It was around 1:00am when you heard your phone buzz, you were up late binge watching a show because why not? But upon checking the message, you freeze.. it’s a message from Katsuki. An invitation to his wedding, followed by a text..

katsuki Bakugo: I miss you, the weding is next month on the 7th.

You stare at the message for a long time, unsure of what to say.. you can tell he’s drunk. He spelled wedding wrong. You were your time as teenagers, how you’d pray that he would like you back, go places you’d never go just for the chance he’d see you.. You couldn’t believe he still thought of you after all these years.

Still, you thumbs up’d the message and spent the weeks leading up to the wedding stressing. Should you go? Should you not? But eventually, you forced yourself to go. You bought a suit, got a haircut, styled yourself up nice and drove to the place.

Climbing out of the car, your mind raced.. would he even remember you? The times you together. You walked up the steps like you were walking to your death, your mind going to the time Katsuki had thought his dad was dying and you’d ran to his house in the middle of the night.. when you found out he wasn’t, you got caught in the moment.. and kissed him. You winced at the thought, your hand hovering over the door handle into the venue.. that night, he could’ve hurt you.. it would’ve been easy but he didn’t.. and instead never brought it up again. With a sigh, you grab the handle and enter the venue.. maybe you can avoid him, right? Even if you two did interact, couldn’t you just act like you couldn’t see that nothing’s the same?

Little did you know that the now-sober Katsuki still remembered that text, and couldn’t help it as he scanned the crowd for your face with his eyes. Standing there, surrounding my his groomsmen, tux and all, searching..