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Mitsuki’s getting misty-eyed despite her best efforts. It fucking sucks, she didn’t want to cry. She’s not some basic mom, overflowing with feelings and desperate to show everyone how much she cares for her son but fuck, looking at how Eijirou and Katsuki’s eyes find each other again and again, not able to stray for even a minute is too fucking sweet.
Her fucking baby just got married! It’s not that she never saw it coming. Katsuki is a fucking wonder so, of course, he found love. But he didn’t just find Eijirou…no, he’s surrounded with love in so many different ways.
It’s in how Denki keeps getting between the happy couple, teasing about how he’s not a third wheel but part of their throuple. It’s in how Shouto keeps pouting whenever Katsuki insists there’s no one best man. It’s in how Izuku has been crying so much that the rigid boy with eyeglasses keeps bringing him water. It’s in how Camie has already scolded four different guests to not steal from the table centerpieces she designed yet.
It’s in how the wedding party is dressed in ivory white.
Mitsuki had been terrified of what Eijirou would decide for their clothes since Katsuki had washed his hands of the decision. To her surprise, the redhead impressed her with his styling for the first time in his life.
He picked cream white dress pants and a shirt of the same color for Katsuki. He knew his man well enough to let him skip the jacket, finishing the outfit with a deep red waistcoat and a maroon tie. Katsuki has already rolled up his sleeves but even Mitsuki never could keep him looking formal for too long.
For himself, Eijirou chose to wear the same tie as his husband. He paired it with dress pants of the same maroon color, an ivory white shirt, and a cream white jacket with a maroon pocket square. Masaru added the final touches to their outfits by adding a gold lapel pin in the shape of two gears on Katsuki’s waistcoat and little gold explosion cufflinks for Eijirou. Mitsuki wasn’t too fond of the details but knew what they meant to the two.
Of course, because Eijirou was a sappy fuck, he subverted the tradition of the grooms wearing white by insisting his entire wedding party wear it instead. He said he wanted everyone to know that while the marriage was obviously Katsuki and his, this wedding party was to celebrate how they had all supported their love.
Mitsuki had wanted to kill him for the idea until Katsuki nudged her shoulder and said “we’ll be the only ones in color. The photos will look fucking great.”
So here they are, two pops of red in a sea of white. They’re surrounded by their friends, their families, their mentors. Eijirou’s family has finally settled on their table though from the mischievous wink his mama sends Mitsuki, she knows they have big plans to embarrass the couple. A woman after her own heart, Mitsuki thinks as she nods back.
Her eyes come back to the couple. She chuckles as Katsuki swats away Enji Todoroki’s hand reaching out to ruffle his hair. Eijirou steps in front of him and shakes the man’s hand instead, always ready to be Katsuki’s extroverted shield. Aizawa, Usagiyama, Hakamada, and Toshinori are all politely standing in line to greet the couple. Well… the well-muscled woman isn’t exactly politely standing but Mitsuki still waits patiently until they’re all done congratulating her boys.
When they take too fucking long, Mitsuki grabs Mina and tells her they need to pick up the pace! She has something to say and the moment is slipping by her. It takes another boring ten minutes but at last, everyone quietens and sits down.
Mitsuki’s ready to make her move but her son has always had a sense for when she’s up to trouble. He refuses to pull away from where he’s melded into Eijirou’s side but hisses at her, “don’t you fucking start anything!”
Mitsuki just smirks at him and stands. She won’t even have to get everyone’s attention, if she’s right –
“YO! Mama Bakugou’s got something to say, everyone, eyes and ears on her!”
– yup, she can always rely on Denki to have his eyes on her.
She takes a final glance at her son, his kiss-bitten lips, how he can’t keep that pout on his face today, how he’s been one-handed all day ‘cause the other refuses to let go of Eijirou’s hand, how even as he looks suspiciously at her, his body is turned towards Eijirou. The happiness emanating from him threatens to drown her already.
She looks away from him and takes a deep breath. Here she goes.
“When Katsuki was a very young boy, we had a conversation that changed the trajectory of our relationship,” Mitsuki smiles into her tulip glass, the champagne flittering in the same gold as the mother and son’s hair. Out the corner of her eye, she can see Katsuki glaring at her and trying to silence her with exaggerated hand movements.
Eijirou looks at him like he always does - like he is the very source of the universe, the Big Bang exploding into existence. Like Katsuki is everything that is good and light and love. And he’s right, that is who Katsuki is.
