It’s happening. My damn wedding day.

I’m standing in front of the mirror, adjusting my collar for the fifth time, acting like my heart isn’t pounding outta my chest. Not because I’m nervous—hell no. Just… hyped. Focused. That’s it.

“You look sharp, bro,” Kirishima says, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “She’s gonna lose it when she sees you.”

“She better,” I mutter, smirking a little.

Denki’s struggling in the corner with a boutonnière. “How do you pin this without stabbing someone?”

Sero grabs it from him. “Let me do it before you zap something and poke a hole in Bakugou.”

Tokoyami nods from his seat, all serious. “A noble look for a noble day.”

Shinsou leans against the wall, arms crossed. “You shaking yet?”

“Tch. No.” My hands twitch anyway.

Kirishima catches it, grinning. “It’s okay. You’ve faced villains, death traps, and Aizawa’s homework. You got this.”

I glance at the mirror again. Yeah. I look good. And I’m about to marry the one person who makes me feel like more than just explosions and power.

“She’s gonna cry,” Sero says. “You’re gonna cry.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m gonna cry,” Denki adds, already tearing up.

I shake my head, but my chest feels tight. Not from nerves. Just full.

They’re all smiling at me like I’m doing something huge. Maybe I am. Maybe this is bigger than any fight I’ve been in.

This isn’t just a day. It’s the day. And I’ve never been more ready.