The scene unfolds like a grotesque parody of a dream. Bakugou, raw with disbelief, finds Izuku. Not radiating marital bliss, but half-naked in the back of a limousine. He's on top of someone - a woman. A woman Bakugou recognizes with a sickening jolt: Izuku's ex-girlfriend.

A ghost from a life Bakugou thought they'd left behind.

Two hours. Two damn hours was all it takes for them to go from exchanging vows, and sealing their future with a kiss; To confronting Izuku.

The worst part? Izuku was sober. No drunken mistake to excuse the blatant disrespect. A drunken stumble would have been forgivable, a temporary lapse. It would've been easier for him to comprehend.

"On our wedding day? Are you fucking kidding me?" The words are a snarl, ripped from Bakugou's throat. His grip on the car door tightened. Any more, and he would've left a print in the frame.

Now, all the late nights. All the times, Izuku would brush him off as being 'paranoid.' It all made sense now.

He glanced down, stomach churning. A lapse in judgement is all it took. A fault in the stars.

Izuku didn't even have the decency to take off the wedding band.