"It's okay to be nervous," but Usui took no comfort from the baseless words.
It was change - to be fair - that made him nervous, but it hadn't always been this way.
Before, his entire apartment building could have caught fire for all he cared, for all he noticed, but now he found himself admiring the little imprints she left on their cushions.
Before, he wandered the streets freely, oblivious to everything, but now he counted her every step, every beat of her heart and every dainty blush that she failed to resist.
Before, the idea of his home being empty did not concern him, but now he held his breathe as he entered. Hoping, longing, and, above all else, wishing that she would be waiting for him inside – tired smiles and arms open for a warm embrace.
Every new development sent shock waves through his body.
He was pulled abruptly from his reverie, throat constricted, and he found himself lurching back in surprise.
Hinata rolled his eyes, "Leave your tie, she likes it." His tone was laced with the ghost of bitterness, but for the strength he possessed, he couldn't bring himself to hate Usui. He couldn't bring himself to hate the man the woman he loved, loved.
Melodramatic gasps cut them off, chatter ceasing as oak doors swung open prematurely – she was never one to indulge in the idea of fashionably late.
She stepped down the aisle, sensible shoes and a simple dress – simple, but elegant.
Nobody spoke, it was not common courtesy at a wedding, but Usui could read from their gaping mouths and glittering eyes, "She's so beautiful."
Misaki's face was tinted rose; her amber eyes seeking out his emerald ones.
This is a remake written a few years after the original, originally titled Change.
