The 24-year old paced back and forth. The edge of her thumb nail made its recent home on her lips as she bit on it in nervousness. A sigh left someone's lips, "You're going to run a rut in the carpet, Kitty Kat."

The young woman paused her pace and turned to a suit and tie blond. His hair was in a half up and half down hair style. He wore clear glasses with red frames. Katrina ran her fingers up and down her arms being mindful of the lace sleeves, "I am not."

The blond lounged back stretching out his long legs. He pointed a finger gun at her, "You're not the only one who is nervous today."

Katrina's brows raised. She shook her head, "There's no way that he would be nervous. Nothing phases him."

Hizashi snorted, "Alright okay. Last I checked on him, he was trying to tie his tie but kept messing it up."

Katrina looked at him pointedly, "Why don't you... I don't know help the man with that since your tie seemed to be in pristine shape?"

Hizashi's face held amusement. He laced his fingers and placed them behind his head, "Currently the bride to be wants their host of honor so I cannot be to his help."

Katrina picked up her tulle skirt heading to the door, "Fine if you won't I will."

Hizashi scrambled to his feet, "Woah woah there! You know it's bad to see the groom before a wedding."

The auburn haired woman gave him a look, "I don't care for superstitions. Since his best man is busying lounging in the bride to be's dressing room, I'm going to take your place."

Before the blond could stop her, she slipped away towards where the groom to be's dressing room would be. Katrina would've picked someone else as her maid of honor but she didn't get close to anyone in high school other than the two. She didn't get close to anyone at her agency. The woman stopped at the door and knocked,"Shouta?"

Something fell in the room and a curse left his lips. She heard more things falling then his voice called to her, "Katrina? You're not supposed to be here. You're supposed to be getting ready."

Katrina rolled her eyes, "I'm coming in."

Her lithe fingers wrapped around the door knob turning it. Her heart was beating against her rib cage. On the floor was her husband-to-be blotting the carpet of the spill. It looked to be a pitcher of water he ran into. The box of tissues laid on the ground with some tissues creating a trail to him. Katrina moved into the room and headed to the bathroom, "Tissues won't work as well."

She slid off the towel from the rack and headed back to him. She noticed he hasn't looked up from the spill. Katrina held out the towel, "Here use this."

He quickly grabbed it and used it to blot the ground. Shouta could see the ends of his wife-to-be's wedding dress. He could feel his heart bounce crazily in his chest. Katrina picked up the tie on the counter by the mirror. Shouta noticed his wife moved away from him. He nearly let out a breath of relief but it was stopped short when he heard her, "You know we both don't believe in superstitions. I noticed you've been ignoring me when I entered. You can look, you know?"

Shouta swallowed hard. Katrina played with his black tie. The smooth texture felt cold against her fingertips. Katrina watched her soon to be husband stand up from the spill. Katrina waved the end of his tie side to side, "I heard from a little birdy, you couldn't get your tie on. He refused to help because he, I believe, like to see you suffer for once since this isn't like you."

Shouta cleared his throat, "Well... I'm not nervous."

Katrina's lips turned into a small smirk, "Oh really? So you intentionally knocked the pitcher and threw down the tissues? You also know how to tie a tie but can't tie one now?"

Katrina took a few steps closer to him. With the heels, she was able to not push her self too high to reach him. Her hands lightly touch his back and she could feel his muscles slowly relax. Her lips reached his ear, "You know I can help you with this tie situation."

Shouta closed his eyes to take a deep breath. He reached behind him taking her hands in his. He lightly rubbed his thumbs against her palms. A small smile came to his lips. He could feel the light clamminess on her palms. She was nervous too. He moved her hands to wrap around him. His tie was gripped lightly in her hand. He raised her hands to his lips. Shouta lightly kissed each knuckle and then each palm. Katrina was lightly pressed against his back. She rested her cheek against his back feeling it expand and release from his breathing. Katrina lightly closed her eyes. Shouta's voice was soft and just above a whisper, "Are you okay now?"

Katrina's voice matched his volume, "Are you?"

Shouta released her hands and slowly turned around to give her time to push away from his moving back. Shouta felt his breath being taken away. He bent down to her height. His lips just a breath away from hers. His right hand cupped her cheek. He whispered, "Always when I have you."

Katrina chuckled, "You hide the fact you are actually a soft romantic. I love it."

Shouta took a step back taking in his soon to be wife. Shouta noted her hair was braided at the crown working it's way into a chignon. Pink peonies were woven into the back into the chignon. Shouta's heart skipped a beat when he thought back on the first bouquet of flowers he gave her on their first date to confess their 'I love you's. Pink Peonies. His eyes moved to her face seeing a neutral rosy color painted on his fiance's lips. Light mascara and a winged liner for her eyes bringing out the grey color of hers. It made it look sharper if that could happen. Katrina looked at her fiance seeing his dark grey suit jacket was unbuttoned as well as his white button up. The top two buttons were left unbuttoned. She swallowed. His black vest hung unbuttoned off of his body.

