Written for chivalrousamour, genuine Liphiyo royalty and a pretty cool person at that, for Polyamory Day Ficlet fest.
"These are for you."
"Eh?"
In Aizo's hands: a bouquet of blue forget-me-nots and ruby-red roses.
"These are for you, too."
"E-Eh?!"
In Yujiro's hands: a bouquet of yellow ranunculus and even more roses.
Hiyori stared, and stammered, and sputtered. "Wh-Wh-Wh-Where is this coming from?" she squeaked, hands to her cheeks, face aflame.
Yujiro pushed his bouquet toward her. "Does there have to be a reason? I happened to see these and thought of you, that's all."
"And I wasn't about to let this guy one up me," said Aizo. "Just take them already."
"Yeah. You're making this awkward."
She took Aizo's bouquet in one hand and Yujiro's in the other. "You guys," she mumbled, sniffling. Carefully, she combined the bouquets into one and held them gently to her chest, blinking away happy tears. "Thank you…!"
"We'd did it because we wanted to, so don't thank us," Yujiro said, Aizo nodding beside him.
Neither of them would look at her, but the flowers said everything the boys couldn't.
"And cut!"
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"They look even prettier on-screen," Hiyori says, watching the scene play back on camera. She only has one hand free because she refuses to let go of the flowers, so Aizo is holding it while Yujiro rests a hand on her shoulder.
"Of course they do," Yujiro says, sounding smug and matter-of-fact at the same time. "Real flowers make all the difference."
"I can't wait to see the comments when this episode airs."
Aizo speaks so flatly that both Hiyori and Yujiro have to look at him. He's smirking, eyes bright.
Hiyori turns back to the screen, smiling into her flowers. "Me neither."
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On the way home, Hiyori lets the boys take turns examining the combined bouquet she made. "I know you picked them for their colors," she says, skipping along between them, "but do you know what they all mean?"
Aizo coughs. "Some flowers have more than one meaning…"
"But we did think about it before we picked them."
There's that "we" again, out in the real world instead of only in a script. She wonders if either of them had a hand in writing it.
"Then…" She steps in front of them both, looking up at them— and her breath catches in her throat.
Standing side by side in their comforting everyday clothes, lit by the sunset, holding her flowers; the two of them are so beautiful she almost forgets what she wants to say. She would have, if it weren't so important. She clasps her hands at her chest and says, "Then I accept. I accept your flowers, and your love, and you! And I love you both very much."
The boys' blushes steadily increase, but Aizo's smiling a small smile, and Yujiro is steadily looking at him.
"And even though you already asked me, I've always wanted to say this, so…" She takes a deep breath, rising on her toes, feeling ready to fly and utterly grounded at the same time. "Will you marry me?"
They both squawk; Yujiro flails a bit, clutching her flowers, and Aizo grabs onto him.
"Why are you asking that?!"
"The flowers mean we love you, of course they do, but we—it wasn't—it's not a proposal!" Yujiro says, pushing Aizo away like he hadn't just been about to fall over.
"That's why I'm proposing!" Inwardly, Hiyori is screaming, but she forges ahead. "Because, I was thinking if that episode were how you two proposed to me, I wouldn't mind at all. But I also wanted to say it, since the girl never gets a chance to. And so…" She moves to them, plucks one forgot-me-not and one ranunculus from the bouquet, and offers them to Aizo and Yujiro, a tiny echo of the scene they filmed hours before. "Will you accept my proposal?"
Her hands and the flowers they hold are clasped so gently. The boys' free hands find her cheeks.
She smiles up at them, watches them inhale in tandem, and shuts her eyes.
"I will."
"I will."
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"Did you really mean it?" Aizo asks later, gazing up at Hiyori from where he lays sprawled in her lap.
They're all together on the queen-sized hotel bed, Hiyori pressed up against Yujiro, Aizo absently petting one of Yujiro's outstretched legs.
Past Hiyori would have flailed and panicked and insisted that of course she did, why was he asking— but Present Hiyori smiles, brushes Aizo's bangs from his forehead, and says, "More than anything. And I want our ceremony to be something just for us."
"It would be nice," Yujiro said, "to get registered in spring. April, maybe. Then we could have whatever ceremony we'd like in May."
Aizo frowns. "If we got registered… how would we handle our names?"
Hiyori hums, thinking. Of course. That's a complication.
"I wouldn't mind having yours," he says, lifting a hand to stroke her cheek.
"Neither would I," Yujiro says.
"Maybe we shouldn't get registered, then," she says, though she smiles at the thought. "I've wanted to start a calligraphy project, so maybe I'll just make our own registry."
Yujiro kisses her head. "I really think I'll be happy with whatever we decide."
"Me too," says Aizo after a moment. "Really."
Hiyori holds Aizo's hand to her cheek, leans back into Yujiro, and says, "I have so many ideas."
She's looking forward to deciding with her boys at her side.