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The bridal suite thrummed with disorder. Shoto stood motionless in his tuxedo amidst the frenzy as his groomsmen tore through bags, hunting for a tie that was nowhere to be found—finally settling for the spare Denki produced. The air grew heavier with each passing second. Then Tokoyami lowered his phone, his expression somber. The cake was gone, he reported, and the venue’s main pillars had given way to the hurricane’s fury. Bakugo’s roar of frustration pierced the room, but Shoto didn’t hear it. His hand was clenched over his heart, fingers digging into the fabric, his usual composure splintering as a cold dread seized him. What if this pressure was cardiac? What if Dulce Caroline saw this ruin and walked away?