Shouta noticed the floral lace patterns in the illusion neckline hiding the sweatheart neckline. The lace continued on the bodice hiding the satin. The sleeves hugged her biceps as it was off the shoulder. He could see the train of her dress wasn't long but enough to show. Katrina's voice made him remember to breath, "Shou? Want me to help you with your tie?"

Shouta nodded swallowing. His voice came out in a rasp, "Yes. Please."

Katrina stepped closer to her soon-to-be-husband and popped his collar. Shouta watched her fingers slowly smooth the tie across his chest. He swore he could feel the warmth of her hands through his tie and shirt. Her fingers lightly touch his skin when she buttoned the button up. Shouta watched the young woman tie the tie in a windsor knot. He bit inside his cheek. He wanted to steal a kiss before the ceremony but he knew he would get more in both of their lifetimes. Katrina pulled away allowing him to finish up buttoning up. Shouta worked quickly at his vest then jacket. He breathed out, "Thank you."

Katrina ran her hand on his tie hiding behind the vest and jacket. She winked, "This is more to satisfy tonight or now but we have a wedding to get to, don't we?"

A smile played on his lips. His hand shot to hers and laced their fingers together. He raised it up, "Only if you promise to do what you did when Hizashi was out of town and his bed-."

A loud voice came from the hall, "YOU DIDN'T!"

Katrina snorted pulling on her husband-to-be's hand. It sounded like the blond had to reign in his quirk for a moment. The couple passed the blond. Katrina turned to the horrified blond and winked, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Hizashi tried to wipe away at his suit, "I slept in that!"

Shouta hid his laugh. Katrina couldn't stop laughing at the expense of her friend.

Shouta wrapped his arm around his newly wedded wife. A smile brightened her features. Shouta felt proud and warm that he is the reason for her happiness. He wouldn't ever want to see the smile be wiped off of her face or be the cause of it being gone. He vowed during the ceremony to keep those lips smiling. Shouta bent his head down nuzzling into his wife's hair. His words tickled her, "Let's skip this."

Katrina lightly nudged her newly wedded husband in the side, "We can't! Your parents, Hizashi's parents and Hizashi are here. We decided to have a close dinner with them afterwards."

A pair of arms wrapped around each of the newly weds' shoulders. A blond wedged his face between the couple, "Sooooo, it's American food right? To pay homage to Kitty Kat?"

Shouta removed his arm from his wife. He drank his red wine slightly irritated of his friend. Katrina shook her head squeezing the blond's cheeks, "Nope! We are having traditional Japanese wedding food. I am a Japanese American. The only 'American' about this wedding is our choice of clothing and style. So you better sit your butt down at the table."

Hizashi tore away from his friend's crushing grip. He rubbed his cheeks, "No need to get rough, favorite listener. Save that for tonight with your husband."

Hizashi moved quickly out of the woman's reach. Shouta glanced at his blushing bride with a hint of amusement. Shouta mumbled into his wine, "He's only getting back at you for teasing him about his bed."

Katrina tilted her head to look at her husband, "You know the truth about it."

Shouta's lips turned into a smirk. His hand lightly pressed against her lower back, "We should get to dinner. Our parents are waiting."

Katrina pursed her lips, "You know we could skip this and let Hizashi deal with his parents and yours. That'll go well."

Shouta chuckled, "As much as I want to, we both know we still can't. My parents would find a way to murder me."

Katrina held up her arm and flexed it. Her other hand tapped her bicep. She commented, "Not on my watch. I'll take your wounds and pain."

Shouta playfully rolled his eyes. He bent down to her ear. His words whispered against the shell of it, "That's more of my job but tonight the only thing you'll be feeling is-."

His mother scolded him when she saw her son and new daughter-in-law, "Shouta! You can have your wife all to yourself. It's time for us to have a family dinner and let your father and I welcome our new daughter-in-law."

Katrina hid her chuckle behind her hand. Shouta lightly guided his wife to the room where they would be dining in. She could hear the light grumbles coming from Shouta's mouth. He could hear his wife's light chuckles and lightly bumped his side into hers, "She's your mother-in-law now."

Katrina waved her hand, "Her and I get along just fine."

Shouta pulled out his wife's chair making room for her to sit. Soon both newly weds were sat down and everyone started to eat. It was a beautiful day. It was a small ceremony. Very small as the occupants of the dinner are the ones who attended. Just like how the two wanted... Away from the lime light and kept personal.