bakugo thought kirishima’s wedding would be totally different.

he thought there would be red and orange flowers

bakugo thought his family would be there, looking on with tearful eyes. watching him make the only decision he’d ever been sure of outside of heroism. watching him do the one thing I’m life he knew he got right

bakugo hadnt necessarily daydreamed about the day he would marry kirishima (because he was sure he would marry kirishima) but even in the seldom moments he’d let himself indulge....

kirishimas wedding day didn’t look anything like this

he’d thought deku would hold their rings. if only because all those years ago deku had been the one to tell him to swallow his stupid pride and confess

which he did. which lead to seven of the happiest years of his life.

spent by kirishima’s side.

spent with his best friend.

somehow that felt like a different lifetime. bakugo thought to himself, fixing the sleeve on his far too casual shirt

he always thought that the day kirishima got married he’d be wearing a tux

Bakugo didn’t even wear a corsage when he took Kirishima to their mock americanized ‘prom’ they had their last year at ua. he didn’t even want to go, but kirishima had frowned when bakugo told him as much. so the next weekend they went out to get fitted for tuxes

and bakugo didn’t dance like a fucking idiot on the floor with everyone else, but when kirishima walked outside to find him they danced together to the muffled slow dance permeating from inside the gym

and he remembered the way kirishimas body felt against his, swaying, trusting, letting him guide their movements. he remembered kirishimas fingers laced in his

and he remembered feeling like the rest of the school was miles and miles away

which the picture kaminari gave them of their ‘private’ moment a few weeks later at graduation showed was far from the truth

bakugo hadnt looked at that picture in a while. he wondered if he still had it

bakugo hadnt worn a corsage to his fake prom, but he felt like he should have been wearing one now

but he wasn’t

he was ok with it though.

it was something they decided to be ok with a while ago.

something they had talked about together, amicably coming to a decision on what was best for both of them, with how their lives were and were heading.

he was mostly hoping he’d keep the same resolve when he laid eyes on kirishima.

he knew he’d be beautiful in any setting

just as breath taking dressed up in a church as he was clothes torn to shreds post battle

kirishima eijirou was and would always be the most beautiful man katsuki had ever known

and this was the best decision for both of them, he swallowed.

because sometimes you have to let go of things you think you want to make room for what you need

bakugo wanted to marry kirishima