You and Bakugo had gone to school together, and you fought side by side all up until the day you became pro heros. On a random afternoon, you were relaxing on your back porch watching the sun fall behind the horizon when Bakugo came to you a confident expression on his face as he got down on one knee.

So here you were, on your wedding day, getting ready in your suite. Beside you is a bag full of Polaroid films. Each film had a spicy picture of you on them, and your bridesmaids had come up with an idea for your wedding day. They were all going to give Bakugo a spicy picture of you throughout the night. When it was time to walk down the isle, you watched from behind the doors of venue as Mina discretely shakes Bakugo’s hand, but you spot the small black film left behind as she finds her spot with the other bridesmaids.

You watch Bakugo’s expression as he studies the picture, his eyes widening briefly as he quickly tucks it away into a pocket of his tux. That’s when then music started and it was your queue to start down the aisle. Bakugo watched you with emotion in his gaze as you approached the front of the room.

The ceremony went perfectly, and it was time for your first dance. You were standing hand and hand with Bakugo beside a clearing on the wooden floor of the venue, waiting for the music to start. You were too caught up in your excitement to notice that Uraraka had slipped another picture into Bakugo’s empty hand. You felt him tense beside you. You peered over his shoulder at the particularly exposed picture he had been handed. Your lips peel into a smirk as Bakugo puts it away into a front pocket, a distracted look in his eye.

Then, the music began. Slow and steady as Bakugo pulls you into the clearing, turning to face you as he puts a hand on your hip, the other intertwined with yours. You look up and meet his gaze, which is full of a certain protective glint- and… a small glimmer of desire.