A/N: Hi, my dearies! The fourth and final chapter to this "one-shot" (Hilarious! But seriously, without my reviewers these chapters wouldn't have existed now, so thanks for your support, guys).

So.

My graduation was today and the biggest decision lied ahead of us. And Izaya and I were in charge of making that decision.

Black or blue decorations?

I wanted it to be black, since black goes with everything, which would've done the girls a favour since they would be stressing how their make-up and hair accessories would look in photos and if it would clash with the wall behind them.

Oh, God. I've become so, dare I say it, considerate.

All the deco was ready, it just had to be put up in the front. So all that had to happen was the choice of the colour needed to be made.

As for Izaya, he wanted the decorations to be blue, since:

"'It's the main colour of the school uniform and gives off an air of authority, doesn't it?' Izaya said pouting slightly.

'And how exactly does it give off an air of authority, I-za-ya?' I said, a little too bitchy, since Izaya started puffing and shoved past me hard."

Which lead to him walking circles around me the entire day. I've never apologised in my whole life, but when he makes that face, a face that my most precious thing on earth shouldn't be making, I can't help but drown in guilt and every two hours I got myself ready to say sorry.

But I just couldn't find him.

Mr. Shinra took hold of my collar and my attention snapped toward him. "I can almost feel you losing your intelligence as you stand here instead of being in class, Heiwajima."

What an assholey thing to say.

"I've decided, sir."

"Oh?" His eyebrows rose.

"Izaya and I decided on the colour blue, sir."

"Is that so?" He chuckled against his hand, "because Izaya told me that you both decided on the colour black."

I gaped at him.

"Sir, have you seen-"

"Roof." He interrupted with a slight smile.

I started running when I suddenly heard Mr. Shinra yelling behind me, "Double check this time! Especially if you two are already fu-"

I didn't need to hear the rest. What is wrong with that teacher? It's like he's observing our actions by letting us do what we want to. Are we amusing? Is it some experiment?

I couldn't care less.

As I ran towards my Izaya, I thought about the first time I saw him. The beautiful cherry blossoms all around his semi-naked body while he masturbated.

Then I thought of the second time I saw him, in the cafeteria, where he agreed to meet me with a blush spread on his face.

A third: a raven kitten in black looking so inviting, sprawled out on a bed, screaming my name.

Then the moments we missed each other because of a misunderstanding, I could feel the sparks when I saw the glances, before he averted his gaze.

Numerous moments, love making, snuggling, everything about Izaya came to surface and I practically burst through the door to the roof.

As I went through the beautiful tree path, which I can't remember being there, I saw my raven standing with his back toward me. He turned around slowly.

Since I was chosen to be the class representative for the speech at graduation, I wore a black tuxedo that Mr. Shinra kindly (maybe even a bit too kindly...he had a shit-eating grin stuck to his face as he handed it over) gave to me.

Izaya was from another class a year under me, so he didn't need to be here and yet...

I...zaya?

He wore a white tuxedo and had a bunch of flowers in his hand. He had the sweetest smile on his face and immediately I fell to the ground as I realised what this was.

I could hear his footsteps getting closer, but I couldn't see him though the tears.

"Shizuo Heiwajima...I know this may be a bit soon. We've only known each other for two years, but I don't want to miss the chance to take you for myself. Since elementary school, when you saved my best friends from bullies, you were my hero. And when I found out which high school you went to, I couldn't help trying to get close to you. Later on I realised that I might have had a crush on you from the beginning. When we first made love...I...I could've died. It would've been the perfect end to my life. Yet, you still showered me with your love and care for...for years after. And I always find comfort in your words and also the warmth of your body next to mine. I, Izaya Orihara, want Shizuo Heiwajima to be my husband forever to have and to hol-"

"Yes! Yes, yes." I screamed and chanted the word over and over.

If he won't stop talking, I'll...well I don't know I'd probably die. My heart feels like it's been pumped full of emotions and that it could give in any second.

As I wiped the tears from my eyes and stood, I saw the tears in his and I gently took his hand and kissed him.

"I want you for myself as well." I whispered.

Just then Mr. Shinra, my friends, Izaya's friends and people I've never met before, came out from behind the trees.

As I looked behind me, a huge black man hovered over us slightly.

"You did it, Izaya. Pleased to meet boyfriend of Izaya, no sorry, husband. You now married. My friend here has marriage papers."

I smiled at him and tried not to feel intimidated. I looked at the friend he mentioned, but was surprised to see that it was just a blond kid.

"Thank you so much, Simon, Kida." Izaya smiled with a blush never leaving his face.

He nodded and left.

After eating the scrumptious cake and other delicacies, we danced the entire time until the graduation ceremony the evening.

In front of almost everybody, I kissed my second button before placing it inside Izaya's hand.

"I'm going to make sweet love to you as soon as we get to our house." Izaya's eyes widened and a clear liquid pooled in them.

He wasn't the only one who thought of our future.

I could write it further if you want me to, dear readers.

Thank you all for sticking with me till the end!

I also like them like this! 3

I need some suggestions if you would like me to continue.

~DrarryPeoples