Bakugou Katsuki hates parties. The music, the people, the dancing, the suit he's wearing. He didn't want to be here.

And yet, he came.

'She invited you because you're friends, and she thinks you're okay with all this. You don't have to come if you don't want to, bro.' Kirishima was a pain in the ass but he's empathetic as fuck. Amongst the self-proclaimed Bakusquad, Kirishima's the most tolerable. He'd consider him his best friend if he had one. It's a good thing he was alone when he caught Bakugou breaking down in a dim alley, punching a wall 'til his fists bled dry.

See, Bakugou Katsuki doesn't deal with emotions. He'd rather bleed, heck, he'd rather die than deal with his feelings. Emotions and all that shit are fucking idiotic, at least for him. 'Holy shit, Bakubro. Are you alright?'

It's been 3 years since that incident. He still remembers it as if it was yesterday.

'Wait, hol' up.' Kirishima slammed his palms on the table. 'Are you saying… That you're not really over Yaomomo yet?' The waitress propped down their drinks on the table. Bakugou waited for her to leave before reacting. 'Say it louder, dipshit! The guy on the other booth didn't hear you!' he said as he smacked his friend in the head. Kirishima scratched the back of his head as he looked around to see if anyone heard him. 'Sorry!' he whispered. He grabbed the glass of scotch in front of him and gulped half of it. 'But Bakubro, it's been 2 years since you guys broke up. She's dating Todoroki for some time now. Heck, we all hang out together!' he blabbed as he took another sip of scotch. 'Plus, you're the one who broke up with her.'

Bakugou's feelings for Yaoyorozu began after the kidnapping incident. He thanked her for involving herself in the 'not rescue' rescue mission to save his ass from the League of Villains. Little did he know that that moment will change his life forever. He had a hard time admitting to himself that he loves her. Not that he's scared of feelings. Bakugou Katsuki isn't afraid of anything. He just… despises it. Fuck feelings!

'Thanks for reminding me I made the worst fucking decision of my life, ass face. Great advice you got there.' he nipped at his whiskey and slammed the glass on the table, his tight grip staying on it. 'I'm fine as long as she's happy.'

'You're fine? You demolished a wall with your bare hands!'

'I said I'm fucking fine, Kirishima. As long as she's fucking happy.'

It's been 3 years since he admitted he's still in love with her. Nothing has changed since then.

"You alright, bro?" Kirishima asked, interrupting him. He hands him a bottle of beer and sits beside him. "I fucking hate these shitty ass parties." Bakugou answered. "This isn't a party, bro. Or that's what Mina says. Weddings aren't parties, according to her." Kirishima laughed. "Thought you won't go. Manly of you to come." "I wouldn't miss it for the fucking world." Bakugou replied, looking down at the bottle in his hands. Kirishima smirked in response.

"You're deep in thought. What's up?" "The fucking what ifs." Bakugou responded bluntly as he swigged at his beer. "What if I fucking said something? What if I didn't faze about the fucking future?" he sighed, looking far ahead of him. "What if—" He paused. Kirishima waited for him to finish his sentence but he remained silent. After a few minutes, Kirishima broke the silence. "As long as she's happy, huh?" "As long as she's fucking happy, shitty hair. As long as she's fucking happy."

Bakugou received his first invitation about 2 months ago. He immediately blew it off with a small explosion upon receiving it. He didn't even open the damned thing. A few days after that, he received a text message from her. 'Hey Katsuki! How are you? Did you receive your invitation? Kinda need your RSVP as soon as possible. Let me know!'

A few weeks after that, another invitation came. This time, he ripped the envelope open but didn't even bother to read what's inside. He threw it in the trash bin along with crappy letters sent by his creepy admirers.

Finally, his last invitation came, delivered by the sender herself.

'Hello, Katsuki.' she flushed, a sweet smile plastered on her face. 'I've been trying to reach you for weeks now but I guess you're busy.' 'Ponytail.' he gulped, surprised to see her waiting outside his home. 'Yeah, I'm pretty swamped with work lately. Paperworks and shit.' She smiled in response, making his stomach twist and his heart beat fast. How does she manage to be this fucking beautiful? 'I see. Well, just dropping by for this.' she said as she hands out his invitation. 'Sorry to pressure you Katsuki but I kinda need your RSVP now.' she chuckled.

