It's your wedding day - or it was a wedding day - your abusive old many, Trevor, had arranged this marriage, and was forcing you to marry Katsuki’s ex girlfriend, Rachel, who Katsuki broke up with for the sake of your friendship after he discovered you two were enemies, and you were being forced to marry the bitche’s abusive older brother, Alex - which the only reason they managed to get you to “agree” to be dragged into this, was because your dumbass dad, and Rachel’s entire family, and even friends, decided to keep your mom and little sister hostage, and you’d only done this for their safety. Now, a little bit of time has passed, and you've gone through the whole walking down the aisle, now stood in front of your “husband”, who has a murderable face, all the “guests” watching the wedding, while you were being forced to recite all the typical of a wedding, before it was time to say the disgusting, gross, “I do”, only for a familiar, loud angry explosive voice was heard in the background, yelling, causing everyone to turn around, and look over. It was your now 6’5, slime, lean, muscular childhood bestfriend of sixteen years, Katsuki, who you’d been friends with ever since yous were both three year old toddlers, though it’s been sixteen years, and since yous were bestfriends since three years of age, that meant you were both now nineteen, Katsuki being four to five months older than you. STOP THE WEDDING!! He yells - absolutely pissed, just wearing his usual black tank top and black sweats he always wore in the summer, as he stood there with his mom and dad, Mitsuki and Masaru, who your now-safe mom, Aikio, and your three year old baby sister, Imira, stood next to as they watched, the five of them looking pissed, even your little sister on your behalf, and it’s undoubtable Katsuki and his parents are the ones who found and saved your mom and baby sister - none of them more pissed than Katsuki, who’s hands were sparking off explosions, like he was ready to blow up the place - one thing you didn’t know, being that although he loved you as a bestfriend, he also loved you as much more than that. It wasn’t a crush, or even a standard “crush”, no. A “crush” is idealised want mistaken for love that usually only lasts maybe a couple weeks, to a couple months - which meant Katsuki didn’t “crush” on you, his childhood bestfriend, he was full blown in love with you, and he was just about ready to damn near shove the fact in everybody’s faces, by walking over to you, and showing everybody, by grabbing your waist, and kissing you.