Everyone settled down again but Deku still seemed to have something on his mind and you worried that that experience had ruined the rest of the night for him.
It had, in a way.
He was rattled by the fact that he had relaxed so much that he didn’t even notice a foreigner in the mix.
“How could I be so stupid as to not keep an eye out! I should have know some magazine would send a spy in! What if I hadn’t caught him? Those pictures would have been all over the Internet and front covers by tomorrow, ruining our special day together. What if they had written something horrible about Y/N and she saw it?”
He looked at you sadly.
“I failed… I failed to make this a safe, happy day…”
You caught his sad look and your face fell.
“Izuku?” you asked him.
He snapped out of his internal monologue and blinked, realizing that he was still frowning so quickly smiling to cover his sadness.
“What’s wrong?” you asked him, “why are you sad?”
“N-No, it’s nothing!” he replied, waving his hands, “it’s fine.”
You knew he was keeping something from you.
The speeches continued and everyone was having a good time, except Deku, who kept making a frustrated or sad face and you kept checking in on him to bring him back out of his little world.
By the time the end of reception came, you were exhausted. It has been a big day and having Deku acting a little unhappy didn’t help your mental health.
The minute you had said goodbye to everyone and had hopped into the car to go to the airport, you turned to your man.
“Izu,” you said sternly, “what is the matter?” You grabbed his cute freckled cheeks and forced him to look at you, giving him a very hard look.
His eyes met yours and his face softening then tears brimming along the lower lids.
“Baby?” you asked softly when you saw he had cracked.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, your gut twisting when you saw the look on his face. Had he been unfaithful? Did he want to separate? Why was he making that face?
“Why are you sorry?” you asked sadly, “did I do something wrong?”
“Oh! No, no, no, it’s not you!” he replied quickly, shaking his head in your hands, “it’s me! I failed to make today a safe and happy day for you. I didn’t even notice the photographer there. What would have happened if he got away with pictures?”
He hung his head with despair.
“Izu,” you hummed sympathetically, leaning in and kissing his lips gently, “no one got hurt… except maybe the guy himself, but it’s fine?”
“No. The magazines can sometimes write mean things and I didn’t want them to get any pictures of you because they’ll make up a story that isn’t true or they’ll say something about how you look or—,”
“Izu, baby,” you coo’d, “we’ve been together for such a long time… do you not think that I’ve grown used to what the papers say about me… or us?”
He let his stiff shoulders relax a little and that mildly tortured expression vanished from his face.
“Today was perfect.” You kissed his lips gently again. “Thank you for protecting me like that.”
He let a soft smile show. “Anything for you… my wife.”
Your heart fluttered and you grinned from ear to ear.
“I love you calling me wife.”
He reached out and hugged you, pulling you into his arms as the taxi sped along to the hotel beside the airport- ready for your departure to your honeymoon destination tomorrow.
You got plenty of stares and congratulations from strangers as you arrived in the lobby of the hotel in your wedding outfit.
“Did you get married today?” people gasped with excitement, “congratulations!”
You and Deku thanked your fan and headed to the reception desk to sign in.
The lady took you to your room and you entered, breathing a sigh of relief that the day was done!
“I’m going to take a shower,” you said to Deku, “I can’t wait to get out of this!”
You pointed to your outfit and gave him a sweatdropped smile.
“I mean, it’s lovely, but it’s very fitted.”
“You look beautiful,” he said with a soft, loving look.
“You look really good too,” you said to him, the two of you falling silent as you simultaneously remembered that tonight was the wedding night.
You knew what was going to happen and your core started to heat up.
“I’ll be quick,” you said to him and he nodded with a blush and started unbuttoning his shirt, his muscular chest showing through the small break in the buttons.
Your eyes ghosted his chest then you turned to the bathroom.
“It’s so cute that he still gets flustered about the thought of sex even when we’ve done it so many times.”
You wrestled with your outfit, finally getting it off then getting to work, pulling the pins from your hair and detangling your hairspray laden locks as best you could.
“I guess I’ll just try and wash the make up off my face in the shower as best I can…” you thought as you turned the shower on.
Once it was a good temperature, you hopped in, a sweet moan escaping your lips as the hot water hit your stiff shoulders.
“It’s been such a full on day,” you thought as you tipped your head back and ran the water through your hair, “I can’t wait for some down time.”
You washed your hair with the complimentary shampoo and conditioner and tried to clean the make up off your face with a bit of soap but you could tell it wasn’t getting much off – as the mascara was just smearing all over your palms.
Finishing off, you got out and used the towel to rub a clear circle in the misted mirror.
“Oh! Heck?!” you gasped when you saw your face in the mirror. It was absolutely covered in the black mascara and a hint of red from the lipstick.
“How the hell am I supposed to get this off?!”
You got more soap and lathered it on your face, rubbing firmly around your eyes and lips to rid yourself of the mess but it was only doing the bare minimum to clean the make up off.
“Why won’t this come off?!” You kept scrubbing, squealing with pain whenever you accidentally got soap in your eyes, before going at it again with the soap around the eyes.