Finale

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Izuku POV: 

It was their wedding day, but Shiggy and Dabi wanted something simple, understated—nothing extravagant or showy. The atmosphere was intimate, with close friends gathered, the people who had become family over the years. It wasn't a grand affair, but there was beauty in its simplicity. A few heroes mingled with the usual crowd: Todoroki, Iida, and Ochaco. Naturally, Kacchan stood beside me, as he always had. Despite how laid-back it all felt, there was something strikingly beautiful about the whole scene.

The ceremony took place on a small, secluded beach. The air was fresh with the scent of salt and seaweed, the gentle breeze ruffling our clothes as it passed. The chairs, minimalist and sleek in black, formed a sharp contrast against the soft, pale sand beneath them. The ocean, vast and shimmering under the mid-morning sun, stretched out endlessly, its deep blues creating a serene backdrop. It felt like we were the only ones in the world, tucked away in this quiet corner of nature.

Guests were dressed in white, a tradition that felt almost sacred under the bright sunlight. Against this sea of light clothing, Shiggy and Dabi stood out dramatically in their black tuxedos, a perfect mirror of their personalities—dark, brooding, yet undeniably striking. The way they stood together at the makeshift altar, the soft murmur of the waves at their backs, made the moment feel surreal. There was no need for grand decor or elaborate florals. The simplicity of it all allowed the love and companionship to take center stage.

Dabi had formed a bond with Kacchan over time, surprising as that was. When Dabi asked him to be his best man, Kacchan pretended it didn't mean much, but I knew better. It meant everything. I stood as Shiggy's best man, feeling a strange swell of pride as I watched him fidget nervously at the altar, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Toga, of all people, officiated the wedding. She wore her trademark smirk the entire time, emotions dancing behind her mischievous eyes. Her voice cracked with amusement when she said, "You may now kiss your groom... I pronounce you crusty and crustier!" She wiped away a few dramatic tears, her tone teasing but heartfelt. It was ridiculous and yet... it was perfect. Exactly the kind of absurdity that felt true to all of us.

The reception that followed reflected Shiggy and Dabi's personalities just as much as the ceremony did. The beach transformed into a lively celebration with the constant thrum of heavy metal pounding in the background. It was their music, raw and unapologetic, drowning out the calm of the ocean. The heroes, bless them, looked hilariously out of place as everyone else headbanged and shouted along to the lyrics. Even Todoroki looked like he was trying to find his groove.

We danced under the stars, laughter echoing louder than the music. We drank until the world felt light and then, inevitably, stripped down to swim in the cold ocean under the moonlight. The water was freezing, but it didn't matter. We were alive in that moment, drenched in saltwater and joy. I could still hear Kacchan's boisterous laugh as he tackled me into the waves.

As the night wore on and the sky turned from twilight to dawn, we found ourselves sitting around a bonfire, shoulders pressed together, feeling the warmth of the flames and each other. We were soaked, our clothes heavy with seawater, but none of us cared. We were tired but deeply content, knowing we had carved out this little slice of happiness for ourselves—against all odds.

Time changed us all. Dabi and Shiggy adopted a child not long after the wedding, and Toga and Ochaco followed suit. It was hard to imagine them as parents at first, but they fell into it naturally. The kids were wild, adorable, and loved fiercely, each one a reflection of their unconventional families. Despite the age gap, Izumi got along with them so well.

What started as a group of villains and heroes trying to find peace in their broken lives had turned into something none of us ever expected—a family. We grew old together, watching our children thrive, sharing holidays, celebrating milestones, and finding joy in the everyday moments. It was surreal, but in the best way. The villains and the heroes, united not by battle or blood, but by something stronger—love, resilience, and time.

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