"I hate this!" Bakugo screamed out, shivering in his coat.

It was now winter, Christmas almost arriving. Snow flurried from the sky, coating the grounds of Masutafu in a thin layer.

"It'll be alright, Kacchan." Izuku assured, putting his gloved hand in Bakugo's gloved one.

Bakugo grumbled, intertwining their fingers, "The fucking shitty bus shouldn't have broken down. We wouldn't have been stuck walking to the fucking reception point."

Izuku hummed, listening to the complaints of the blonde. They currently were walking to where they planned to have their wedding. The two had spent all morning trying to find their "perfect" spot. They wanted to have their wedding in January, but with the way the weather was going they moved it to March.

"So, did you figure out how your side of the party is dressing?" Izuku asked, ending the blonde's complaints.

Bakugo nodded, "Yeah, themed orange, obviously. The girls picked their dresses out and I picked the suits out for the boys."

"Did you give them a say in anything?" Izuku pressed jokingly.

"Nope, just Jiro and Mina." Bakugo mischeviously smirked.

The two made it to a secluded building, a little ways from the others that opened towards the forest in the back. Bakugo opened the door for the greenette, who smiled gratefully at his fiancee. They breathed in the warm air of the lobby.

"Good evening, fallas!" A man greeted them, approaching them and shaking their hands. "How may I be of service?"

"We've been looking for a wedding reception point and this happened to be on our list." Izuku explained with a smile.

The man grinned, "It's an honor to know that Japan's two greatest heroes hve looked into my reception point. Come, I'll give you a tour of it."

The man didnt walk far, just down a hall with a great double door. It was a dressing room, while the open archway across from it led into the dining hall and ballroom. Light shone within the gigantic room, painting the wooden floor of the dance platform in shapes of light from the window. The other side of the room held another archway, where the man showed the second dressing room. And, finally, he led them outside, which the doors to were connected to the ballroom.

"When will you be having your wedding, sirs?" The man asked.

"March." Bakugo was quick to say.

He nodded, pointing to a stone pathway that led to a raised platform, "We, in the spring and summer, put a wedding pavillion over it. And over there is a field that usually people take photos at."

"Its beautiful." Izuku breathed out. "Even if its covered in snow."

"T-Thank you!" The man thanked. "Hopefully you'll take this point into consideration."

"We'll schedule it." Bakugo bluntly said. "How much?"

"What?!" The man was surprised, caught off guard.

Bakugo blinked, "How much? We want to schedule our wedding reception on this point."

Izuku nodded in agreement and the man beamed, "Depends on your day, month, and time."

"Well, you know March." Izuku hummed. "Saturday the 21st, all day."

"Well, since March is a peak season, and its going to be a Saturday, and its all day." The man paused, seeming to do some math in his head. "$4,100."

"We'll take it." Bakugo said.

"W-What?"

"I said we'll take it."

The man was in disbelief, "W-Wow! Ok. Let me get you the papers to sign and schedule. I can't believe these!"

"Me either!" Izuku chuckled.