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Denki whines as he puts his hands on his face and cringes.
This suit is a hundred-no, a thousand- times worse than the previous one. He looks like a toddler trying on daddy’s outfit for work. And the colour… No one wants to see that green see the light of day. It looked good under the store’s light but now in the fitting room that’s a whole another story. It’s like someone spread their puke all over the fabric. At this rate Denki is going to end up wearing a garbage bag at the wedding ceremony. And even that would look better than what’s in fashion lately.
God. Denki is getting too old for this. And Eijiro is of no help.
“Dude, you don’t get it, Aoyama is going to kill me,” he complains to Eijiro who is staring at a couple of ties as if he couldn’t tell the very obvious difference between the colours: one is a very bright emerald and the other is forest green. But again Eijiro is painfully straight. He’s probably just spacing out so time can go faster.
“Don’t be dramatic, Aoyama isn’t going to kill you. Bakubro will. We won’t even recover your body, I bet he is the best at disposing of corpses. But at least the groom’s hands will be clean.”
“Eijiro,” he yells petulantly. Sue him for being childish but he is struggling right now.
“Denki!” Eijiro laughs at the face Denki makes.
Eijiro is the enemy. He is not to be trusted with anything.
Denki goes back to the dressing room and fake cries as he sees he ran out of outfits to try on. There were a few leads but nothing promising once he had them on.
There are only a couple of days before the ceremony, time flies by so fast when you are a busy Pro Hero and although it is nice when you get back to an empty appartement it is less convenient when needing to find the perfect ensemble for one of your best friend’s wedding. Bakugo never settled for less than when it came to fashion, probably because he was born into the industry with parents able to sew his clothes to fit him perfectly. And Aoyama. He married into the right family. Bakugo almost broke up with him when he turned their bedroom into a sewing room after meeting Masaru, his future father-in-law.
Bakugo hasn’t given too many instructions, which came as a nice surprise and a miracle. He just said to not get drunk, not talk with his parents (Denki will totally flirt with the infamous Mitsuki, maybe Masaru too, the glasses do something to him) and to not mention Aoyama’s father which was a done deal because from what Denki knows of the man he already wants to gut him.
On the other hand, Aoyama… Denki was happy not to be their witness, Eijiro and Uraraka got a full notebook with notes to prepare for the wedding and Denki already saw what happened when people didn’t follow his instructions when he saw a poor intern get chewed out by Can’t Stop Twinkling after they jumped out a window (to better understand the story it would be best to know they hadn’t been hurt since their Quirk could be used to stay suspended in the air). Denki was but a mere guest attendee.
Still, Aoyama had a few rules for Denki:
1. Get a purple or red suit. The photograph will appreciate the homogeneity.
2. Bring a plus one(understand date because Aoyama made it clear he couldn’t bring a family member).
3. Have the date wear the other colour. Again less editing for the photographer.
4. Do not wear more than two accessories. No hats. ‘I’m not kidding Kaminari, no hats. And rings count as accessories. Two accessories meaning two rings max. No more than that.’
5. Don’t piss off Bakugo. ‘Unless you want to see me angry, do you want to see me angry, Kaminari?’
Which is simply unreasonable, where is he supposed to find a date, an outfit and a victim to harass that isn’t Bakugo in two days and six hours?
“Ei! I’m leaving, if you want to buy a tie it’s now or never!”
His friend peaks his head through, his hand extended to show a deep red tie. “Does it look like Crimson Riot’s red?”
Denki glances at the fabric. “No. I’ll help you get a closer match once I’m out of that dumb shirt. Fuck. Why is there so much lace?”
Eijiro’s face looks a bit red under the light. Maybe he is hot, the A/C is spewing hot air. He stares for a few more seconds as Denki tries to entangle the lace. “Do you need a hand?” Denki is grateful he took pity on him because he can’t tell what he is doing anymore.
The blonde huffs and replies angrily (all the anger being directed at the stupid outfit), “at this rate I might need more than one hand. DID ANOTHER KNOT SPAWN FROM HELL?”
The clerk shushes them. Denki throws his head back with a sigh. He feels warm fingers on his chest, pulling at the strings. His skin tingles where he feels the contact. Eijiro somehow manage to open the shirt enough for Denki’s slight body (he hates that he still can’t get muscles) to slither out of it.
“Thanks, bro, you’re a life saver.”
“It’s fine…”
“Ugh… If you want to leave now you can, I’ll go to a few other shops before closing time. I envy you and Mina, you went shopping and found an outfit right away. Even Sero already has his clothes ready!”
