After A Tearful Hug From Your Maid Of Honor, She Returns To Her Seat So Bakugou Can Approach The Mic

after a tearful hug from your maid of honor, she returns to her seat so bakugou can approach the mic set up next to you and izuku’s table for his own speech, his hands in his pockets.

he clears his throat, then surprises literally nobody by starting with, “m not real big on public speaking.”

a laugh ripples through the crowd of your family and friends.

“so i’m just gonna let deku do all the talkin.”

you turn to izuku with a curious look, half expecting him to stand up, but he only shrugs in response, a divot between his brows as he shakes his head a little. there’s some rustling as bakugou withdraws his cellphone and takes a moment to scroll through it, as if hundreds of people aren’t watching him with dubious expressions.

but then, izuku’s voice crackles through the speaker. “hey, kacchan! you’re probably still on patrol, but i just...”

izuku’s voice is muffled by traffic, the wind, and his own heavy breaths as he walks through it, but even as a few words get lost to the noise, it becomes unmistakably clear that he is describing your first date.

where you ate, how you wore your hair, the way you tilted your head to show you were still listening when he started to babble — and how that only made the babbling worse.

“and i know i’m doing it again now, so i’m gonna hang up, but i just wanted to tell someone — tell you, i mean — that i think... i might’ve found the one.” his laugh is somewhere between bewildered and embarrassed. “that sounds crazy, doesn’t it?”

you turn back to your husband with a slack jaw and stinging eyes. his face is vermillion, but his smile is unrestrained.