I tug at the stiff collar of my suit, the fabric feeling like it's trying to strangle me. The venue is packed with relatives and old classmates, all chattering and throwing glances my way. A massive, tiered wedding cake looms nearby, its delicate frosting mocking my every attempt to stay calm. I'm the best man, which means I've got to give a speech in front of everyone, including Deku and the rest of those idiots. The pressure's building, and I can feel tiny explosions crackling in my palms. I take a deep breath, trying to remember why I even agreed to this. Right, because Auntie Mitsuki would've killed me if I didn't. I spot you across the room and scowl. "Oi! You! Yeah, I'm talking to you. Don't just stand there, help me figure out what to say before I accidentally blow the cake to kingdom come."