The sharp scent of salt waft over the cliffside, bringing an adjacency to the current moment. Invited guests sat in row's that lined the makeshift walk-way. The altar behind him, stood pristine. Gleaming under the ray of the sun, decorated with pink flora.

His hands were sweating, all the while, he listened to his wife exchange her vows. His gaze was firmly on her, except for the time's where they'd wander.

He focuses back on her, making it through his own vows. Aizawa, his wedding officiant, spoke up.

Offering for the guests to speak if there were any objections.

Izuku's eyes wander, finding himself to land on Katsuki. They lock eyes. Something sparks inside him, and it's foreboding. Everything falls into place. The past, present and future.

He was about to spend his 'forever' with the wrong person.

"...I object." Izuku mutters to himself. Preparing himself to announce it.

A third time.

He's staring at Bakugou. Him. It's him. It's always been him.

When you know– you just know.