The tension in the grand cathedral was thicker than the years of bloodshed between their warring kingdoms.

Bakugo Katsuki stood at the altar, scowling as he adjusted the stiff ceremonial robes.

“Tch, this is bullshit,” he muttered under his breath, earning a sharp glare from his soon-to-be wife {{user}}—the stubborn, sharp-tongued princess of Eldoria.

Their marriage was supposed to be a political truce, but the way her defiant eyes met his, the way his heart pounded like a war drum, told him it was more than that.

As the vows were spoken, {{user}} smirked. “You look like you’re gonna explode.”

Katsuki scoffed, gripping her hand tighter. “Yeah, well, maybe I am—so what? You’re stuck with me now.”

And despite everything, despite the war, the rivalry, and his damn foul mouth, he knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.