“Let’s not give too much credit to the man that will come to my best friend’s wedding in his Hero gear because he took over his expecting coworker’s patrols and can’t even eat with us.”
“It’s a nice deed!”
“Tell that to Aoyama, he went all Godzilla groom on me! Both of them are so stressed out! They’re killing me and Uraraka. Deku literally had to run across the country twice in the last month because they couldn’t find the perfect flower arrangement!”
Denki can’t help but explodes in giggles at the image. “It’s Deku, he would probably do it every day for Kacchan.” Sometimes it feels like Deku has a crush on Bakugo.
“And twice a day for Uraraka,” Eijiro completes with a smile. Until you remember his beautiful wife.
No one loves Uraraka more than Midoriya, except her parents of course. Denki would like someone like that in his life. Someone to come home to and cuddle with on a cold winter night, someone to share an ice cream with in summer and to cook eggs on cars’ to test how hot it get during a heat wave. Someone whose hands are warm, sweaters are huge and has a toothy grin.
Denki is jolted back to reality by Eijiro soft humming outside the cabin. He hurries to change back to his clothes and comes out. The redhead immediately turns to face him and gives him his brightest smile. “Ready?”
Denki nods. They thank the clerks for their time and exit with a neatly wrapped box dwarfed in Eijiro’s hands. Denki feels a bit jealous of his friend’s height, the blonde isn’t small, he is pretty average and even lean on the taller side but Eijiro grew up to be a giant.
“It’s freezing out there,” the buff Hero states. “I hope it will be a bit warmer this weekend, Bakubro can be really whiny when it’s cold.”
“That’s the nice way of saying he can’t handle a temperature below twenty degrees.”
Eijiro raises an eyebrow. “Are you seriously going to say something? You?”
“I’d like you to know I can survive just fine as long as I have one duvet, three fleece blankets, socks, and those huge fluffy pyjamas!” Eijiro chuckles, his nose is a bit red and he rubs his hands together which is when Denki notices the redhead isn’t wearing his jacket. “You should put on another layer.”
“I’m fine. You’ll beg me for it in ten seconds anyway.”
The blonde slams his hand on his chest theatrically with a gasp louder than a plane taking off. “How dare you?”
Eijiro smirks wickedly and shoves the sweater in Denki’s face. Denki’s heart tighten. Eijiro is too kind… Gives him too much hope.
“Thanks,” he mutters. The jacket is one of the softest Eijiro owns, which Denki doesn’t only know because he casually steal his friends’ clothes but also because he owns the same one (in a size that doesn’t make him look like he is still expecting a growth spurt) and it feels like baby skin.
“I know you said you wanted to go to a few different stores but maybe we could get tea before? I’m paying.”
“Ugh… Yeah and while we’re there I might just ask out the barista, I won’t be able to find a date. Oh no, the date needs to get an outfit that matches mine… Oh dear… Ei, once I’m dead you can have all my video games, apart from my dating sims which Kacchan will get and my Nintendo DS is going to Hanta. Make sure he actually plays every game not just the mining feature in Pokemon Pearl.”
“I’ll make sure he respects your wishes,” Eijiro jokes.
Denki is about to reply when Eijiro’s phone rings. It’s Mina. She changed everyone’s ringtone for her calls to a song someone made about her a little after her Hero debut.
Eijiro hurries to pick up, a huge grin spreading on his face. “Hey! How is the most beautiful lady going?” Denki winces. He isn’t jealous. Just bitter. “Hmm? Is that so? I’ll come right over, don’t fret! … Ah? A knight in shining armour? What are you? Bakugo?”
Denki hears his friend cackle on the other side, never letting Aoyama live his first costume down.
“Hmm. Huh-huh. I’ll bring you coffee if you want, I’m with Denki… Yeah yeah, no sugar… Awww, don’t be ridiculous… Anyway! I’m hanging up. See you later, love you.”
Denki smiles weakly when the redhead turns back to him. His pupils are dilated and his skin wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. “Sorry, I’m focused on you now.”
Denki presses his lips together. He’s got an idea but he isn’t sure it’s a good one.
“Tetsutetsu isn’t invited to the wedding right?”
The electricity wielder knows he shouldn’t have said that. He knows if he continues he is just going to embarrass himself but the frown and the thining lips he gets as a reply makes him want to confidently go down this path of dumbassery and pettiness. It’s not Eijiro’s fault if he is dating someone, Denki really shouldn’t do that.
“Do you think he’d say yes if I asked him to be my date?”
There. He said it. And Kirishima’s face is falling. Too bad, he can’t take it back now.