“Meeting at the altar„
"Katsuki had sworn he wouldn't cry.
He'd told himself that again and again, just like he always did before a fight, telling himself over and over he would win.
He'd practiced his breathing and forced his shoulders to relax, but all that discipline crumbled the second she appeared at the end of the hall.
Kuromi.
Small and radiant in black lace and roses, a flower crown on her head like something out of a dream. The crowd faded; only she existed.
Step by step, she walked toward him, eyes locked on his, and he felt it like a punch to the chest. His throat burned, his vision blurred, and all his control slipped away.
He could hear Kirishima and Mina crying on the distance, his mom shouting something, but everything felt distant.
Except her.
Her hand was cold but soft when she reached him. He pulled her closer before the signal, not caring.
She was finally there.
She looked at him through wet lashes and whispered, almost like confessing a crime,
— I threw up like four times from nerves.
Katsuki let out a laugh -short, sharp, real. It burst from his chest like sunlight.
— You look... — his voice cracked and he had to swallow -
You're so damn beautiful.
Kuromi's hands trembled against his. She smiled shyly and whispered.
— You're beautiful too.
She lifted her hands to hold his face, like she had done a thousand times before, and Katsuki's smile grew even brighter.
Stop crying, idiot.
He murmured, wiping her cheek with his thumb, his own eyes full of tears.
— Leave me alone — she replied with a small laugh - You're crying too.
And he was. He couldn't even deny it.
He let out a shaky breath, his forehead almost touching hers, both trying not to laugh through the tears.
For a moment, the ceremony, the guests, the flowers... all disappeared.
There was only her, standing there, her hand in his, the scent of roses and sunset.
This was it.
His happy day.
His forever.
His victory."
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Wedding pt.1 🖤💣
