[ BNHA One Shots ]

Say Yes! Say Yes To That Dress! No, That One! || Request

Not an x Reader one shot!
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Say Yes! Say Yes To That Dress! No, That One!

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Requested by VeraLisle44 !
Enjoy! ~

[ SIDE NOTE : ]
I haven't written a one shot like this in literal months, so I'm very rusty. I hope this is good enough, though! :)

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Your POV
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What a mess.

I'm sitting in the dress shop with my friends, listening to everyone arguing whilst glancing back and forth between each and every opponent, before I begin to butt in with my own opinions in irritation.

Nobody listens to one another, and everyone's volume simultaneously increases in order to be heard. Tensions are rising, but silence suddenly ensues with the entrance of a particular female.

Hold on, let's rewind a bit.

Say, back to where this all began?

I'm abruptly brought back in time to multiple days ago, a phone gripped in my hand as I'm pacing my living room floor, deep in conversation about the upcoming events.

"Oh, finally!" I breathe out in delighted exasperation, plopping down onto my couch with a sigh. "The last piece of this godforsaken puzzle! The wedding dress!"

I pause, pressing my fingers against my temples as I shut my eyes, muttering, "What a nightmare this has been..."

Ochaco's amused laughter rings out from my device, bringing me out of my thou—

No, no! Not this far back!

Let's just skip to the day of the dress shopping, shall we?

Fast forward to present day, only a few hours prior to the scene first depicted.

"Get out, losers, we've got a gown to search for!" I dramatically proclaim as I hop out of my car, sassily slamming the door shut behind me as the girls follow my lead.

"Someone's eager to begin—and she's not even the bride," Jirou calmly teases, only for me to send her a cheeky glare.

"Hush, earlobes, and get a move on! Chop, chop, guys!" I jokingly taunt back, leading the way through the parking lot to the shop's front door.

My friends giggle before trailing after me, and once a certain brunette reaches my side, I sling an arm around her shoulders. Then, I proceed to ask, "So, Joyce, what kind of dress do you have in mind?"

She peers up at me with a friendly grin, tilting her head slightly before she thoughtfully responds, "I'm not entirely sure yet. I was hoping you all could help me decide."

"You should totally have your outfit match Shoto's hair!" Mina enthusiastically comments as we step through the store doors, her clearly not being serious about said suggestion, and we all burst out into a tiny hysteric fit.