"Deep breaths Kacchan, you're going be okay! Hey! Shoto! Get Kirishima!"

Bakugou was 99.9% sure he was having a panic attack. His vision was blurred, his heart was racing out of control and it was hard to breathe.

How the hell did this happen?

One second he was laughing, taking shots with his groomsmen, getting ready for his big day and they had just pulled out his suit and....

Suddenly, he was able to suck in a deep breath.

Through gritted teeth, Bakugou managed to spit out, "Bring Eijiro here. Now."

The room which just minutes before was buzzing with excited energy was shrouded with thick tension, and Bakugou tried his best to reign in his emotions as Todoroki ran to fetch Kiri.

If he killed him before they got married, would he still get to cash out the insurance policy?

Deku patted Bakugou on the back.

"It isn't that bad, it's gonna be okay."

"Keep touching me and I swear I snap your fingers in half."

The hand on his back was quickly removed.

Footsteps came thundering down the hall as a half dressed, stressed looking Kirishima burst through the door with Todoroki right behind him. Arms reached out and gripped at Bakugou's face. Wide, frantic eyes met his and for a second, Bakugou forgot why he was so mad.

"Baby, are you okay? What's going on?"

Then he remembered.

"You should ask if you're gonna be okay. Wait, I'll answer for you, no you're not. Why? Because I am straight up about to murder you."

Kirishima's brows furrowed.

"Huh? Why?"

Bakugou wretched himself from out of his grip and made his way into the closet to grab the object that caused him to nearly go into cardiac arrest.

Just as Kirishima was registering what was happening, Bakugou was hitting him with thing in his hand.

"You. Had. One. Job."

Each word landing him another smack.

Kirishima raised his arms up defensively, trying to guard him from the attack.

"They are from their exclusive wedding line! They are nice AND comfortable!"

"THEY ARE STILL FUCKING CROCS!"

After several more beatings with the shoe, Kirishima, smartened up and used his ultimate weapon.

His fucking pouty puppy dog face.

"Baby," he whined, lips jutting out as he lowered his hands.

"No," Bakugou said, but could already feel his will cracking.

Those damn eyes.

"Pretty please, just this /one/ time. Please? Sweetheart, for me?"

"Fucking. No."

"B-b-but...it's our wedding day," he said, lip trembling and eyes watering.

Fucking hell.

"GODDAMNIT FINE."

Kirishima smiled, and Bakugou could practically hear the twinkling.

"I love you honey, so much. You're gonna be so happy in those trust me."

"I can't stand you."

Kirishima leaned towards him, his smile turning into a smirk.

"Marry me anyway?"

Rolling his eyes, Bakugou kissed his fiance's pursed lips.

"Whatever."

"See you at the alter. I'll be the one wearing Crocs."

"Me fucking too apparently. Now leave before I change my fucking mind about getting hitched to your dumbass."

"Love you baby," he laughed as he ran out the room, presumably to finish getting ready himself.

Their wedding was years ago, & no matter how fucking comfortable those damn shoes might have been, Bakugou still cringes at the pictures & declares often & loudly that when they renew their vows for their upcoming 20th anniversary, Eijiro is not allowed to help pick out anything.

The end