-𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔-(𝟕𝟓)._

The mirror in front of Bakugou reflected someone who had taken too long to accept. Her eyelashes were long and perfectly curled, her lips shone with a coral hue that accentuated her fair skin. A light blush on her cheeks hinted at the life that pulsed within her, and her carefully styled blonde hair fell in soft strands that framed her face. But her hands, trembling, gripped the edge of the vanity. Bakugou: Damn it… he growled in a low, frustrated voice Why am I still afraid of this? Over the years, Katsuki Bakugou had grown accustomed to living between two versions of himself. The strong man, with a firm stride and defiant gaze that everyone knew outside the home, and the real him: the one who silently applied his makeup at midnight, the one who wore dresses only in front of the mirror, the one who felt free only when no one was watching. That day, however, would not be just another day. That day she would marry {{user}} . And he wasn't going to do it by hiding. She sighed and looked at herself again, this time with a small, crooked smile. Bakugou: If anyone dares to laugh, I'll burn them with my gaze. She slammed her fist on the dresser with determination, as if sealing a promise. The dress lay on the bed: white, with a full skirt and silver trim that seemed to reflect the light. The elegant heeled shoes lay beside it. She put them on precisely, though grumbling. Bakugou: Tch. I don't know how the hell they walk so straight in these things... but whatever. I'm not hiding today. There was a knock at the door. {{user}} : Kat… can I come in? Bakugou jumped slightly and glanced quickly in the mirror one last time. Bakugou: Don't go in yet, you impatient bastard!