Mitsuki lets her pause last a few seconds later before she already starts crying. She will. She knows she will but damn it, there is a correct point in the speech for her to do it.
“Shush, Katsuki,” she grins, feeling a moment of overwhelming love pass through her, “it’s your wedding. I get to tell the world how you brought this love into existence through your sheer stubbornness.”
Katsuki’s eyes widen and his cheeks color pink. He looks so beautiful like that. Her shy baby. She thought no one would ever see this side of him. Instead, they are in a wedding hall full of people that see Katsuki.
Her eyes end up watering like she has no control over her body. Katsuki ducks his head and tsks, choosing to bury his face in Eijirou’s jacket. That’s all the permission she needs.
“So,” she chuckles wetly, “for those of you know him, and despite the size of this wedding party, I know every single one of you does know Katsuki, you know Katsuki is sensitive. Oh, he hides it behind his bad-boy persona and the withering glares he inherited from me, but he’s actually soft as a marshmallow. He was upset his father had told him he could get his own princess. No, you see… my Katsuki, he wanted a dragon instead.”
Eijirou sucks in a sharp breath, eyes finally leaving Katsuki to look at Mitsuki in pure wonder.
“Yeah Eiji, the little brat always gets what he wants, doesn’t he?” Mitsuki winks at Eijirou and his eyes scrunch up as he lets out a wondrous laugh, pulling Katsuki even closer to him, “so here I am, the mother of a little boy who just came out to me… and then went beyond by telling me the man he will love will be brave and courageous and oh, so strong!” a tear swims down her cheek. He did it. He really did find him. She knows it when she sees how the lapel of Eijirou’s jacket gets wet with her baby’s tears and in how close Eijirou holds him even as tears rain down his own handsome face.
“His love will stand by his side, his equal, and oh. Oh, his love will love him with the same passion and intensity Katsuki always gives to what he truly wants.”
She pauses to take another deep breath and delicately dabs her napkin on her wet cheek, “o-oh, excuse me, the tears aren’t supposed to come till a little later. Some of you may wonder how that’s like a dragon. But you see, Katsuki never wanted just any dragon. No, he wanted the one from his imagination. A red giant, size spanning beyond Katsuki’s play den, big enough to wrap around Katsuki and hide him from the nosy eyes of the world when he needed it. Katsuki never wanted a protector. He wanted someone who would fight by his side and pull him back from the darkness when it threatened to dim his bright light. His dragon was mighty but gentle. Someone who led with kindness, someone who outshone the sun itself, someone who only had eyes for Katsuki -”
“THAT’S EIJIROU! oh fuck, sorry…” Mina’s scream immediately dies down as Hanta smacks her shoulder.
Mitsuki rolls her eyes at that, choosing to be gracious and move past it only because today is today, “as I was saying, Katsuki’s dragon…well, now that sounds a lot like someone we know, doesn’t it?”
She pauses there to look at her baby. He is still hidden in Eijirou’s massive frame but his fiery red eyes are locked on Mitsuki.
“I love you,” she mouths at him.
He pushes his face out of Eijirou’s beefy arms and mouths back, “fuck you.”
Mitsuki’s grin turns sharp.
“So. Let’s fast forward to the first time I met Eijirou!”
“NO!” Katsuki screams.
Mitsuki ignores him, “it wasn’t unusual to have Katsuki’s ‘friends’ at home. He was a very popular boy all throughout his life. We would have new circles of friends popping in and out throughout his elementary school years. I’ll be honest, Masaru and I never liked those boys,” she also ignores Masaru’s quiet “dear” and continues on, “so when Katsuki got into UA, something we never even made a backup plan for, and his first friend came by… I looked out the window and I saw this bright, happy boy with the worst fashion sense I have ever seen and he’s looking at Katsuki like he has never seen someone like him. And well, I thought… here’s another of Katsuki’s followers. With that, I made sure we have enough for dinner and moved on with my day. As far as I knew, nothing life-changing had happened.”
