Fight For Love

Preperations!

Hi everyone! Just so you knkw, this chapter may or may not be a filler! It's not vital to the story, it's just some Bakushima and Tododeku fluff. Also, go check out 'Vampire Solace'! It's a really good book, and I suggest you read it, though they haven't completed it. Anyways, yeah! Enjoy!

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Bakugou POV

I would never admit this to crappy hair, or anyone, but I'm really nervous about the wedding. What if I mess up my vows? What if I'm late? What if.. Kirishima decides.. He doesn't love me? No.. I can't think that way. I've learnt from my mistakes. Thangs never the way to go, doubting yourself.

But... I'M IN CHARGE OF F****** INVITATIONS, GUEST LIST, AND MAKING SURE EVERYTHING IS RENTED AND READY. I AM STRESSED AS HELL. HOW DO PEOPLE DO THIS?!

Kirishima POV

I pace the waiting room anxiously. I'm waiting to see if the store can have our suits ready in time, and they said 'it depends'. Now I'm wondering if they're homophobes. I shudder. No way. Right?

The young man who was assisting me earlier, who looked so friendly and warm, now looks sympathetic. I wonder why. 

Seconds later, a tall, thin man walks out. He looks about fifty. His eyebrows are pinched back, as if somebody was holding them back with a wire. His mouth is in a thin line, frowning. He looks at me and his frown deepens. "Joseph. Fetch the tape measure. And be snappy about it." He snaps at the man, who scurried off to the back.

"Young man, please step on here." He points at a small, raised wooden stage, surrounded by mirrors. As I step out, Joseph comes back out, then just as quick, hands his boss the tape measure and hurries back to the back.

"So... What's the special occasion?" He asks as he measures me. "Well... I'm getting married!" I respond. "Mm. to who?" He asks, still not looking at me. "Well.. Erm... My boyfriend..?"  His eyes snap up, a new twinkle in them. "Ah! So. Are you gay, bi..." He trails off. "Uh.." I guess I had a surprised look on my face, because he laughed and said, "you didn't think I was a homophobe, did you? Ah! Yes. I'm definitely a homophobe. My husband would also agree." He cracks himself up, and I can barely contain my laughter. I actually really like him, and end up inviting him to my wedding. He even gives me a discount on the suits!

I walk down the street once my fitting is over. I notice that there is an outdoor equipment store. I rush inside, as me, Bakugou, Todoroki a and Midoriya are going on a camping trip after me and Bakugou's honeymoon. We are going to America. I researched beaches, and two main searches came up for me. California, and Florida. I talked it over with Bakugou and found out they're on opposite sides of the country. We decided we would do both, and just road trip the rest. 

I end up picking up the essentials: tent, flashlights, batteries, sleeping bags, backpacks, maps, and compasses. For the road trip, I get suitcases, head pillows, and earmuffs. Bakugou is a terrible snorer. That's something else we have in common. I'm about as soft as a lawn mower.

When I get to Todoroki's house, I set the stuff in the guest room, and lay down on the bed. I start looking for a house on a website.

Both me and Bakugou agreed that we shouldn't wear our stay, especially now that Midoriya has his memories again. We're mainly looking for a three bedroom house, in case we have guests or we adopt. Bakugou and I also agreed that Todoroki and Midoriya would be the God-fathers' if we ever adopted. I hope we do.

Todoroki POV

As I sit in the hospital waiting room, I can't stop moving. Either my leg is bouncing, my finger is tapping, I'm kicking my lips, biting my nails, everything. I just don't get why. We know Midoriya is fine, yet I can't help worrying. What if they find something else? What if his memories are only temporary? "Todoroki." What if anything could trigger the amnesia? "Todoroki!"  What if he doesn't remember some things? "TODOROKI!!" I look up to see Midoriya standing over me, arms crossed." I think you've got it all wrong, Todoroki. See, I'm the one who is supposed to mutter endlessly. Not you." He likes me in the chest playfully.