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Weddings. I used to love weddings. I used to love watching the happiness on people’s faces as they exchanged vows, declaring love for each other, tears in their eyes. I always used to dream of marrying the one that I loved, with his fiery crimson eyes and spiky ash-blonde hair. My best friend, my first and only love, my beloved Kacchan. But life has a way of smacking you when you are down, because my beloved Kacchan was not marrying me today. No, he was marrying the love of his life, Emery.
Kacchan met Emery three years ago after rescuing her for a collapsed building. She flirted hardcore and he ate it up, in typical Katsuki fashion. They dated for several months; she moved in with him, and two years later he popped the question in front of all of us at a class reunion. And my heart instantly and completely shattered.
He of course immediately asked me to be his best man, and how could I turn down my beloved Kacchan?
So here I am, standing next to the love of my life, watching Emery walk down the aisle with her beautiful wedding dress, veil over her face and Kacchan is crying next to me. I inhale deeply, telling myself that I can get through this, get through today, and then cut Kacchan out of my life completely, because my heart can’t be around him anymore. It’s shattered and I can’t be in his life, watching him start a family.
Emery’s dad hands her off to Kacchan, and the priest begins the ceremony. I tune in and out, vaguely hearing what he is saying. Then the moment comes when the priest asks those famous words: “If there is anyone here who believes these two should not be wed, speak up now or forever hold your peace” and my mouth says something before my brain can even process what is coming out of my mouth.
“I do”
The whole crowd gasps. Emery looks at me in horror, and Kacchan immediately turns around to face me.
“Izuku?”
I gulp.
“I’m s-sorry K-Kacchan, I can’t l-let you m-marry her,” I stutter out.
Kacchan’s eyes grow wide, he opens and closes his mouth wanting to say something and nothing comes out.
I slowly back away, needing immediately to get out of here. My heart is racing and sweat is dripping down my forehead and down the back of my neck.
“I need, need to get out of here,” I mumble and dart away.
I can see the horrified looks of all of our friends and family looking at me, as well as Emery’s family. I hear shouting behind me, Kacchan trying to get me to stop.
“Izuku, wait!” He shouts.
I ignore him, tears streaming down my face and burst out of the church. The warm summer air smacked me in the face.
I activate Black whip and fling myself through the air and try to get as far away as I can.
I can hear multiple explosions behind me, Kacchan obviously trying to catch up to me. He shouldn’t be trying to catch up with me! He should be back in the church, marrying his soon-to-be wife!
I land on top of a roof, gasping and panting, on the verge of a panic attack as tears stream down my face.
“Izuku, please, wait!” Kacchan pleads.
I turn around, Kacchan is standing there, hair now a disheveled mess, and he is sweating. He starts walking towards me and I start to back away.
“S-stay away K-Kacchan. Go b-be with your w-wife.”
Kacchan stops and stares at me, a scowl forming on his face. He walks towards me, and my back hits a railing, and now I have nowhere left to run. (I mean I could just use Black Whip again and get out of there, but my heart doesn’t have it in me to run anymore.)
“Izuku, what do you mean you can’t let me and Emery get married?”
He looks so hurt, and I feel so bad. His best friend should be supporting him, and I just told a church full of people that I couldn’t let him marry her.
I open and close my mouth. Words wanting to come out by my brain failing to understand what needs to be said.
He walks closer to me, standing only a few feet away from me, hurt in his eyes, looking for some kind of answer in my face.
“You can’t marry her Katsuki,” his name rolling off my tongue and it hurts not using his nickname.
Kacchan’s body goes rigid, disturbed by the use of his common name instead of the nickname I have been using for the past twenty years.
“Why can’t I marry her Izuku?” He whispers.
I gulp. Time to man up and come clean about the feelings I have kept to myself for the past fifteen years.
“Because I love you Katsuki” I breathe out.
Kacchan freezes; his eyes go wide.
“I’ve been in love with you before I even knew what love was, Katsuki,” I say with tears in my eyes.
He looks taken aback. Dumbfounded by my sudden confession. He steps closer, his hand coming up to my cheek and wiping away the tears from my face.
“All this time?” He whispers.
I nodded my head. A sudden smile appears on his face. He leans down and captures my lips with his own, and my whole-body freezes; and then my body betrays me, and I lean into the kiss and kiss him back harder. He runs his tongue along my lips, begging for entrance, and I let him. His tongue darts in, exploring my mouth, and I moan.
In a sudden moment of clarity, I opened my eyes that I didn’t even realize were closed and pushed him away.
“What are you doing? You’re supposed to be getting married!” I screamed. Confusion and hurt on my face, because I can’t just have this be a one-off thing, my heart can’t handle that kind of heartbreak.
“You can’t just kiss me and run back to her and get married, my heart can’t take that Katsuki!” I shouted.
A scowl forms on his face, and he comes closer to me.
“Stop calling me that, my name is Kacchan, why are you using my given name?” He grumbles.
I pause, clearly, he isn’t seeing the gravity of the situation we are in right now. My heart flips and my stomach drops. He can’t be doing this; he needs to get out of here and away from me. I turn around, preparing black whip again to distance myself and before I can take off, he grabs my wrist and spins me around.
“Don’t run away from me Izuku, I love you too,” he pleads.
My eyes go wide and my body tenses.
“W-what?” I stutter.
Kacchan sighs and looks at me.
“I love you to Izuku, I’ve loved you since middle school, and all this time I thought you never felt the same way about me.” He starts. He rubs his thumb across my wrist and continues speaking.
“This whole time, I’ve been with Emery because I didn’t think you loved me, and I had to move on and try to get over my feelings for you.”
I look at him, really look at him, trying to see any sign of him lying, and I can’t find any.
“You love me?” I whisper
He scowls at me, and kisses me again, hungrily and with more force. I lean into him, pouring out all my love that I’ve kept hidden away all these years, while tears are still falling down my face.
He pulls away and uses his thumb to wipe away the tears on my face.
“Since when do I say shit that I don’t mean?” He asks me with a grin.
A smile forms on my face.
“Well, there were all those times in middle school,” I tease.
He laughs and peppers me with quick kisses.
“Cheeky bastard” he laughs out and I giggle.
I reach up my hand to cup his face and stroke my thumb across his cheek.
“So, what happens now?” I ask him sincerely.
He takes my hands in his, bringing them up to his face and kisses the back of them.
“Now, we go back to the church and explain to everybody that there isn’t going to be a wedding, and I deal with the fallout of leaving my bride at the altar,” he clarified.
I gulp. This isn’t how I thought any of this would go, and to say I am happy about would be true and also a lie, knowing the kind of anger and backlash Kacchan is going to have to deal with.
“And afterwards?” I look at him with my doe eyes.
He leans down and kisses me again.
“Then afterwards, you and I are going to sit down, and have a long time about what we want, and where this will end up,” he answers.
I nodded my head. We both turn around and walk hand-in-hand to the edge of the building.
I turn to him and whisper,
“Together?”
He turns to me and smiles.
“Together”
And just like that, him and I take off from the roof, back to the church where he left his bride, and off to whatever future our love has in store.