✓ The Regulars (BakuDeku, Omegaverse)

✴Chapter 25✴

"Be healthy and take care of yourself, but be happy with the beautiful things that make you, you"

--Beyoncé 

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     "Who's going to be executed now?" Katsuki asked, watching as Izuku laughed along with his personal maid, Itsuka. 

     The two turned around with small jumps as they spotted Katsuki in all his glory at the doorway. He watched as Izuku's face lit up with happiness, immediately reaching and walking towards him, but he also noted an angry face from Itsuka. 

     Katsuki held his arms wide open for his fiancé, going to meet him halfway, but he was stopped by a firm hand on his chest. He swore he heard a small growl escape from himself. What was she doing?

     Itsuka stood in between them, stopping Izuku and Katsuki's embrace. Then, she placed a pale hand against Katsuki's eyes, covering them. 

     Itsuka let out a huff. "No seeing the bride before the wedding! It's bad luck!"

     Katsuki heard Izuku laugh from a small distance, stopping him from taking the woman's hands off his eyes.

     "Yeah, Kacchan," Izuku said, and Katsuki could see the dopey grin on his face. "It's bad luck. You have to get going--no matter how much you wanna see me," he teased.

     Katsuki scoffed. "There's no such a thing," he said as he gently (which was rather surprising to Itsuka) took Itsuka's hands into his own and placed them off. 

     When the stubborn maid was about to place them on top once again, Katsuki glared at her--though she couldn't tell if it was playful or not. 

     "You put those hands over my eyes, and you just may be executed," he warned, though, once again, Itsuka couldn't tell if he was joking or being serious. 

     Itsuka squeaked, going stiff as a board.

     Izuku scoffed. "As if you would execute my favorite person in the world," Izuku said, walking over to Itsuka and taking her hands in an effort to calm his friend. "You could never."

     Rather than the feign angry or no-malice yelling reaction that Izuku intended to strike out, Katsuki looked like a kicked puppy. 

     Izuku laughed at that, letting go of Itsuka's hands and immediately rushing over to Katsuki. "Kacchan, don't look at me like that."

      Katsuki leaned into Izuku's warm embrace, liking his fresh and light scent. After some hesitance, Katsuki finally sputtered, "...So, I'm your favorite person in the world, right?"

      Izuku smiled. "Of course you are, though I think Itsuka is a close second."

     Itsuka released a breath of air she didn't realize she was holding, relaxing ever so slightly. "But, seriously, you two shouldn't see each other! It's bad luck, really!"

     Katsuki sighed. "Fine, since you seem so persistent about the fact," he said defeatedly as he swooped Izuku down for a quick kiss before turning away and walking towards the door. 

     Before he left, however, he said, "But don't worry about that bad luck. I'll make sure that nothing happens to Deku." Those words, accompanied by a threatening growl and warning pheromones, he walked away. 

     Itsuka turned, looking at Izuku with a look that seemed to say, 'Told you--he's head over heels for you'.

     "I'm not worried about my safety," Izuku muttered to himself after he rolled his eyes at his friend's constant teasing. "I'm worried about yours, Kacchan," he added as he knew how Katsuki could get--worrying too much about him that he doesn't bother to care much about himself.

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     Shoto stared, eyeing the scenery from his spot. He was close to where the wedding was taking place, but he saw the streamers, banners, flags, and cheerful communities from miles away. Apparently, the village loved their kingdom and their rulers. 

     It perplexed Shoto to say the least. These people were rowdy and free-going--it meant that they were uncontrollable. The people in his kingdom may not be as happy, but they were controlled. Certainly there was nothing better than that?

     Shoto hid himself lower behind the bush. The wedding was held in the palace gardens--something about it having meaning to the couple, but Shoto couldn't care less. He was just a bit surprised they would break tradition and not have it held in a church.

     He will admit though, through his many layers of hatred for the loud blonde, he also held some admiration. It, truly, was extremely difficult--and very tiring--to get through the fences, along with the rows and rows of guards. 

     However, before he had left that coronation ball, he had been able to spot some weak points in a palace. From there, it was just about whether or not he could sneak away from the guards. 

     So, here he was, lying in mud next to a rather ugly bush. 

     His ears perked at the sound of bells, along with other instruments. Shoto had already spotted Katsuki Bakugou, waiting in an impatient manner at the end of the long, white aisle. 

     Immediately, Shoto saw Katsuki's crimson red eyes glimmer with a shining love and admiration as he spotted his lover enter from behind a curtain. It was the same look that Shoto had noticed Katsuki always had when looking at Izuku. 

     Izuku looked beautiful, at least, somewhat to Shoto. He was wearing a suit and flat shoes--and though the look deflated Shoto's expectations of beauty, he still looked regal with his wild green hair tamed (though only a little).

     Shoto wanted to kill the blonde right then and there, hating the way Izuku looked at Katsuki with the same love and passion. It was all the blonde's fault... But Shoto knew that if he were to kill the blonde, Izuku would never come back. 

     However, if he were somehow able to manage to hold the blonde hostage... Then, Izuku would come crawling right back. 

     Shoto smirked devilishly. His plan was coming together--he was so close. 

     But he sensed something off--something that was making him clench his teeth nervously and fingers twitch with anxiety. It couldn't be that he was nervous about the plan, so what was it? 

     He seemed to realize as he was met with a cold voice behind him, a hand--calloused and firm--clasping onto his right shoulder. 

      "What are you doing here? Are you permitted to be here, Sir?"