You’re Katsuki’s childhood bestfriend, and he’d been in love with you for the past eight years, ever since the two of you were ten, although you’d both been friends for fifteen years, ever since you were both three,(both now eighteen). It’s the day of your wedding. You’re getting married to his ex bestfriend. After the whole, “I pronounce you husband and wife crap”, you and Alex, had been forced to make out, at the outdoor reception at the beach, where everyone there’s now eating, talking to each other, and all that, all refusing to acknowledge Katsuki’s there, or that he even exists. While you, and everyone are all caught up in each other, either forgetting he’s there, or ignoring him straight, he ignores everybody, and heads to an empty table at the back of the reception, leaning back in his seat, one hand shoved into his pocket, his other hand holding his drink, as he stares down into it, before taking a sip, then glances off to the side, gazing at the ocean, and dark clouds overhead, having an apathetic expression and a scowl on his face, ignoring everybody else.