Kiribaku oneshots

💔Forced Wedding💒

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Genre- fluff

Bakugou's POV-

My parents are making me marry some rich guy so that they could take his money. But I don't want this. I actually want to meet someone before I marry them. Get to know them, all that cheesy shit. But now I have to marry someone I don't know! Ugh.

I was standing there, my parents and friends behind me. My parents looked calm as ever, surprisingly, and my friends had an unsure faces but tried their best to fake that they're happy. Not that they weren't happy I was getting into a relationship. Just unsure about the guy. A women stood where he was going to stand for our wedding. She had long black hair that was tied in a bun, matching with her knee length dress. Very younge looking even though, from my mother's words, she was around 50. Dad said it was probably due to plastic surgery. But she still pretty.

Finally the door opened to reveal another women. Tan with orange hair, wearing a green dress matching her eyes. She ran over quickly, standing next to the other lady. But someone followed her. A man, looking around my age, with red hair tied back in a pony with braids going across, revealing a black colored undercut. He was attractive to say the least. A scar and red piercing eyes. He stood in front of me, a smile plastered on his face.

When it came time to "kiss the groom", I was a little hesitant, and from what I could tell, he was too. Finally he made contact with me. Placing a warm palm on my cheek and gently pulled my head closer. The very touch made my body tingle. I could feel my heart race as he took a step closer to me. He looked...worried. Did he even want this? I stared into his eyes. The red eyes staring all over my face. From my eyes to my cheeks then landing back at my lips.

"Just get it over already!" I could hear my mother complain.

"Please be patient, it's hard to kiss someone you don't know," I could hear one of the ladies say. Her voice was quiet, calm, and shy all at the same time. Maybe she understands what we're going through right now. Finally we made contact through our lips. He was gentle, not starting anything, just giving me a long peck. Before he stopped and turned away, a deep blush covering his face. Was he...shy? He walked in like he was confident, like he was some hot shit. But after standing here and from just one little kiss, he must have shriveled back into a small shy man. Although he was taller then me. Something in my chest, as he kissed me, beated like never before. It clenched but beated fast. It was...new.

After the whole wedding, I was taken back to his place, by limo. He didn't say anything on the way there, but I was okay with that. I prefer silence. But when we did get there, he was still quite. Now I love quiet, but not this quiet. We sat on this fancy ass white couch. He was holdong onto the cloth of his pants, not looking at me. I felt...ignored. Did he not like me?

"Um...I never got your name," I told him. His back straightened and he glanced at me but looked away. He still looked shy.

"Eijiro Kirishima," I already knew the last name. It was part of the wedding on if I'll keep mine or take his. I kept mine, but I wouldn't mind being called Katsuki Kirishima. Just had a nice ring to it.

"So...Ei...do you...um...want to get to know each other?" I asked, I tried to lean forward to see his face, but as soon as I caught a glimpse, he turned away.

"W-what do you want to know?" He asked quickly. Still being shy.

"Are you always this shy?" I asked, well, sort of complained. I thought rich men were supposed to be confident.

"I'm not used to having people over, especially someone who's really...pretty," Pretty? He thought I was...pretty. I turned away and smiled a bit. A bright blush covering my face. This guy was sweet. Not self absorbed, or mean.

"I think your pretty too," I scooched a bit closer, my shoulder touching his arm. I heard exhale, kind of in disbelief, and he turned a bit. Well, we're going somewhere.

"Did you...even want any of this?" He asked. In all honesty, I didn't at first. I thought I was going to marry some selfish old guy and follow through with my parents dastardly plan. But sitting next to him, just talking. Maybe I will be okay.

"At first I didn't, but sitting here with you..." I trailed off, I really didn't know what to say. He unclenched his pants and moved his hand to hold mine. Soft warm hand, tangled our fingers together. He finally faced me and was smiling, still a little shy, but we're making progress. I looked down at our hands. We didn't have rings. My parents didn't want us to be "official official". Because all they wanted was his money.

"I-I have something for you," he turned away and placed his other hand on the back of his neck. He bought something? For me! He let go of my hand, got up, and went into another room down a hallway. He came back with a small box. He sat down next to me and allowed me to open it. The box had two red gemed rings.

"I-I didn't know what color you liked, so when I got mine, I thought we could just...match," he explained. So we both like red.

"It's fine, my favorite color is red anyways," he smiled shyly. I grabbed one of the rings and put it on his ring finger. He did the same to me. I put it on his left and he put it on my right. We held hands again, our rings clinking together as we held our hands together. Maybe being with this guy won't be so bad. He's a little shy, but he'll get used to me. I turned to the window to see the crescent moon in full view.

"We should get some sleep," I explained. He nodded and we both stood up. Still holding hands.

"Oh! Um...are you comfortable sleeping next to me?" He asked on the way to the bedroom. I nodded. I wasn't really sure of the idea, but I'll get used to it. Right? He went to a dark oak dresser, probably to grab clothes but he stopped before he pulled the drawer open.

"Do you want to borrow or...?" I hadn't even thought about it.

"Sure," he proceeded to open the drawer and grabbed some pj's. He threw me and baggy rock shirt that had the words 'mushroom head's written on it, and some sweatpants. Didn't expect him to be the type into rock. They always say it's the innocent ones. We both went into different bathrooms to change. Sure we're married, but we're still not that comfortable with each other. I was able to smell him on the shirt. He smelled of strawberries, a comfortable smell for some reason. I walked out of the bathroom in the bedroom and laid on the bed. He walked in and laid next to me.

"I'll warn ya, I'm a cuddler," he explained, hiding his mouth behind a closed fist. I opened his arms, wrapped mine around his torso and cuddle up into him.

"That's okay," I closed my eyes the strawberry smell now stronger. He wrapped his arms around me and we both fell asleep like that.

(1309 words! My longest chapter yet)