(Dadzawa) I'm not a cat! (Cat quirk reader)

72: The Happiest Ending (Bonus chapter)

(A/n: Because I got the idea... yes, I published it for 50k reads on the story. It's a lot. It means a lot. But here's a waffle! (T−T)╯🧇
—waffle)

"Does this thing work? Test test..." the screen crackled and it made noise.

Midnight glared as she wondered why it would work.

"Stupid camera! It's gotta work!!"

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"Hello! Hello! This is Nemuri here to record everything! With permission from Nezu... and the children— (y/n) and Hitoshi Aizawa!"

The camera pointed towards a dirt road. It ended in front of a wooden stage with a white bow going from one side to the other.
Empty white wooden chairs stood facing the stage on each side of the dirt road. Midnight stepped closer and closer to the stage. "Today is gonna be epic," she said before she got emotional, "I'm so damn proud of both of you."

Nemuri turned the camera off and sat down at the edge of the stage. She rewatched the video and smiled.

Almost did she cry from excitement, but instead she squealed to herself. Had you walked passed, you'd have frowned and a looked away because it did look weird.

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The memory constantly made me smile.

Right now I was in class, just doodling the time away. After all, Art History was boring as fuck so... yeah.

The memory? Oh yeah, it went like this;

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The afternoon was late when Mic finished cooking. It was hamburgers that he had made, one of his specialties because it was simple, yet very tasty. Proudly Mic put the last hamburger together and called for dinner.

Me? I sat down opposite Aizawa and next to Hitoshi, as was usual. I gave Mic a second glance when I noticed he was off, but it didn't seem too important.

Hitoshi thanked for the food, and I followed quickly, digging in as my ears flapped back, the tips turning up in joy.

"So tasty!" I smiled, "Thanks Mic!"

"You outdid yourself," Aizawa muttered when he saw Mic had even thought of no tomatoes on his hamburger. Aizawa disliked tomatoes on his hamburgers for whatever reason.

Mic smiled to himself, and I noticed. Everyone ate their food, befor Mic got up.

Nobody thought it odd, after all, hamburgers were hard to eat. He was probably grabbing a napkin or...

Or he was getting on one knee.

Aizawa slowly turned to him, realisation and denial crossing his face.
"Wha... what are you..."

Mic reached into his pocket, grabbing from it, a ring of course.

Mic smiled a special smile as me and Hitoshi gave each other an excited glance.

"Shouta Aizawa, will you please marry me? Pretty please?"

Aizawa stared.

"You're supposed to answer," Hitoshi reminded him and Mic send him a slight glare as I couldn't help but to snicker.

"I— yea— yes!" Aizawa called out in both confusion and shock, "Fuck yeah, I'll marry you!"

Mic laughed and got up. Aizawa got up to before I had to look away.

Hitoshi made a disgusted noise as the two kissed.

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But that's how it had happened, the two had plans to marry now. I knew it would be tomorrow, and I was very much excited!