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“Can we do something a little different? There’s a song I wanted to try out on you guys that hasn’t been released yet. What do you say?” I shout into the microphone, cheers erupting as the crowd riles up.
The others look between themselves, curious and confused by what’s happening. I hadn’t told any of them my plan, knowing someone would slip and tell the entire thing to the one person it’s made to surprise - Kirishima.
“Well, what do you guys think?” I ask, turning to them and getting shrugs in response.
“If they want it, why not? I’m ready for a surprise,” Sero pipes up, looking out over the crowd.
They roar back in response and Jirou comes out from backstage to hand me an acoustic guitar. She’s the only other person aware of my plan, the only one I trust enough to keep my secret. A few whistles cry out at her appearance, another well-known face showing up at our concert.
“Alright, I’ll play it - but you all have to be quiet. It’s a special song I didn’t tell anyone about, you all get a special look at a work-in-progress. Understand?” They comply, falling nearly silent around me. It’ll have to do, can’t shut them up completely.
Guitar fills the auditorium, phone flashlights immediately pointed in my direction. It’s a song I wrote not long ago for someone I didn’t think would mean so damn much to me. I didn’t think anyone would mean as much to me as the four other idiots on stage behind me.
“In the morning when I wake
And the sun is coming through
Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness
And you fill my head with you
Shall I write it in a letter?
Shall I try to get it down?
Oh, you fill my head with pieces
Of a song I can't get out”
It’s a very slow paced song, pauses between each line of lyrics that make it feel longer than it is. The guitar fills the gaps and makes it feel whole, just like he makes my heart feel whole. And sure, it sounds all gushy and shit, but it’s the truth. Ever since we’ve been dating, my world has been so much fucking brighter than before - I don’t want anything to sever that bond.
“Can I be close to you?
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh
Can I be close to you?
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh”
A guitar filled silence erupts and I allow myself to sway to the beat. It’s a simple enough rhythm with little need for any other instrumentals. I can hear the movement behind me as the others join me at the front of the stage, surrounding me. I make eye contact with Kirishima and see a wide array of emotions flowing through his eyes, threatening to spill out at any second.
“Can I take you to a moment
Where the fields are painted gold?
And the trees are filled with memories
Of the feelings never told?
When the evening pulls the sun down
And the day is almost through
Oh, the whole world, it is sleeping
But my world is you”
The crowd is still quiet as they can manage, but I can hardly see them over the beauty of the man before me - he’s all I could ever fucking hope and dream of calling mine. Without Kirishima in my life, who knows where I would be. Without Kirishima, I don’t know if I would’ve made it anywhere in life. He’s taught me more than I could’ve ever fucking imagined possible and has been more patient and kind than anyone else ever fucking has. He’s my image of perfection and there isn’t a thing in the entire damn universe that can compare to him, nothing and no one else even comes fucking close. How could they hope to compete with a fucking angel?
“Can I be close to you?
(Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah)
Can I be close to you?
(Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah)”
It’s a long guitar solo, giving me enough time to signal to the others to fuck off give us space without having to break eye contact. They move back a bit to the middle of the stage, giving me the needed space for what comes after this song, the whole reason I wrote it in the first damn place. I can’t mess this up, I only have one fucking chance to blow. After that, it’s all over. Right back where I started this shitshow.
“Can I be close to you?
(Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah)
Can I be close to you?
(Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah)
Can I be close to you?
Ooh, ooh”
He’s on the brink of all out crying when my hands come to rest on my guitar. There’s so much pure emotion shining in his ruby eyes, so much I want to experience with him. One thing left to do, one chance to do it. Don’t fuck this up.
“Kirishima, there’s something I need to ask you. Something very important,” I start, slinging the guitar onto my back using the strap before taking his hands in my own. Breathe, dammit, breathe - don’t fuck up.
“Bakugou?” He softly replies, watching me intently.
“Kirishima, it’s your birthday today - you should know that. And since it’s such a big day for you, I wanted to show just how much you mean to me. Will you allow me to do so?” I ask, hinting at my true intentions but not trying to ruin the surprise.
“I… sure? What is all this for?” He asks, allowing me to turn him towards the giant screen now lowering itself at the back of the stage.
“Just watch, it’ll explain itself.” A video starts playing, a collage of memories and little videos taken over the years we’ve known each other. There are parts with the others, but it mainly focuses on the two of us. What did you expect? To be all gushy about each fucking person or the one I want by my side for the rest of my life?
“Bakugou… did you… did you make this for me?” Kirishima breathes, his voice only amplified by the microphone between us.
“Just watch Shitty Hair, I told you it’ll explain itself. You can’t rush it,” I reply more harshly than I intended to, nerves getting to me and causing me to grow more agitated.
He watches the rest in silence, smiles and laughs at the humorous pieces, and quivering lips and a tear or two at the more emotional parts. Watching the finished product myself has me wanting to relive the moments shown again, longing to dive through the screen just to experience it again. Thankfully, the crowd is into the video too and waits patiently for whatever happens next. Things are working out how I wanted.
Finally, the video ends and I move Kirishima back so we’re facing each other again. “Kirishima Eijirou, you mean the world to me. You’re my better half and I couldn’t ask for anything more than what you are. I’m wholly and completely in love with you, it’s not even funny. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, together. I just need to know…”
I drop to one knee and take the shining ring from the pocket in my jean jacket, Kirishima’s hands going to cover his mouth as he just watches me. His eyes leak the tears he tried to keep in, small rivers flowing down his face and gathering at his chin. He looks amazing as ever, no matter what he does.
“Kirishima Eijirou, would you make me the happiest fucking person in this goddamn world? Will you marry me?” I get the words out and it’s better than I ever dreamed.
He launches himself into my arms at lightning fast speed, burying his head into my neck and crying out. “Yes, yes, yes - a million times yes!”
I squeeze him tight in my arms, all pent up feelings are released in the embrace and my lungs fill with the refreshing scent of my fiance. My own eyes threaten to betray me, wet tears pooling at the edges of my eyes. Squeals and shouts of praise are drowned out when Kirishima pulls away to look into my eyes. The stage lights hit his face at the perfect angle, casting a honey glow on his skin and making his eyes sparkle brighter than any star in the night sky.
“Dumbass,” I try to say before he surges forward and connects us in a searing kiss.
It’s not like the others we’ve shared, it’s like being brought back to the first time all over again. The only ever time Kirishima truly made me nervous, before we called each other by first names and said three words that define everything.
“I love you; I love you more than spicy food, I love you more than mountain climbing, I love you more than Mineta loves to harass girls. You are my light, you are my everything. I can’t live without you, you complete me,” I breathe out when he parts.
“Katsuki, you’re going to make me cry again!” He weakly cries, softly tapping my shoulder.
“Eijirou, the only tears you’ll ever shed when your with me will be from happiness. I promise you, nothing will ever hurt you when I’m around.”
“Shut up and give me the ring already!” I smile and comply, sliding the metal over his left hand, locking our bond in place. He’s mine, totally and completely.
“Until death do us part, in sickness and in health, you’re not getting rid of me. You’re stuck with me now Shitty Hair,” I declare, standing up and taking him with me.
“I’m fine with that Bakubro. Shall we take a final bow?” And that’s exactly what we do. Hand in hand with my soulmate, the crowd screams out around us. Everything I’ve ever wanted is now mine to have and to hold, nobody else will ever compare.