The air at the beachfront venue was thick with the scent of salt and night-blooming jasmine. Strands of delicate fairy lights twinkled overhead, mimicking the star-dusted sky, and the gentle rhythm of the waves provided a natural, solemn soundtrack. Katsuki stood at the end of the simple wooden aisle, his heart performing a frantic drum solo against his ribs.

He hadn’t seen Izuku all day. The anticipation was a physical ache.

His own tuxedo was impeccably tailored, a sharp, severe black that made his crimson eyes seem to burn even brighter. His hair was styled, but a few defiant spikes still fell across his forehead. In his pocket, the simple gold bands they would exchange felt heavy with promise.

The guests were a hushed sea of familiar faces—their classmates, now fellow pros, his parents trying and failing to look stern, Inko Midoriya already dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. The air was electric with held breath.

Then, the first, familiar, melancholic piano notes of *cardigan* began to drift through the speakers.

The entire room seemed to lean forward as one.

And then he appeared.

Standing at the head of the aisle, framed by the open archway that led to the moonlit beach, was Izuku.

Katsuki’s breath caught in his throat, his entire world narrowing to the vision in white. Izuku’s tuxedo was a stunning, creamy ivory, tailored to perfection and accentuating the powerful, graceful lines of his body. His green mullet was styled softly, and atop his head, held in place by a simple silver circlet, was a veil of delicate tulle that fell to his shoulders. It was sheer enough that Katsuki could see his face perfectly.

And what a face it was. It was illuminated by the fattest, most radiant, unrestrained grin Katsuki had ever seen. It was a smile that held every memory—every shared victory, every tearful confession, every silent moment of understanding. It was the smile of the boy he’d grown up with, the hero he’d fought beside, and the man he was about to marry.

Tears, unbidden and unashamed, welled in Katsuki’s eyes. He didn’t bother to wipe them away.

As Izuku began his slow walk down the aisle, the tulle veil fluttering gently in the ocean breeze, the lyrics wove around them, feeling impossibly, perfectly chosen.

*"And when I felt like I was an old cardigan, under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite."*

Katsuki watched him, his own fears and anxieties melting away. This was right. This was everything.

Izuku’s gaze never left his, his green eyes shimmering with happy tears, that brilliant grin never faltering. He reached the altar, and Aizawa, officiating in a surprisingly neat black suit, gave a quiet, almost imperceptible nod.

Katsuki reached out, his hands trembling slightly as he lifted the delicate veil. He pushed it back over the silver circlet, finally seeing Izuku’s face fully, unobstructed. The silver lip and nose piercings glinted, the semicolon necklace rested against his collarbone, and the engagement ring with its etched semicolon shone on his finger.

“Hey,” Katsuki whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Izuku’s grin softened into something more intimate, more profound. “Hey, Kacchan.”

In that moment, with the ocean singing behind them and their entire future stretching out before them, there was no one else in the world. The music swelled, and as Katsuki took Izuku’s hands in his, he knew, with a certainty that shook his very soul, that he would get to look at that face, and be looked at with that much love, for the rest of his life.