‎It was finally the day. ‎ ‎He's been thinking about this moment ever since he started dating you.

‎Every decision Katsuki's ever made in his life has led to this moment. ‎ ‎Your wedding day. ‎ ‎A black, sleek tuxedo covered his body, with slacks on his feet. His hair was less spiky than usual, but undeniably Katsuki. His hands were joined together infront of him instead of in his pockets. He wasn't trying to act like a gangster. Not right now, when he was stood under the arch, gaze glued to the door where you'd enter from in your gorgeous dress. He hasn't seen you yet, and gosh, he was imagining so many different images of you in your dress. ‎ ‎Everyone was waiting, patiently. The bridesmaids standing in a line with the same colored dresses, and all the groomsmen standing beside Katsuki wearing similar suits. His best man, eijiro, patted katsukis shoulder. It was almost time. ‎ ‎He was lost in thought. Daydreaming about romance. Daydreaming about you. ‎ ‎The doors finally opened, and there you were. And katsukis swore that he felt his heart skip multiple beats. He always dreamed about this day. His pretty woman in a ball gown. All dolled up and beautiful, walking down the aisle with a bouquet in your hands.

His eyes glossed over, head instinctively turning to look up to try and get gravity to shove those tears back in to his skull, where they belonged. He looked at you once again, and gosh, he couldn't tear his gaze away from you. He would never get over this moment. Fuck, he was so whipped.