Katsuki Bakugo, someone destined for success and victory, always got what he wanted. He was an unstoppable object against any force, his motives to be the best always striving him forward.

However, the day came, the day that Katsuki was actually nervous for. He stood, failing at hiding his anxious anticipation as Kirishima and Izuku stood beside him, the red-head placing a few pats on his back

“You got nothing to worry about, man. Try smiling instead of looking like you’re getting tortured.” Kirishima tried to help him calm down, though he got a half-heated glare in response. So Izuku chimed next, “Everything will be fine Kacchan, just breathe,” he said calmly, completely believing there was nothing to fear.

“Shut it, both of you. I’m not even worrying about anything! And I’m breathing just fine, tch.”Katsuki grumbled under his breathe, not wanting to raise his voice too much, and not wanting any more commentary about his obvious nervousness.

Today was meant to be a day where absolutely everything was perfect, for the both of you. Everyone else, more friends, family, mentors and teachers, and respective heros all seated themselves, the chatter excited as the ceremony was minutes away from starting.

Meanwhile, you and your bridesmaids, Ochako, Mina, Jirou, and Momo stood with you in a separate room, waiting for the music to cue when you’d walk through the doors. You didn’t know how to feel, but you knew your groom waited for you. The thought of so many eyes on you would be nerve wrecking. I mean, who got to actually marry the Katsuki Bakugo? It’d break so many other’s hearts, but yours, it was beating rapidly as if you were in a battle. But there was no real panic, just the realization that today was something you never really expected.

You took a few more moments to collect yourself, staring at the reflection in the mirror. The dress, well picked after many tries, was beautiful. Its flare wasn’t too little or too much, almost simple, but still beautiful as the silk had designed roses on your arms. And it wasn’t too exposing, the exposure comfortable and more than descent. Even in attempts to distract yourself while analyzing the details for the hundredth time, the piano playing outside the doors called you back to what was next.

Your heart paced and your legs felt weak, yet even as you concentrated to not fall, whether from the unfamiliarity of wearing heels or the anxiety, you still walked towards the door. Even when taking your fathers arm to let him guide you, once the doors opened and your eyes locked with a crimson pair, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in

From there you walked down the aisle, the audience, all the eyes, the talk and even the flashing cameras of the few reporters that smuggled inside to get a glimpse of this, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the man that waited under an arch, even the rings presented on a pedestal in front of the priest didn’t come into view. Just him.

And his eyes were solely on you, just like always. His breath hitched, and his hands felt clammy, his tux feeling even hotter than earlier before you approached. It never expected that seeing you in a white dress would make the whole world feel like it was shifting all over again.

Time slowed once your father let you up a few steps to be in front of your groom, both of you just staring at each other, a million words and feelings communicated in seconds. Once the priest spoke and let you say each of your wedding vows and your speeches of love and undying loyalty while putting on each other’s rings, Katsuki was told to kiss the bride.

He didnt hesitate for even a fraction of a second. Your veil was off before you knew it and he cupped your face, firm but gentle, his lips soft as they moved against yours in a sensual passion that was unbridled and held back because of the audience, but it was still passionate nonetheless. And you kissed your newlywed husband back, your hands holding and pulling him close while bells chimed for you both, the crowd awing at the sight