WAS IT ALL MY FAULT?

[Side chapter: 1]

"katsukkiiiiiiiiii!" I whined, looking at the ring on my finger. "I'm soooo confused." I was sprawled out on the couch and he was drinking hi green tea, stroking my legs on his lap.

"Let's just plan the wedding on a beach or something? There's no need to be this--"

"Excuse me!?" I cut him off, "you would not know the thrill of getting married, maybe you just don't love me because you don't want it to be special!"

His eyes widened, "no- hey when did I say that?" He pinched her legs slightly, "I'm just saying you're worrying too much. It'll be amazing you know that right?"

"Yes, baby, but it's in our hands to make it amazing, and you're just sipping your green tea." I pouted.
"Come on suggest me places to get married. Start!" I sat up, nodding enthusiastically.

He sighed loudly, as if the act of contributing was physically draining him. "Okay, fine, how about we get married in space? Zero gravity, floating down the aisle—real out of this world vibes."

I blinked at him, deadpan. "Yeah, because nothing screams romantic like the sound of oxygen tanks hissing and the risk of floating into the void. Next."

"Alright, how about underwater? Dive suits, a couple of dolphins as ring bearers—"

"Katsuki." I grabbed a pillow and whacked him. "Be serious for once in your life!"

"Ow, I am being serious!" he laughed, grabbing the pillow before I could hit him again. "You said 'special,' didn’t you? What’s more special than sharks circling us while we say 'I do'?"

"Do you have a death wish? Or are you trying to kill me off before the honeymoon?" I narrowed my eyes, but couldn’t fight the grin tugging at my lips.

"Fine, fine." He raised his hands in mock surrender, the smug grin never leaving his face. "What about a volcano? Red-hot lava, fireworks, us saying our vows as the earth rumbles—"

I interrupted him with a dramatic gasp. "Katsuki Bakugou, are you trying to burn my wedding dress?"

He shrugged. "It’s gotta match your personality, babe. Hot and explosive."

I threw the pillow again, this time aiming for his face, but he caught it effortlessly, laughing.

"Okay, okay," he smirked, leaning back. "Vegas. Elvis officiates, quick vows, no fuss. We’re married before dinner."

"Katsuki!" I whacked his arm. "I swear, if you suggest a drive-thru next, this ring is coming off."

He chuckled, catching my hand mid-air and holding it firmly. "Fine. How about... a forest? Fairy lights, open sky, soft moss under your feet. You want magical, don't you?"

My pout wavered. "That… actually sounds kind of nice."

He grinned, victorious. "See? I'm not just sipping tea, woman. I’ve got ideas."

"That was one good idea-"

"I've got one more. Listen," He set his green tea down dramatically, like he was auditioning for a soap opera. "Fine. How about we get married in the middle of a zombie apocalypse? Guests have to fight their way to the ceremony, and the vows are written on makeshift weapons."

I gawked at him, utterly horrified. "Katsuki, what is wrong with you?!"

He shrugged, smirking. "I’m just saying—it’d weed out the weaklings. Only the real ones would make it to the reception."

I grabbed the nearest cushion and hurled it at his head. “This is my wedding! Not your weird action movie fantasy!"
I chuckled, shaking my head, "I guess the garden-forest theme is nice."

"Perfect. Now can I finish the tea before you start hurling pillows at me again?" He raised his brows, smiling, and I rolled my eyes.

I crossed my arms over my chest, but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. "Fine, you can finish your tea, but only because the forest idea is actually growing on me." I leaned back on the couch, a playful glint in my eyes. "Just remember, no zombies in the reception. I’ll settle for a flower crown, but not a chainsaw."

He pretended to think about it for a moment, clearly amused. "Chainsaw wedding cake topper. How’s that for a compromise?"

I gasped in mock horror. "You’re not serious. No way!"

He laughed, finishing the last of his tea. "Okay, okay. No chainsaws. But I’m keeping the idea of a grand entrance, alright? I’m thinking... a slow-motion run through a waterfall."

I raised an eyebrow. "A waterfall? Seriously?"

"Yup," he said with a grin. "You won’t be able to resist running toward me, even if you have to dodge the spray. It’ll be epic."

I shook my head, trying to hold back a laugh. "I swear, you’ve got a whole action movie playing in your head."

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I’m just saying, we can’t do some boring ‘walk down the aisle’ thing. We need a moment that’ll make people talk. You want special, right?"

I couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. "Okay, okay. Waterfall entrance. But if we’re doing that, you better not mess up your hair."

He smirked, flicking a lock of his messy blond hair. "Don’t worry about me, babe. I was born for dramatic moments."

I rolled my eyes, leaning against him. "I’m not sure if I should be impressed or scared."

"Both," he said, pulling me into his side. "But mostly impressed, trust me. You’re marrying a legend."

I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder. "I can’t believe I’m planning a wedding with you. This is gonna be wild."

"Exactly how I like it," he said with a wink, making me laugh despite myself.

"You're so lucky i love you."

"Damn right, I am." He gave me a lopsided smile, bringing me closer to him to give me a kiss on the forehead.

I cuddled up to him, as he drank his tea.