:D
Oh, I've been wanting to write this for a while.
Just humour me and laugh.
It was a beautiful spring day, sakura petals fluttered in the sweet breeze like confetti before being whisked off into the blue sky. Warm sunlight fell upon the crowd, who matched it with their warm smiles as they clapped for the happy couple.
And there was the bride, resplendent in a dress whiter than snow, with beads that caught the sunlight like diamonds and lace that almost put the sakura to shame. His eyes shone, his cheeks glowed with a modest blush, and his veil fluttered behind him like a battle standard, as Nayuki bounced down the aisle towards his smiling groom, radiating pure joy.
The only person looking at this scene in slight bewilderment was a young man with bright amber eyes and an uneven haircut. The guest standing next to him seemed indifferent to the oddities presented in the scene set before him; he even smiled a little as he clapped for his friends' happiness. Kazahaya joined in uncertainly, giving Rikuo a sideways glance every now and again.
The couple stood at the altar as the sakura petals fluttered around them and uttered their vows. With a loving smile the steady Mukofujiwara slipped a ring onto his bride's finger and drew his sweet Nayuki into a kiss. The crowd cheered. The birds chirped. Kazahaya blushed.
And when all was said and done the bride turned his back to the crowd, gave a whoop and tossed his bouquet into the crowd. All eyes followed it as it sailed through the air like a programmed missile to land, inevitably, in the hands of a young, pretty pharmacy employee.
"Hell no" the boy was quick to utter before shoving the bunch of flowers in his acquaintance's hands. "I don't want it. You can have it."
Rikuo returned his co-worker's look of uneasy disgust with an incredibly broad smirk and a twinkle in his eye.
"Hell no." Kazahaya rapidly retorted, a red blush staining his cheeks as he narrowed his eyes in Rikuo's direction.
"Sure." Was all the reply he got before the larger boy walked off whistling to himself, one hand in his jacket pocket and the other holding the bouquet of doom.