“Guys, I don’t know if I can fucking do this,” Katsuki told his four groomsmen while he paced around the changing room, hair a mess and palms sweaty. Fuck, he felt like he was going to accidentally explode something.
“Yes, you can,” Eijirou insisted, stepping in front of his path, looking perfectly impeccable in his black suit. “C’mon man, you’re one of the top 10 heroes in the world, you can totally do this!”
“I feel like I’m gonna pass out,” he told them, bracing his hands on his knees as he took a deep breath.
“Why don’t you get Katsuki a glass of water?” Mina suggested as she appeared by his side, her black eyes accentuated by her black suit. Denki nodded, got to his feet and left the room.
“Why don’t you sit down, man?” Hanta said, gesturing to the sofa.
“Can someone open a fucking window?” he barked, loosening his necktie. “It’s fucking boiling in here.”
“Sure man,” Hanta said as he went over to the window. Katsuki sat down in a heap on the sofa, bouncing his feet nervously.
“Fuck, I can’t fucking do this,” he choked out, feeling as if his throat was closing up.
“Dude, take a deep breath,” Eijirou instructed as he sat down on his left side.
“Don’t worry, this is totally normal,” Mina assured him, placing a hand gently on his shoulder as she sat on his right.
“ It is!? ” he asked, his voice cracking in the middle of his statement.
“Yep,” she nodded, her black eyes kind and caring. “Everyone gets nervous on their wedding day. Hell, Deku’s probably just as nervous as you are!”
“Fuck, m-maybe this is a big mistake,” he rambled, breath quickening in his chest. “Maybe we shouldn’t-“
“I’m gonna stop you right there,” Mina said, raising a pink hand to cut him off. “You’re not backing out of this, Katsuki. You love Deku, don’t you?”
“Of fucking course I do!” he shouted angrily. “I love her more than anything! There’s never any doubt about that!”
“Okay, so you want to marry her, right?” she asked, cocking a brow at him.
“Well, yeah, but-“
“No buts!” she shouted, grabbing him by the shoulders and squeezing them. “You want to marry her, so that’s what you’re gonna do!”
“Yeah bro,” Eijirou smiled, sharp teeth glinting in the sun light. “Just picture how beautiful Deku’s gonna look in her wedding gown. You wouldn’t want to disappoint her, would you?”
“Of course not,” he whispered, thinking of her in her dress. He hadn’t seen her dress yet, as per tradition, but he was sure she was to look stunning. He couldn’t wait to see her in all her glory. He was positive she would look like a goddess...
“Yep, he’s thinking about it,” Hanta laughed, giving the other groomsmen a side eyed glance. “You can do this, man.”
“Alright, alright,” he said, taking a deep breath.
“Good,” Mina smiled, reaching up to fix his neck tie as Hanta fixed his hair.
“I’m back,” Denki said, walking into the room with a glass of water. “You doing better, man?”
“Yeah... yeah,” he sighed, taking the offered glass and gulping it down.
“We just made him think of Deku in her wedding dress,” Mina informed him, straightening out her suit sleeves.
“Oh, I saw her on my way back,” Denki told them, causing Katsuki’s head to snap up to him.
“R-really?” he asked.
“What did she look like?” Eijirou inquired, a curious look on his face.
“She looked beautiful,” Denki revealed, eyes wide as he recalled what he saw. “Like, she looked, wow. I only caught a glimpse of her, but oh, my god, she looked, she looked amazing! Heh, amazing feels like an understatement, but I don’t know any words that perfectly describe her,” he laughed. “But I guess I’ll leave that to you, eh, Katsuki?”
“Y-yeah, sure,” he nodded, delving deep in thought. If this was Denki’s reaction, what was he going to see? He hoped he didn’t pass out. A knock came at the door, drawing everyone’s attention.
“Yes?” Hanta asked, the door swinging open afterwards. The wedding planner slithered inside, an excited expression on her face reptilian face.
“Bakugou-sssssan? Groomsssssmen? It’sssss time,” she hissed happily. “Follow me, pleassssse.” His friends looked to him, assuring smiles on their faces.
“You ready dude?” Eijirou asked, holding a hand out to him.
“Yeah,” he said, taking the offered hand and allowing himself to be pulled up. He followed the wedding planner to where the main event was, followed by his four groomsmen. They all walked down the hallway in mostly silence.
“Nervousssss?” the wedding planner asked, looking over her shoulder at him.
“Eh, y-yeah,” he stammered, wiping his hands on his pants.
“Don’t worry,” she smiled as best as she could manage. “Lotsssss of people are nervoussssss. It’sssss totally normal. Jusssssst breathe, okay?”
“Yeah, breathe,” he gulped, nodding along to her encouraging words.
“Hey, there are the bridesmaids! Awe, they’re all so good!” Mina cheered as they walked over.
“Hi guys!” Ockako, the maid of honor waved. She, along with Tsu, Iida and Shoto wore dark maroon ensembles, the ladies in dresses and the men in suits. They all looked pretty sharp, if Katsuki said so himself. Not that he’d say that out loud. He’d probably vomit if he did.
“Hi Bakugou-san!” Eri waved, dressed in her adorable red poofy dress and flower basket in hand. “I’m so excited!”
“Yeah, me too,” he smiled, patting the top of her head.
“Don’t mess it up,” Kouta said bluntly, the ringbearing pillow in hand.
“Fuck off, Squirt,” he scoffed, hiding a small, fond smirk from the brat.