He took the invitation from her hands and stared at the invite for a good minute. Their names were embossed in gold ink on a black matte paper; Yaoyorozu and Todoroki. His body froze in place. He felt a tug in his heart as if a hand pulled it out from his chest. He's been ignoring this for almost 2 months now; those letters scripted elegantly right before his eyes. It was like a punch in his face like no other.

'I-I…' he started, stuttering and stumbling over words to say. He was looking down on the invitation in his hand, avoiding her gaze. 'Katsuki?' she asked, concern spreading all over her face. 'Katsuki, I—' 'Are you happy?' he interjected, still not looking up. 'Are you happy, with him?' He waited for her to respond, his heart beating hard every second. She was silent for a minute. 'Yes. Yes I am.'

His heart was racing, his legs were numb, his grip on the invite tightened. ''F course I'll be there. No date, though. She might find out you're my ex. It'll shatter the poor woman's confidence for life.' He tried to sound enthusiastic but it came out as pathetic. Momo's eyes lit up. 'Gee whiz Katsuki. Any woman who dates you after me's most likely better than me, y'know.' she giggled. Hell fucking no. No one's better than you because you're the fucking best. 'Besides, you've already dated tons of women after me.' 'If you consider nailing them and leaving before the sun comes up dating then yeah, sure.' They laughed, Bakugou trying to twist a smile out of his lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck. 'Well, this is great! Thank you, Katsuki.' He wanted to wrap his arms around her, to pull her tighter and tell her she shouldn't be marrying Todoroki. She pulled away with a huge beam on her face. 'Well, we'll see you there.' He stared as she waltzed into the sunset. As long as you're happy, Ponytail. As long as you're fucking happy.

"Oi, Bakugou!" Jirou called out. She waved over to the two guys seating on a bench just outside the venue. "Bride wants to see you." The guys gave her a perplexed look. "Huh? The fuck is this about, earphones?" he growled. "Don't know dude. Maybe she just wants to talk before the ceremony." Kirishima gave him a nudge. He stood up and followed Jirou to the elevator.

The door opened and Jirou allowed him to go in. She held the door open with her arm, pressed the button to Momo's floor and lifted her arm off. "She wants to talk to you alone. 715 farthest room on the left." she said as the elevator door closes, preventing him to protest.

What the fuck does she want? I don't wanna see her on her wedding dress. Why does she have to fucking talk to me, alone at that? Does she enjoy this fucking emotional torture she's putting me through?! Son of a bitch! I shouldn't have come here in the first fucking place!

He wandered through the corridors, his heart beating fast and hard. Before he knew it, he was already in front of her door. He knocked three times before a small voice called out for him to come in.

"Hey ponytail what do yo—" he trailed off. He was mesmerised by the view in front of him. She was wearing a long white wedding dress that hugged her hips and exposed her back. Crystals cascaded her dress and her hair was up in a neat bun with flowers pinned around. She was so damn beautiful, he was lost in his thoughts for a moment. This is how I pictured you'd look like as I wait for you at the end of the fucking aisle.

"How do I look?" Momo asked, facing the mirror right in front of her. She didn't even bother to look at him. He noticed the slight quiver in her voice but he ignored it. His brows furrowed, confused. "What? You called me in here just to ask how you look? You're looking at a god damn mirror!" he growled, clearly annoyed with the question at hand. Did you ask me in here to show me what I missed? You look like a fucking goddess, Momo. She remained silent. He took a deep breath to slightly calm himself. "Ponytail you look—" "Happy? Do I look happy?" she wailed. Her voice cracked. He felt heaviness in the air. He was suddenly lost for words.

She turned around to look at him, tears forming on the corners of her eyes. Bakugou's tone immediately shifted. "Momo, are you okay?" He took a step closer to her. He felt butterflies in his stomach. He felt nervous yet he didn't understand what's happening. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" She met his gaze across the room.

"Katsuki…" her voice was shaking, her eyes were watery. "I can't do this."

Four words. He never knew four words would have such power in his life. Those four words were enough to shock him in place. His heart was beating loud he can hear them banging in his ears. He felt his body froze. It was as if time stopped everything that was moving.

"I can't do this."

Those were the same four words he told her to blow her off years ago; four words he forever regretted saying.

"You can't do what?"

"This, this!"

She run her hands in front of her dress, emphasising what she's wearing. She was hysterical. They gazed at each other for a minute that felt like eternity.

Bakugou felt his chest tightened.

"I should be with you."

There it was - the words. The words that some deep, dark part of him always wanted to hear.

"I should be with you, Katsuki."