“But when Eijirou and Katsuki came down for dinner, the first thing Eijirou did was bow to me and oh, he bowed so low, he nearly touched the floor! So points rack up for Eijirou, he’s got manners! He asks me how I am and tells me I must be amazing if I’m Katsuki’s mom. And you know, he sounded so fucking earnest that I knew he wasn’t even trying to butter me up. It only got better. Masaru and I could not stop stealing glances as we saw Eijirou shove Katsuki for trying to take his share of the meat. Or how he loudly…very LOUDLY disagreed with Katsuki about how All Might was better than Crimson Riot. Then he bared his teeth at him and told Katsuki to behave when he speaks to his mother! He held his ground against Katsuki. He took Katsuki’s teasing with a grin and then teased him back. And just like that, we knew just how special he was. A real… friend. I didn’t see him much after that. They would hide away in Katsuki’s room, run out before dinner, but he’d never leave the house before bowing to Masaru and me. And every holiday, he’d send us mochi or oranges or a giant watermelon. His presence was always there at our home, either his hideous crocs at the door, the quiet addition of red to Katsuki’s wardrobe, or just the gifts he got us lying around the house.”
Mitsuki playfully glances at Katsuki. He’s subdued now, past his fear of what Mitsuki will say. His head is resting on Eijirou’s chest, quietly playing with the elaborate braid Eijirou’s hair is in today. Eijirou’s eyes are on Mitsuki, the same sheepish smile on his face that he gets every time Mitsuki brings up his fashion. She loves that despite how many times she rags on him, he refuses to change what he likes even if it is usually such an eyesore.
She turns her attention to his friends, her grin growing feral, “I honestly don’t know how I was so blind to their love but coming home early to hear my son mewling for Eijirou like a bitch in heat was the best way I could find out!”
“MOM!”
“MITSUKI!”
Her son and husband’s screams tear through the laughter racking through the room. She misses Eijirou burying his red face in his hands because her own head is thrown back and she’s laughing so hard her stomach hurts, but god, did Katsuki really think she wouldn’t tell this story?
“Okay, okay, I won’t go into detail,” she finally says much to the chagrin of Katsuki’s friends, “but let’s just say Eijirou is definitely a dragon in more ways than one!” she suppresses a chuckle at the low groan Masaru gives at that.
She bites her lip as she gets to the next part of her speech, “I remember their first fight too. You know, the real fight, the big one. I…fuck, it was hard to see Katsuki like that. I’ve never seen him so forlorn. Not even when…” her eyes flick to Katsuki’s mentors and Toshinori’s grim smile is all she needs to not go down that route, “anyway, he was nearly impossible to deal with. I had to monitor his meals to make sure he finished them. It would be easy if all we had to do was lock the booze away but we had to stop Katsuki from overtraining. We had to make sure he remembered how to feel. And I… I was at a loss. As much as I could not see Katsuki hurt like that, I didn’t know how to help either. But my husband, my sweet, tender husband, pulled Katsuki into his office one day. They didn’t come out till sundown. That became the routine. We would have a quiet meal together and then Katsuki and Masaru would lock themselves in for hours. What they did, what they talked about, I don’t think Eijirou and I will ever know. But that’s okay.”
Mitsuki smiles softly at her husband, “I love that Katsuki’s father taught him to love as gently as I taught him to love fiercely. The way Masaru held me, tighter than ever before when Eijirou finally showed up at our door, drenched in tears and rain. The two stayed out on our porch screaming and screaming until they were kissing like they’d never part. They grew even close after that…you always do after that first big fight.”
“Love changes you. If it’s good love, the changes it brings cannot be matched. I’ve seen how Katsuki’s presence has made Eijirou stand up. He’s bolder, more confident. He’s also finally fucking learned to put himself first sometimes. And my Katsuki? He’s opened up. Now he holds space for others. Even reflects on his own behavior. I've also seen how Eijirou has made Katsuki softer. Fuck anyone who thinks that's a bad thing. We were born to love and the way these two love each other...that's the gold fucking standard.”
“I’ve gone on for fucking forever, haven’t I?” Mitsuki laughs, “I don’t have much more to say than to wish all of you the same love. Remember, it doesn’t have to be romantic. It just has to be love. Today, to Eijirou and Katsuki. Tomorrow, to all of you. Cheers!”
They’ve barely taken a sip of their drinks when Denki hollers from his place beside Katsuki as one of his best men, “looks like Eijirou got the princess instead!”
It pierces through the fond glow Mitsuki’s speech had spread through the wedding party and breaks all of them into rambunctious joy. Hoots and laughs break out across the table as Eijirou holds Katsuki back from murdering his best friend at his wedding.
Masaru’s hand squeezes Mitsuki’s. Their eyes meet as they clink their tulip glasses together. After so many years together, she doesn’t need Masaru to say it. She can tell he’s thinking their baby boy is so lucky to have found the same kind of love his parents did.