Two weeks later, everything felt normal again. Katsuki had Mini distract Ochako in typical Mina fashion so that he could converse with Eijiro.

"I want to do something special for Cheeks," Katsuki stressed.

"Why do you sound mad about it?" Eijiro asked, sitting down on his bed.

Standing by the bed, he flexed his jaw and spoke through gritted teeth. "It needs to be fucking perfect."

"Gotcha. And why are you asking me?"

"I didn't wanna stoop to Icy Hot's level. Or Sparky's."

Eijiro's eyes lit up. "I'm honored."

"Tch."

"Seriously!" He clapped and rubbed his hands together. "Okay, what kinda wow factor are we going for? Excitement? Fuzzy feels? Do you want her to swoon?"

"Everything."

"Everything?"

"Every. Thing."

Eijiro got out of bed and walked over to his desk. "I'm gonna need a notebook..."

xXx

That Saturday evening, Ochako was inside of Mina's dormitory. Mina wanted to practice doing makeup on others and chose Ochako as her guinea pig. They chatted about their boyfriends and giggled.

"Oookay, and"—Mina grabbed a hand mirror for Ochako to see herself—"look!"

Brown eyes opened, and she gasped when she saw her reflection. The last time her makeup was like this had been the night of the gala. It was soft and pink, complementing and highlighting her natural features.

She gasped. "You did such a good job!"

Mina beamed at the praise. "Thank you."

"I think it looks better than the last time you did my makeup."

"That was what, the gala?" Mina gasped. "The gala! Ochako, you should put your dress on again!"

She merely laughed it off. "Why?"

Mina grabbed her hand and led the way out of her dormitory. "Because since you mentioned I've improved, I need to see the final image."

Sure enough, Ochako ended up in the dusty rose dress. It made her think of Katsuki. She looked at him in a whole new light the last time she wore this.

Mina couldn't stop smiling. "You look beautiful."

Grinning, Ochako twirled around. "I hope I can dress up like this again soon."

"But you are dressed up now."

She playfully rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean."

A gasp slipped past Mina's lips.

"Oh, no," Ochako chuckled. "What now?"

"Want to take pictures of you like this for your boyfriend?"

Heat rushed to her cheeks. "Wh–why would I do that?"

"So he can have nice photos of you dressed up. I bet he doesn't have any."

"Well, no..."

"Great! I'll find the heels you wore for the gala, and we'll go outside."

"But it's getting late. The sun's already setting."

Mina stepped over to the closet and searched for the heels. "It'll make for perfect lighting. We can go to the gazebo by the lake. It'll be so pretty to pose you there!"

Ochako knew once Mina had her mind set on something, there was no stopping her. "All right. But only for a little bit since it'll be chilly."

Mina faced Ochako with heels and a wrap in hand. "Put these on and brush your hair so we can get going!"

xXx

On the way to the gazebo, Mina stopped Ochako occasionally for photos if she liked the background. When they rounded the corner, Ochako's breath hitched.

Katsuki waited at the gazebo, wearing what he wore the night of the gala. He looked dashing as ever in the all-black. Crimson eyes didn't look away from Ochako.

Mina slipped the wrap off of Ochako and lightly pushed her forward. Job done, she rushed to leave the couple alone.

Ochako approached the gazebo, getting closer to her boyfriend. "Are we getting married?"

He let out a genuine laugh, smiling at her. "Not yet."

"I had a weird rush that I was walking down an aisle to you."

A spell surrounding the gazebo made the temperature comfortable, and tiny golden orbs provided light to compete with the setting sun. The floating harp began to play music on its own.

Tears welled in her eyes. "Katsuki..." she breathed.

He fought back a grin, wanting to keep his cool composure. "It's just a little something for you, Angel."

"It's perfect."

He held out his hand for her. She took it, stepping into the gazebo with him. His hands positioned them to dance, and he pulled them close together. He pecked the tip of her nose before he led them in a slow dance. The motions were simple enough for now.

"I didn't know you could dance," Ochako said.

"We never did dance together the night of the gala."

"You were too busy standing in the corner," she teased.

"I didn't plan on learning I had a soul mate."

"Now look at you."

Katsuki twirled her around and pulled her in closer than before. "Look at us."

A smile curved her lips. "I love you."

"I love you too, Angel."

xXx

A/N: Do I have it in me to write a little Epilogue? I think so...