Your Wedding Day - KIRIBAKU

CHAPTER 1

Bakugou stared at himself through the mirror. Red-collared shirt. Black slacks. A navy blue vest with white roses on the sides. His ash-blonde hair was left the way it usually was.

He hated how it fitted him perfectly. He hated the fact that Kirishima specifically helped him choose it. Fucking Kirishima. His dark red curtains were drawn closed, but bright sunlight still shined its way into his eyes. Today was perfect. Not a cloud in sight, temperature suited for an outdoor assemble. Perfect for a wedding.

"Bakugou! Are you done yet? We're gonna be late!" A fist banged against his closed door. "C' mon! You can't miss this!"

The blond scowled at the mirror. "Shut up, Pikachu!" He shouted back.

He ran his fingers through his spiky hair one last time before throwing open the door. Kaminari and Sero stood outside, grins spread across their faces. He pushed past them, trying to keep his frustration from showing. Happy. He was supposed to be happy for Kirishima. This was his big day, after all.

But he just had to be fucking selfish.

"You came!" Kirishima threw his arm around Bakugou's shoulders, pressing the side of their bodies together excitedly. After five years of graduating from high school, the redhead's height still hadn't caught up with Bakugou's. His bright red hair was still spiked up in all directions. He wore a black suit with a bright red tie that matched his hair. "My best man!"

The blond forced himself to grin and snort. "'Course I did, idiot," he breathed, an unwelcome lump forming in his throat. When Kirishima released him, Bakugou jabbed a finger at his head. "You're hair's just as shitty as it always is."

Kirishima laughed. "Maybe slightly less shitty?"

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Slightly less fucking shitty."

When somebody shouted for them all to start preparing, Kirishima gave him one last grin and ran towards the big house, where stylists would check him over again.

It really was a perfect day. As Bakugou took a seat on one of the many chairs, he stared around him. Everybody was happy; not one didn't have a smile on their face. Even though it was June, the heat wasn't blistering hot, and the grass wasn't damp. There was a gentle breeze, and birds were chirping as if it was their last day to sing. Slowly, people began to take their seats. And, fuck, there were a lot of people. Being the happy and extroverted people they were, Kirishima and his fiancee had a lot of friends.

Kirishima and his soon-to-be wife. Bakugou immediately felt that familiar scowl shift his features. Her name was Choka Shogai. More like, Choke Her Shogai. Fucking Choka.

Bakugou absolutely despised her. There was no reason to, really. She was a great person. Nice, gentle, bubbly but fierce at times- the perfect girl for the kind Kirishima Eijirou. Bakugou wanted to wash his mouth out with soap just from saying her name. Let alone complimenting her. It all just disgusted him.

"Hey, Bakugou!"

Fucking bitch. The blond internally cringed at the sound of Choka's smooth, high voice. Bakugou forced himself to turn around and meet the woman's eyes. Choka had long blond hair, 'the bluest, most manliest eyes that I've ever seen' quoted Kirishima, and a curvy body that most guys would die for.

Her smile was bright, like Kirishima's. Except it didn't feel like the sun to Bakugou like Kirishima's did. Choka's smile was like staring into a lightbulb, bright, yes, but not warm like sunshine.

"Congratulations," Bakugou said through a grin that didn't reach his eyes and clenched teeth. "I'm happy for you."

Choka's grin spread even wider as she let out a happy laugh. "Thank you, Bakugou! " She gushed, pulling him up and wrapping her arms around him in a hug. Disgusting. "I really appreciate that, you know?"

"Yeah, I know," he muttered, quickly jerking away from Kirishima's fiancee as soon as she loosened her grip. The less of her he touched the better.

Before she could open her mouth to say something again, Bakugou turned away. "I need to go to the fucking bathroom," he muttered over his shoulder. He could feel her gaze on his back as he walked as fast he could into the big house. It wasn't exactly a secret to Choka that he hated her. But the stupid woman kept trying to win his trust. She thought in the same way as Kirishima: to be friends with the friends of my friends.

Goddamnit.

Bakugou could feel his throat slowly constricting in that way he hated. Fucking- no, don't start , he thought, blinking. Turning away from every happy person he passed, Bakugou wondered how the fuck it got to this. One day, Choka was just a friend. The next day, she was a girlfriend. Nothing much, just somebody he was sure Kirishima would break up within a few months. A few months pass, and suddenly, they're engaged.

It must've been the best of Kirishima's life, but for Bakugou, it was probably the worst. A small, tense feeling started just below his chest, making it hard for him to breath.

Like a crushing weight on his shoulders, more adding on whenever somebody gave him a smile and shouting a congratulations. As if it was his fucking wedding. When somebody pulled him over and slapping his shoulder, Bakugou wanted to just scream. They had black hair, eyes similar to Kirishima's.

"Hey, best man!" They laughed, punching his shoulder cheerily. If this wasn't his best friend's wedding, Bakugou would've already killed this stupid cousin. There was no fucking way the blond was going to cause a scene and ruin Kirishima's day.

So he grinned back, shoving the cousin away in the friendliest way that he could manage. "Bathroom," Bakugou said, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder before hurrying away.

Tears pricked at the back of his eyes, blurring his vision until all he could see were blobs of colors. His heart clenched painfully in his chest, and Bakugou once again, could see why they called it heartache. He couldn't draw a breath even though he wasn't even underwater. His chest was tight, and everything hurt, not just his heart. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to put one foot in front of another. It hurts to wonder what it would be like if everything just stopped .

The pain was intense, and Bakugou didn't realize he was slamming the metal bathroom door close until he heard it. He sat heavily down on the toilet seat, hoping that there was nobody else in there with him.

What hurt the most was the fact that Bakugou knew that there was no reason to have hope in the first place. Whenever Kirishima gazed at Choka with that look in his eyes, something in Bakugou would break and crumble away. He'd realize all those sad songs made sense. He'd realize that heartbreak really did hurt. It was no exaggeration when people described it.

Kirishima didn't even know what was happening. He was probably talking about how lucky he was to be with Choka, how lucky he was to be able to touch her, to feel her.

Fuck-Choka was the lucky one. She could do all the things that Bakugou wanted to do with Kirishima. When the sun shined into their window in the morning, Kirishima would wake up with the one he loved. They would hug and kiss and have sex, and everything would be perfect. They would whisper things into each other's ears that wasn't meant for anyone else but themselves.

Bakugou coughed, a choked sob rising past his throat and into the lemony bathroom air. He dug the heels of his palm into his eyes, but no matter how hard he pressed and how many stars he saw behind his eyelids, warm tears still slid past his eyes. He drew a shaking breath, slowly, before letting it out again. Bakugou gasped, wishing he would stop, because this what weaklings did.

Every time he felt a tear slip past his eyelids, there was a piercing sensation to his heart. Like the pricks of a cactus, stabbing him, over and over again. His breathing was ragged, and he could feel his shoulders shaking in a way that's only ever happened in the privacy of his room.

He hated how horrible he felt, but there wasn't a thing that he could do to stop it.

The first bell rang, signalling that the official wedding would begin in an hour. That just made it even worse. In an hour, Bakugou would have to watch Kirishima and his... future wife fucking kiss. He'd have to see the joy that only belonged to them and only them. God, fucking no.

Fuck, as awful as it was, he really wished Kirishima and Choka never met.