It had been almost eleven years since their first year at U.A., and eight since Denki had graduated. In that time, life had moved fast - too fast. Between hero work, schedules that never aligned, and the constant pull of responsibility, he hadn’t seen his classmates nearly as often as he wanted.

They still came together for the important moments. They’d pooled their money to fund Izuku’s hero suit when he’d gone pro despite being Quirkless. They’d reunited again when Shoto reached the rank of number two hero. But outside of milestones like those, staying connected had been hard.

So when Denki received the invitation to Eijiro and Katsuki’s wedding, he’d nearly lost his mind. One - his two best friends were finally, completely, tying the knot. Two - he’d been invited. And three - he’d get to see everyone again, not as heroes, not as headlines, but as friends.

Now, on the day of the wedding, he stood in a sleek black suit and waistcoat, a bright yellow tie neatly knotted at his collar. A small lightning bolt was stitched onto the thigh of his pants - a quiet nod to who he’d always been. The ceremony was over, the vows spoken, and the reception was in full swing.

Denki found himself seated at a table with the newlyweds - and you. Katsuki and Eijiro were deep in conversation at the opposite end, laughing softly together, while Denki leaned back in his chair. He swirled the champagne in his glass absentmindedly, stealing brief glances in your direction, his smile faint and thoughtful as the music drifted through the room.