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𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐲

Asumi stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the delicate lace of her dress while Nejire applied the final touch of highlighter to her cheekbones.

"You look so beautiful," Nejire sighed dreamily, stepping back to admire her work."Like, actual fairytale princess levels of gorgeous."

Asumi laughed softly, but before she could respond, Mina rushed in with her clipboard, all business. And this was why she was the maid-of-honor. "Alright! T-minus thirty minutes! Flowers? Perfect. Seating? Handled. Rings? Not lost—yet." She shot Jiro a look, who was still struggling with the buttons on the back of Asumi's dress.

"This is ridiculous," Jiro muttered. "Why are there so many buttons? This is a trap."

Todoroki, leaning against the vanity with his usual calm, shrugged. "You'd think with your guitar skills, this would be easier for you."

Jiro shot him a look. "You wanna do it?"

"No."

Mina turned to Todoroki with an exasperated huff. "And why exactly are you in here? Aren't you supposed to be with the groomsmen?"

He took a casual sip from a glass of water he snagged from the table full of assortments and refreshments for the bridal party. "Bakugo's stressed. I'd rather be in here."

Asumi stilled, her expression faltering.

The bridesmaids didn't seem concerned, but they noticed the shift immediately.

Nejire's eyes widened. "Oh! Oh, no no, not like—"

Mina quickly waved her hands. "Not in a bad way! He's just, y'know, him."

Jiro snorted. "Probably mad that he can't control every little detail."

"Or," Momo cut in, gently but firmly swatting Shoto to the side, "he's just overthinking things because he wants everything to be perfect for you." She turned to Asumi, her voice warm. "But you are the one thing he's completely sure about."

Asumi blinked, her shoulders easing as she exhaled. "Yeah... yeah, okay."

Mina grinned, nudging her lightly. "C'mon, do you really think Bakugo of all people would freak out about marrying you?"

A slow smile formed on Asumi's lips. "No... he'd freak out about other people messing it up."

"Exactly!" Nejire cheered. "He's probably yelling about the cake size right now." That was exaggerated, but not far off.

That made Asumi laugh, tension melting from her posture.

"See?" Momo smiled. "Nothing to worry about."

The moment of ease was interrupted by a quiet voice.

"You look... really beautiful."

Asumi turned to see Tamaki standing there, his hands in his pockets, his gaze steady despite the faint pink dusting his ears. His usual nervous energy was subdued by something steadier, something older.

Asumi turned to him fully, her lips parting slightly before softening into a warm smile. "You really think so?"

And for a moment, the Amajiki siblings were little once more, as it was hard not to picture his little sister who used to wait for him outside to come home from school with her hair done up in pigtails and a goofy grin on her face. She was there again now, only this time in a big white dress.

Where had time gone, again?

Tamaki gave a small nod, smiling softly at her as her grin formed into that big one she wore when they were kids. It had only returned after the events of her first year at U.A. and hadn't faltered since.