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theres something so inherently heartbreaking about finishing something. it’s the end of an era, that bittersweet knowledge that things will never be the same anymore.
“katsuki,” kirishima gasps, grapsing at bakugou’s hands with clammy fingers of his own. +
“katsuki,” kirishima gasps, grapsing at bakugou’s hands with clammy fingers of his own. +
startled, bakugou flinches, trying to pull his hands back to himself and his gaze darts around the room at all the eyes staring at them. “ei, what—“
“katsuki, i cant believe this is all ending... we’re going to ju-just-“ at this point, kirishima is barely coherent, fat tears dripping down his face as he smears them away with a clumsy fist.
“ei, come on, please stop crying,” bakguou begs, leaning forward so he can hold kirishima’s face between his palms. “it’s going to be okay.”
“i know but,” kirishima wails, “i can’t believe it’s all over. i won’t be able to call you my boyfriend anymore when i introduce you to people and, and—“
“kirishima eijirou,” bakugou says sternly. that finally makes him pause and look up at bakugou with those big, mournful eyes. “stop crying this instant. i thought you /wanted/ to be able to call me your husband.”
“yeah, but it’s just not the same!” kirishima cries out, leaning forward to wipe his nose against the collar of bakugou’s suit jacket. “we’re not gonna be dating anymore! we’re gonna be married! i won’t get to sneak in your room at 3 am because we’re gonna be sharing a bed!”
sero sighs, burying his face in his hands. “can we please just continue with the vows?”
“shut the fuck up, tape face, my future husband is having a moment.”
“shut the fuck up, tape face, my future husband is having a moment.”
hey so do u wanna read an actual fic i wrote and not this clown thread cuz https://twitter.com/b4k95/status/1320627616769101824
or this one if u read this thread expecting angst https://archiveofourown.org/works/25741660/chapters/62509495