“Alright everyone!” the wedding planner announced, drawing everyone’s attention. “Pair up, pleasssse!” Everyone calmly found their pair. Eijirou, Katsuki and the official would walk to the front together followed by the bridesmaids and groomsmen pairs: first was Iida and Hanta, followed by Tsu and Denki, next was Shoto and Mina, and lastly was Ochako, all on her own. Next would be the ring bearer, Kouta, followed up by Eri as the flower girl.
Then, after an agonizing wait, Izuku would walk in, escorted by her father, Yagi Toshinori. He was going to fucking pass out.
“Remember man,” Eijirou said, placing a calming hand on his shoulder as he spoke gently into his ear. “Just breathe, okay?”
“Yeah... breathe,” he sighed, taking a few deep breaths. The music started, and he felt himself freeze up in anticipation. The official pushed through the doors, and he and Eijirou had to follow. His heartbeat pounded in his ears and his chest, almost threatening to burst from his rib cage. The chairs were filled up with family and friends, friends from UA, teachers and fellow pro heroes. They were all watching him with wide smiles and some had tears in her eyes. Putting one shaky foot in front of the other, he and Eijirou followed the official to the alter, Katsuki stopping to stand beside it as the red head stepped off to the side. He looked over at the front row to see Izuku’s mother already crying, not that he was surprised. Like mother, like daughter. He glanced over at his own parents, his old hag of a mother looking smugly proud and his father looking on the brink of tears.
The bridesmaids and groomsmen began to walk in after that, arms linked together, and they split apart once they got to the alter, groomsmen on his side and bridesmaids on Izuku’s side. Ochako brought up the rear, a bright and excited smile on her face. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, her pinky raised just like always, before walking over to the other bridesmaids.
Kouta came in, looking quite sharp in his tux, wearing his ugly red sneakers that he got in honor of Izuku. He looked like he was taking his job quite seriously, and took care not to drop the rings he carried. Then came Eri, gleefully tossing flower petals everywhere, eliciting laughs from everyone in attendance. Once the two children were stood off to the side, Katsuki’s heart rate increased. This was it, it was almost time.
The wedding music began to play and everyone turned around in their seats to see the giant doors swing open once more, revealing the bride and her father.
“Holy shit,” he whispered under his breath as his eyes went wide, his jaw went slack and his face heated up. Izuku looked gorgeous, utterly perfect in her wedding dress. The ball gown style dress had an off the shoulder top and a form fitting bodice that tapered into a poofy linen bottom. The bodice and dress had gold and white flowers woven into the fabric, a long train pulling behind her. Her veil was attached by a golden flower crown that draped down to the middle of her gown, delicately outlining her bare shoulders. The large bouquet she held was of white roses with gold leaves.
She looked utterly breathtaking. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she walked gracefully to the alter, too stunned to do anything. She smiled brightly at him, sending his heart beat off the charts.
He was definitely going to pass out.
As she got to the bottom of the steps, she turned to Toshinori and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which he had to lean down to receive. She turned back to Katsuki, pulled up her dress and walked up the steps, giddily biting her bottom lip as she smiled. He could do nothing but stare as she stood opposite of him, looking like an absolute angel. He couldn’t hear anything over the roaring in his ears, even when she began to move her lips.
“What?” he asked, shaking his head slightly. Everyone in attendance began to laugh, amused by his lapse in attention.
“The vows,” she whispered, giggling fondly at him.
“O-oh, shit, right,” he stammered as he looked down, taking a deep breath before looking back up at her. “Izuku, you’re... fuck, h-how do I even put it? You’re amazing. You’ve seen me through my worst, and still thought I was worth staying with. It’s hard being with a hero, especially since I’m such an asshole.” Everyone chuckles, including Izuku, who’s smile is nearly blinding.
“I’m the person I am today because of you,” he went on, looking her straight in the eye. “You challenged me to be better, as a hero and as a person. And, I’m so fucking ecstatic to have you, forever.” Izuku looked close to tears at his speech, a wet smile on her face. “Tch, damn over emotional nerd,” he whispered.
“Oh, Kacchan,” she whispered, looking as if she was over the moon. She took a deep breath before she began her own set of vows.
“Katsuki,” she began, her voice making his knees weak. “Ever since we were kids, I’ve always known you would be amazing. Either as a hero, or as a man, I knew you were destined for greatness. You were an inspiration to me, and you still are. You’re what drove me to become a hero, and you motivated me when I was at my lowest. I knew, even when we were in UA, that I loved you and wanted to be with you for the rest of my life. And even though you were a total tsundere,” everyone laughed, “I knew you loved me too.”
“Damn nerd,” he scoffed, his cheeks aflame and a smile on his face. “I love you.” She giggled in response, love in her eyes and smile, full of overwhelming happiness.
“Now, if there is no one who objects to this union,” the official said, “we will now exchange the rings.” Kouta hopped up to the alter, standing dutifully by Izuku’s side as they both grabbed the rings. With shaking hands, Katsuki slipped the ring onto her finger, and she did the same for him. They held their hands together, Katsuki holding back tears, as the official spoke.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the official said, a smile on his face. “You may now kiss.”
And kiss they did. Katsuki grabbed his wife, his wife, and dipped her so he could kiss her dramatically. He could feel her giggling into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as she cocked her head to the side to deepen the kiss. Everyone cheered as they kissed, laughing and clapping in support.
“Way to go, Katsuki!” he heard Eijirou cheer amongst the cacophony of noise. He’s sure his mother said something smart-assy, but was too caught up in the euphoria of kissing his wife, his wife! They broke the kiss, content to just stare at each other as giggles continued to escape from her lips. He was so in love with her, full of utter adoration for his now wife.
“I love you, Izuku,” he murmured, smiling happily down at her.
“I love you too, Katsuki.”