This has been a long time coming. Enjoy!

Izuku sucked in a deep breath and fiddled with his tie. Then, once he was satisfied, he pushed open the double doors and entered the chapel. It was moderately sized. Relatively out of the way to avoid media attention, but not so remote that it would be a hassle to get to. Inside, everyone was wearing either a formal suit or a fancy dress.

Izuku hurried to his place and waited. Soon, the music began. Wedding music. The door opened. In strode Erma in a gorgeous white wedding dress. She glided down the aisles with an almost ghost-like smoothness, an impression helped by the veil covering her face. She looked as gorgeous as-

No, Izuku shouldn't think like that, not anymore. Instead, he looked up to the altar, where Yosetsu Awase was waiting.

He is a lucky man.

The ceremony proceeded, leading up to the moment when the priest declared, "You may now kiss the bride."

As the couple kissed, Izuku and the rest of the room clapped. The reception was a blur of frequent toasts of fond memories with classmates. Some expressed amusement, or mild disappointment in Ashido's case, that he wasn't the groom here. Back in High School, Izuku and Erma would have agreed with her (not that they'd admit it).

Erma and him had been friends since elementary school. Throughout those years, they'd both had very strong crushes on each other. As years went by, those crushes didn't fade. In fact, they intensified. Everyone around them urged them to confess, but the two would always blush, stammer out a response, then flee. In their more cognizant moments, they would also say they did not want to rush things. Instead, they would let their relationship develop naturally.

Then it just…never did.

The two continued their friendship, blushing, getting flustered, then pretending they weren't. They kept at it until they both graduated. After that, the two went to separate agencies. They kept in touch, occasionally met up, but nowhere near as much. Izuku still pined, and he believed Erma would too.

But then, after months of neither seeing each other, Awase gathered the courage to ask her out. He'd been working as a sidekick in a nearby agency, allowing the two to become close friends. Erma had been flustered, but accepted. After all, she had never been on a date before. It went well enough that she agreed to another. And another. Soon enough, she'd fallen in love with her new boyfriend.

Had Izuku been disappointed? Yes. Absolutely. He didn't deny it. But he also never admitted it, least of all to her. Her romantic affection was hers to give, and hers alone. She had every right to be happy with whomever she chose. Plus, as more than one person pointed out, if Izuku had wanted to be with her, he should have (and very easily could have) asked her out himself.

Despite his disappointment, Izuku was glad Erma was happy. Every smile, every cheerful text, all of it reinforced that this was ultimately a good thing. After all, what were his romantic wishes when compared to his friend's real happiness? So, here Izuku was, at Erma's wedding, toasting to his best friend begin her first day of her new life with the man she loved.

Izuku now leaned against one of the tables with a glass of champaign. Next to him, Mei was feverishly sketching invention designs, the only way to get her to sit still. As Izuku sipped his drink, he saw several couples on the dance floor. Even Kacchan. Izuku wondered if he'd actually been invited or if he'd come as his girlfriend's date?

As Izuku took another sip, someone else's hand brushed his. Someone else's very cold hand. Izuku glanced to the side. "Hi Erma," he said.

Erma smiled and nodded. Her smile faded for a more concerned look.

He gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry Erma. Any problem I might've had, I'm over it. You're happy, and that's what matters most. Besides, I can't object when I didn't do anything, can I?"

Erma sheepishly shrugged.

"I suppose I'll just have to either be more proactive next time," Izuku said, "That or hope whoever I meet is as forward as your groom was."

Erma flushed slightly. She couldn't argue with that.

"Speaking of," Izuku took note of the change in music to something slower. He gestured to the dance floor, where Awase was looking at her. "I think you know where you need to be."

She squeezed his arm slightly, then made her way over to Awase. The two danced in perfect harmony, both staring fondly into each other's eyes. Izuku's mind treacherously wondered what could have been. What if he'd been willing to express his feelings, what if they'd gotten together, what if-

Erma threw a curious look at him. Izuku gave her a smile. As she looked back to her husband, her smile returned. At that moment, Izuku knew that she would never have the same thoughts as him. Never again.

But then, he supposed there was no point to him having those thoughts either, except figuring out what he'd do next time he had a chance.

"Hey Izuku, something on your mind?" Himiko said, sliding up to him.

"Nothing much. What about you?"

"Oh the usual, enjoying the wedding, the red wine especially." She glanced at Mei. "She gone crazy yet?"

"Not yet," Izuku said. "I'm surprised you were able to keep yourself sane."

"Oh Izu, I learned how to sit still and act classy long before I met you. Even if I prefer not to."

"Hence your lunging for the bouquet. And possibly biting one of the other women."

"You can't prove anything!" she said.

Izuku chuckled. Meanwhile, Himiko stared at the dance floor. "I should head out there," she muttered. "But first, I'm going to go get one last drink. I'll be right back."

Izuku watched her retreating form before glancing at Mei. She looked up and said, "Do you need any babies designed right now?"

"No, not right now," Izuku said with a fond smile.

"Ok."

Izuku glanced from Mei, to Himiko, and then to the dance floor. He should stop thinking about what might have been, and what could be. And perhaps, he should start by taking the first step. Just before setting down his glass, he took one last sip. Erma and Awase were about to start a new chapter of their lives. And maybe, Izuku was too.

In the dorms of UA, two first-year students suddenly catapulted out of their beds. One was a boy with a haunted quirk, and the other was a half-Yokai ghost girl. Despite their differences in personality, origins, and being several rooms apart, both sat in bed a cold sweat while the same thoughts echoed through their minds.

What a horrible nightmare!

APRIL FOOLS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm sorry, that was so evil of me! But I just couldn't resist!

Yes, THAT was the main reason I've been so active in this AU recently. I was going to release those over a longer period of time, but life got in the way. But I didn't want to wait another year, hence my blazing through. Erma's groom was originally unnamed, but after I managed to post the one with Awase, I made it him.

Sadly, thanks to misreading the number of days I had, I didn't release one of my chapters before this one, especially since that chapter was meant to lead to this. Oh well, I might still release it. (Not sure if I'll change it, or just reorder the series to put it first).

Anyway, thanks for reading, feel free to scream at me in the comments!