Monster (izuocha)

I do

Ochako's pov

I dumbly stared in the mirror as the pro hero known as Ms Joke braided my hair. I was well aware that all my girlfriends were stood behind me, trying their best not to burst into another fit of laughter.

"Done! You look perfect!" She beamed and smiled at me through the mirror. I on the other hand, sat completely motionless. I still couldn't believe what was actually happening. One minute I was stood in a hospital room and the next I was getting ready to 'marry' my boyfriend....ex boyfriend? Half boyfriend? Was boyfriend? I don't even know what he is to me anymore!

It took everything in me not to groan out loud and curl up into a ball. I desperately wanted to just go back to my dorm, lie in bed and read crappy fanfics and stuff my face with popcorn. Instead, I'm sitting in an empty hospital room wearing a makeshift wedding dress made out of hospital gowns! And don't get me started on the fact that all of my classmates were invited. I didn't even get to check over the guest list! It's my wedding, shouldn't I be able to decide who attends??

I let out a deep breath, trying to calm down. This wasn't real. Both me and Izuku were well aware that the only reason this was happening was for Eri. If she wanted a wedding, then a wedding she shall get. Nobody has the guts to tell her no, we all love her too much. She's got us all wrapped around her little, stubby fingers, and I bet you anything that she's well aware of this fact.

Speaking of the devil, the door suddenly flung open and in stepped a little white haired girl wearing a blue dress. Her face was twisted into a big grin and I knew she was super excited. I couldn't help but loosen up a little once I saw her, getting reminded of why I was doing this in the first place.

"Ocha!" I smiled at the nickname. "It's time it's time!" She squealed. Momo and Mina both shared a mischievous look before tending to Eri, gathering everyone else up and leaving to find their seats in the hallway. I still have no idea how they managed to convince the hospital staff to let us do this.

Seeing as there was no way in hell I was inviting my parents, we figured that Aizawa would walk me down the aisle. Emi shot me a quick wink before leaving too. Now all alone, I finally let out the big groan I'd been keeping in.

I didn't even mind the fake wedding, it was Izuku I worried about. It's no secret that he basically hates me and while it hurts like a bitch, I also don't want to make him uncomfortable. Even if he never regains his memories and leaves to go off on his own, I know I'll always love him. That's my biggest problem; I love him with all my being. My heart beats for him, I only kept going for him. Even when times were tough it was him that got me through, even if he was unconscious.

I couldn't bare the thought of having to live without him. We had planned our wedding and all the things we'd do once we'd graduated...I don't know what I'd do with myself if the closets thing we got to a wedding was all just pretend.

Izuku's pov

Apparently a man's wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day on Earth for them, right? So tell my why I'm sat in a hospital room still handcuffed and wearing a suit I'm pretty sure the staff pulled off a dead body. I don't feel all that happy if I'm being completely honest. I never would've agreed to this had Eri not flashed her puppy eyes at me. You can't say no to those things! I've killed people in cold blood, I've murdered countless criminals and ripped the heads off of rapists...so tell me why I couldn't say no to a damn child!

The door opened and Aizawa entered the room, a key in hand.

"Are you finally taking off these damn handcuffs?" I grumbled.

"Sort of." He tiredly replied, unlocking the side that bound me to the bed and quickly putting it onto my other wrist.

"I'm not a fucking dog, you don't have to cuff me." I spat. I was so damn tired of the handcuffs. I much more prefer to put them on other people than be cuffed myself, but I guess that's just personal preference.