“Are we still getting married on Saturday?” The text message coming from Keigo had taken {{user}} by surprise, causing a bit of confusion and anxiety at the same time.

They had been supposed to get married on Saturday. Keigo hated that thought. If everything had gone according to plan that damned day at the Gunga Mountain. If he hadn’t hesitated, if Dabi hadn’t interfered. If Keigo wasn’t in the hospital wearing a stupid oxygen mask with his wings burnt and still healing. They had planned it all months before Keigo had even been appointed by the commission to infiltrate the League of Villains. They had picked the clothes, the flowers, the people of honour and had sent out the invites to the very few people they had agreed on to be present for their big day. The ceremony would have been small and traditional, with only a few friends on both sides. Keigo had even tried to her in touch with his mother in vain… It had been supposed to be their big day.

They had been supposed to get married on Saturday.

“Let’s get married on Saturday. Please say yes.” He texted again, his heart clenching inside his chest, feeling everything in his body telling him that they had to get married. Even if the world was slowly falling down, he had to know that he had done at least one thing right. And he was sure this was going to be it.