tsuyu to open up to him on a daily basis. Then, Tsuyu had to handle his extensive planning and talks over every little thing that concerned him. He always had to think of ways to handle conflicts like when she would randomly go on walks alone without telling anyone or how much water was too much.

Hopefully, he wasn't controlling of her. He just wanted to be able to control their conflict. There was no reason to spend two hours in the shower! A bath would have been better for the environment. And, if someone disappears in the middle of the night, then there's a good reason to be concerned!

Regardless, it was his turn to get grilled. He knew he had been avoiding them. What was the point of savoring memories if it meant missing the events that steadily unfolded that night. Deku stood up and straightened his bow tie and prepared for his judgment. He knew her aura when she was upset violently roared amongst her while her smiling face remained as calm as the placid lake. "I can explain!" he said. He could but he just had to be careful about how.

"You've been avoiding my parents. You haven't said anything to them all evening," she said in her monotone voice. Her signature simper never faltered despite how much he aggravated her.

Poking his fingers together, Deku sighed, "Yeah, I guess I've got cold feet. I just know I'm going to say something weird about last night." He swayed from side to side more than usual and hiccuped. Then, his head shot up to look at her. A cherry blush enveloped his face as he covered his mouth. "Look at me. I haven't gotten this drunk since - I don't even know. I've been drinking with Uraraka and Iida, and I came out here when I saw your parents."

Tsuyu already knew. That was something about Deku. While he was a great tactician, he lost his bearings with social interactions. He must have drank to become more comfortable, but judging by his beer stained shirt, that must have had its repercussions. She crossed her arms and croaked out a sigh.

"You take my breath away every time I see you. My thoughts of you never compare to when I see you standing in front of me," he explained before tears started pouring from his eyes. "I'm sorry for leaving you, lilypad."

An endearing moniker that he would say when he became mushy.

Tsuyu retracted back and sighed again. He was 100% emotional all that day, and she decided to give him a pass for his rare indulgent behavior. She would be lying if joyful tears didn't fall from her face that day. In fact, even then - to see his happiness written all over his face caused her heart to beat and swell within her chest. However, if her husband stayed mumbling in the corner all night, he'd probably be the type to regret not savoring the time with his friends.

He was the sentimental one that sent out New Year's postcards and wrote personalized messages while Tsuyu simply signed her name.

"I'll meet them, and I'll just explain that this is the first time I've ever gotten this drunk. Then, I'll tell them I can't wait to make the family bigger. Wait - no, that'd imply I wanted to - you know. Hm, ah! I know! What if I talked about how sexy - I mean, beautiful. The way we met. Do they know that? How, you felt guilty for stealing me from Uraraka even though I never dated her? She seems happy now, though," Deku said all of this in a low mumble that Tsuyu had to learn to understand.

Yet, that night, his drunken droll caused her heart to flutter.

Sometimes she had trouble finding the right words to say to him. They'd either come out as dismissive or nothing at all. She was always the type to patiently sit at his hospital bedside while he recovered from battles while Deku could welcome her home with a three course meal in flowers just because he felt like it. Then, if anything ever landed her in the hospital, he'd barrage her with love and words and kindness.

The thought overwhelmed her, but that's what she signed up for.

Deku stood in front of her, ranting about how they could approach this issue, but in that moment, she just wanted to ease his nerves. Pointing across the lake, she asked, "Deku? What's that over there? Is someone watching us?"

Deku got into a fighting stance by clenching his fists and spreading his feet. "Where?" he growled. His blood sparked with energy before he felt Tsuyu's tongue slither around him. Right before he could scream, she gagged him with her tongue.

Tsuyu leapt into the depths of the garden and leapt again to hide in the small wooded area. By the time they got far enough to escape the noises of the party, she released him.

"Tsu, you weren't going to warn me?! We could have just walked. Did you not feel like it? I could have carried you," he complained while trying to regain his breath.

She took off her shoes. Releasing her hair from her bun before combing through her locks with her fingers. "This was my natural way of getting away."

For a moment.

While she enjoyed her friends and the ceremonial blessings from their loved one's, she didn't need such fanfare. Pushing a finger to her chin, she averted her eyes as she struggled to explain that she simply missed him that night. Not Deku the gallant hero and loyal friend but Izuku. Her husband.

Maybe she'd only see that side if she got him alone. She bit her lip and swayed from side to side.

"It's okay, Tsu," he said in a low, soothing tone. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his chest before letting out a sigh. "I get it. I'm sorry. I should have stayed by your side more tonight."

Tsuyu crossed her arms to guard her beating chest. He smelled like margaritas and cheese dip and sweat. He had tasted like that too.

Deku stroked her hair and rested her back against a tree before unbuttoning his shirt. "I know I probably stink, but you - you're doing that pheromone thing again aren't you? Like last night."

Was she?! Tsuyu's face turned red. She covered her cheeks and eyes with her hands. "I can't control it," she admitted. Her wandering eyes peeked between her fingers at Deku's collar bone then up to his smirk then up to his eyes that stared right at her. She moaned out a croak.

Gently, he pulled her hands from her face. "It's okay. It's just me, Tsu. I love you and the way look and sound and smell and feel and taste."

During moments like these, Deku would steadily drop into complete silence before his mind gave way to passion and moans escaped his voice. That would be it. He'd jump into the moment like he'd die without fully satisfying her. Flight or fight, and he'd always fight to please her.

Ever since their first kiss, he adapted this kind of behavior. Passionate silence.

She called it possession.

Why did she decide to awaken his beast at a time like that? His face would completely change. His brow would wrinkle and become more steady. His eyes would connect with hers the entire time - ready to battle.

Tsuyu couldn't suppress her pheromones. They had already wafted up to her husband's flared nostrils. Inwardly, she kicked herself for starting this at their wedding, but she certainly didn't want him to stop.

Moments later...

Deku snapped out of his stupor with Tsuyu resting on top of him in her underwear. "Ah! Tsu, I got carried away again."

Tsuyu sat up and sighed out another croak. "You're not going to have another meltdown, are you?" Enough bushes blocked the view so that even onlookers would have a hard time catching them.

A cool breeze blew through the park. She shivered.

"Tsu, you're going to catch a cold," he noted. Deku pulled her back down to lie with him and nuzzled into her neck. "I'll be fine. If it's okay with you, then it's okay with me."

Tsuyu melted in his arms. The rising and falling of his chest. She closed her eyes and listened for his heartbeat.

Then, every so often he'd reach her heart and clutch it with all his willpower.

"Clasp me close in your warm young arms, while the pale stars shine above, and we'll live our whole young lives away in the joys of a living love," recited Deku before he kissed her shoulders. "I wanted to say that at the end of my vows, Tsu."

Since he couldn't see her face, she could bear to let out a few tears onto the grass. Tsuyu covered her mouth and allowed her face to redden. She permitted her heart to race as well.

"Goodnight, my Midoriya Tsuyu," he sighed before quickly snoring.

Goodnight?! Well, she'd wake him up when she regained her composure.