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It took a lot of work, focusing on not setting the room on fire.
Bakugou's hands were dripping with sweat.
Today was the day.
Bakugou was getting married.
He was getting married to the most amazing person he's ever met in 12 hours. It was currently 5:30, and he had just woken up. He didn't need to be up for another 6 hours, yet here he was. Sweating his ass off in his pitch-black room. His mind was running, and god, he needed to get out of this fucking room. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet hit the cold hardwood and found their way into fluffy red slippers. Bakugou dragged himself across the room to change into his running clothes, switching his red hoodie for a tight black long sleeve shirt. Pulling on his shorts and grabbing his shoes, he headed to the kitchen to grab a granola bar. Randomly picking one from the box, he stuck it in his mouth and tied his shoes. Throwing the wrapper in the trash, Bakugou headed out the door. He only hoped this would help clear his mind.
It didn't.
Bakugou was just as stressed as before except, he was now 10 times more sweaty.
Fuck.
It wasn't like he was scared or anything, hell no. He was so excited to be marrying the love of his life, but what if it didn't work.
What if they left.
What if his suit ripped.
What if it started raining.
What if the priest died before.
What if everyone couldn't come.
What if everyone didn't want to come.
What if the cake didn't show up.
What if everyone got food poisoning.
What if he set something on fire.
What if he set something on fire and his fiancé got nervous.
What if he set something on fire and his fiancé got nervous and left .
What if he set something on fire and his fiancé got nervous and left and never came back.
What if -oh, his phone's ringing.
What if his fiancé calling to say they're calling it off!
Oh, it's just Hatsume.
It's okay.
"Hey.."
"What's wrong with you? You're getting married, and you sound dead."
"If fine, just tired."
"Yeah, that's a big fat lie. If you were 'fine' like you said, you'd have called me bitch at least twice already. Now tell me, what's wrong."
"Really, it's nothing... I'm just worried."
"About what, Katsuki. That he'll leave you? Cause he won't. I've seen how that fucker looks at you. Like you're his whole fucking world. He loves you. And this wedding is going to go perfectly. I was just calling to let you know the cooks are starting on the food. It's gonna work out, I promise."
"Okay.."
"Yes, okay. And go take a shower. I know when you're stressed out, you go on runs, and you're definitely a walking fire hazard right now."
"Yeah, okay, robot bitch."
"The girls and I will be over in a couple hours to get you ready, bye Blasty."
Mei was right. His shirt was soaked with sweat, and the thick smell of caramel filled the room. He really needed to shower. Bakugou just hoped she was also right that the wedding would go perfectly too.
Heading upstairs, he undressed and turned the shower on to as hot as it would go. Stepping in when it was hot enough, he let the water run down his back, watching it drip off his hair. This was what he needed, a call from Mei and a nice hot shower. It was gonna be okay .