You walked over and slammed your hands down on the bench in front of her, “Mum.” You said sharply with an acute inhale through the nose. “I. Need. To see. The album. From that wedding. NOW!”
“Why are you so hell bent on finding out if he was at your aunty’s wedding?” She said with a laugh.
“Because he could be my one true love, that’s why?!”
“Child, where do you get this dramatic flair from?” She said with a chuckle and a tired sigh. “Listen, I’ll ring your Aunty. She would definitely have the album at her place if it isn’t here.”
“I know it’s definitely not here.” You said. “I tore your room apart looking for it.”
“Yes, I know because I had to clean it up!” Your mum said with a sigh. “Ok, let me ring her and ask.”
She pulled out her mobile and rang your aunty. “Hey, just me. I have a very desperate girl here, who claims her one true love went to your wedding and she needs to see the album to find him or she’ll die.” Your mum said bluntly, looking you dead in the eye as she spoke to your aunty.
The was a pause then your mum laughed. “Ok great, thank you, you’ve saved me from arranging a funeral, I’ll send her over.”
Your eyes lit up and you squealed loudly while your mum waved her hand at you to try and get you to calm down.
“Ok….no worries, thank you again, bye.” Your mum said before hanging up the phone.
“She said she has the alb—.”
“Ahhhhhhh, oh my god, thank you so much you’re amazing and I love you.” You screamed at your mum as you tried to hug her over the bench, dropping your bag on the floor in the process.
“Ok calm down now, your aunty is expecting you, go!” She said with a shoo-ing motion of the hand.
“You are the best and I’ll give you front row seats at the wedding.” You shouted as you raced out the door.
“I’m the mother of the bride! Of course I’ll get front row seats!” You heard her yell in reply as the front door slammed closed behind you.
You got to your aunty’s place in no time flat and tried to push the door open to run inside but didn’t quite time the turning of the handle and pushing of the door at the same time and ended up running face first into the door.
“I’m here!” You yelled as you finally entered.
“Yes, I heard you imprint your face into my wooden door.” Your aunty’s dry reply came, drifting from the study.
You followed where her voice came from and found her pulling out the albums.
“I love you, I love you!!” You squealed as you walked in and picked one up, opening it and scanning the pictures.
“Who exactly are we looking for?” Your aunty asked. “I’ll help.”
“Little kid, red and white hair, two different coloured eyes, one blue, one grey.” You listed authoritatively as you continued to flick though pages.
So far the book you had picked up were the pre-wedding pictures of your aunty getting ready in the morning with the bridesmaids and you.
“Ok, this is the wrong book,” you said, putting it down and picking up another.
“I have the ‘attendants in the garden’ album?” Your aunty said.
“YES! I kinda remember it being a garden setting?” You replied, holding your hand out to her. “Can I have a look, please?”
She nodded and handed it to you. You started at the beginning and started scanning though the photos, muttering ‘red and white’ as your eyes flicked over the pictures.
Suddenly you spotted him.
“There!” You gasped loudly, pointing to a picture. “There he is!”
Your voice was so shrill it shocked your aunty and she nearly dropped the other album she had picked up. She looked over to where your finger was planted firmly onto the page.
It was the back of the little boys head but he definitely had red hair on one side and white on the other.
“Yep! Well he definitely matches your description.” Your aunty said with a laugh. “Is this where we say ‘case closed?”
“Not quite,” you mumbled. “I need to see if I can find a picture of him and I together OR.” You reached into your shirt and pulled out the ring on the necklace. “Find a picture of him holding this ring.”
“Did he gave that to you?” Your aunty asked curiously.
“Yeah, he did… well, that’s what I remember anyway..”
“Ok well I’ll help.” Your aunty said, turning her attention back to the album in hand.
“I’m pretty sure it happened in the garden.” You added, still flicking though the album in front of you.
There was silence as you both looked through your respective books.
You found a few more pictures of Todoroki with his parents but none of him on his own or with you and certainly none with the ring.
“Well I have half a bit of evidence…” You thought as you came to the end of the album.
The last few pictures in the album were group photos with the bride and groom and you were about to close the book and move to the next one when you saw a group shot with all the kids in it.
You looked. There you were in your flower girl outfit standing next to Todoroki. Your heart skipped a beat as you stared at the photo, then a little blond boy standing on the other side of you in the picture, drew your attention.
“A-Aunty?? Who is that?” You asked, pointing to the blond boy.
She looked over. “Oh! Umm I’m not sure but if you pull the photo out I’ve written the names of everyone on the back and their connections to us.” She said with a laugh. “There were so many random people at the wedding that day, I had to asked relatives who everyone was.”
You pulled the photo out and flipped it over, scanning the names.
“NO!” You screamed.
“No?!” Your aunty laughed. “What’s ‘no’?”
Your dead, soulless eyes slowly looked up and met hers. “That blond kid is Bakugou.”
“And?” She asked.
“Ok well first of all, what the heck is he doing there?! And second…” You turned the picture back over and pointed to his hand that was half open.
Your aunty looked where you were pointing. “Oh! The same ring as what’s around your neck!”