[The real question's going to be whether he learns from this or not. Bakugo rubs the side of his face as he sits up in bed, trying not to dislodge the pair of arms clinging to his stomach. Fuck, and he'd been so comfortable too. Sound asleep. Yato's gonna pay for this dearly.

At least that shocked some stupid alcohol out of him. Bastard. Bakugo should've clicked out the second he heard his lisp. He's not such a nice guy as to help someone who shot himself in the foot. But... he is a hero. Unfortunately at times like this. Great. Yeah, that apology counts for shit.]

Why... why the fuck's Undercut a bridesmaid. He's not a girl. [Ugh, goddammit, Vash. He better not say he wants to wear a dress or some bullshit like that. Yato's listing off shit and he has a feeling what's coming. Honestly, does the god thinking waking someone up to ask him to do THIS is a good idea?

... Bakugo's been to one or two weddings before, always as an audience. Being in the actual ceremony? Great, Yato lands on something the hero doesn't have a clue how to do. It leaves him blinking, both in surprise and embarrassment. And kinda touched Yato would even ask him, but that's unsaid.]

This couldn't have waited. [Is that a question or a statement. Who knows. He drags his hand down his visage. Be Yato's best man. After he threatened to kill the guy. That works.] I'm not wearing a shitty tie.