Three days later, the foursome headed to the cake tasting appointment Kuroko had scheduled with the caterer. As they all sat at a circular table, the two love birds beaming excitedly, Kuroko and Akashi turned to one another to pass the time until the first cake sample arrived.

"So how many cakes are we tasting anyway?" the redhead asked.

"Hm, I believe there were six on his list."

Akashi sighed, but the bluenette could tell he wasn't really bothered at all, and suddenly, a thought came to him. Rather, a memory, old and faded.

It was only two weeks after the two had started dating. Akashi had come over to Kuroko's one night, carrying a large box of cake mix, as well as many other baking utensils and accessories. Kuroko had raised a brow curiously, eliciting a sheepish shrug from the redhead.

"I heard it was your birthday."

Kuroko had blinked, a blush covering his cheeks. "H-How did you know?"

Akashi had smiled as he gently pushed his way through. "I know everything."

Kuroko snapped out of his thoughts as the first sample was set before them. A delicate, exaggerated dish, commonly known as, chocolate angel cake. Leave it to Kise to be simplistic with cake. But it was delicious, the best tasting chocolate angel cake Kuroko had ever tasted, not to mention the most beautifully displayed. As they brought out the second serving, Kuroko's thoughts wandered again.

One hour and many mistakes later, the two had given up on baking the cake. Instead, Akashi had opted to dip his fingers into the batter before smearing it onto the bluenette's face. Kuroko had laughed as he playfully shoved the redhead away.

"Jerk!" he'd yelled as he pulled the batter away and did the same, covering his entire face in chocolate. Akashi had stood utterly still as Kuroko laughed hysterically, until a large smirk slowly found its way to his face, ceasing Kuroko's laughter. "A-Akashi?"

"It's okay, Tetsuya," he'd said softly, "Now come kiss me."

The bluenette's eyes had widened as the redhead lunged toward him, and he'd barely escaped his chocolate lips as he ran laughing and shrieking around the house, Akashi never too far behind.

Kuroko had failed to register the rest of the taste samples as he'd been lost in his own mind. He came back to reality just as Kise had made his decision. Or rather, as Akashi had guessed it for him.

"Akashi-cchi, how did you know?"

Akashi merely shrugged. "I know everything."

XXXXXXXXXX

Aomine and Akashi were pushed out the door the next day, as Kise and Kuroko had planned to use the whole main room as they discussed the flower arrangements.

"But why can't we just stay here and chill?" Aomine asked.

Kise never stopped pushing the tan man toward the door. "Because you and Akashi-cchi are loud and opinionated! Go play some basketball!"

Aomine suddenly stopped resisting as he stepped outside, almost causing the blonde to fall. "Actually, that's a good idea. I'll call Midorima."

Akashi blinked. "May I call Atsushi, then?"

Aomine stared at him for a moment, eyes wide. Was Akashi really asking for permission? From him, nonetheless? "Uh, sure. Two on two?"

The redhead nodded, and they walked away, Kise staring after them fondly. He shut the door and walked back to where Kuroko was spread out on the floor, surrounded by a number of flower and wedding magazines. "Alright. Let's get to work, Kuroko-cchi~"

XXXXXXXXXX

A couple of hours later, Akashi and Aomine arrived back to find the other men putting their magazines away. "Good game?" Kise asked, dancing over to kiss his love's cheek.

"Oh yeah. Akashi's not bad."

"You sound surprised," the redhead said emotionlessly, though sweat was still dripping from his face.

Kuroko blinked curiously. "Who won?"

Aomine grinned, "It was a tie."

Kuroko smiled. "So you finally found someone good enough to play you?"

"Hell yes, we've got to do that again."

Akashi smiled, though his eyes were rather dark. "You bet."

XXXXXXXXXX

The next morning, they all headed out to the florists to order Kise's chosen arrangements. Once that was done, they gathered around Kise to hear his demands. The blonde happily pulled out his timeline, checking the florists off the list. "Alright~ Now things get exciting."

Aomine rolled his eyes, but his smile never faded.

"So Akashi-cchi, you'll come with me to pick my wedding attire~" He paused to squeal happily before composing himself somewhat. "And Kuroko-cchi, you'll go with Daiki-cchi. Please make sure it looks good and he's not just trying to hurry through it. He knows the budget."

Kuroko nodded solemnly, taking his designated task seriously as Aomine rolled his eyes again.

"Alright," the blonde said, his smile growing, "Let's get to it."

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It didn't take long at all for Kuroko and Aomine to find suits for the both of them, as well as Akashi, as he had the same body type as the smaller bluenette. After a few measurements and scheduled alterations, Aomine double-checked the prices, and they made their way home. However, Kise and Akashi's experience was a totally different story.

After Kise explained to the sales lady what he wanted, she took a few measurements and set to work. She pulled several sheath and A-line dresses from the shelves, making sure they were in the blonde's budget. As Kise tried on his third dress, Akashi finally spoke up.

"So out of curiosity, why are you choosing to wear a dress, rather than a suit?"

Kise shrugged. "Honestly, it just seems natural. When I was little, I would watch wedding shows with my mother all the time. It wasn't long before I began fantasizing about my own wedding. But I just never pictured myself in anything other than a dress."

Akashi nodded as the blonde turned to face him.

"What do you think?"

The redhead looked him over solemnly. "It's nice, but I think you can do better. And honestly, I think A-lines suit your frame better."

Kise nodded and began to undress once more. "Yeah, I think so too."

An hour and five dresses later, the blonde squealed in excitement, and without lifting his head, Akashi knew this was the one.

XXXXXXXXXX

The fittings were scheduled for a week later, and Kise completed his fairly quickly and decided to meet up with the other boys at their appointment. When he arrived, he found Kuroko and Aomine dressed sharply in their suits. The blonde smiled at them, looking them over.

"You guys look rather..."

"Dashing?" Aomine finished, striking a model's pose.

Kise laughed. "Oh yes, very dashing~" He glanced around the room then, brows furrowing. "Where's Akashi-cchi?"

Kuroko opened his mouth to answer when he suddenly caught a glance at the redhead, and fell into a fit of laughter. The two other men's gazes followed his line of vision and fell upon an obviously annoyed Akashi, with sleeves and pant legs three inches too short.

"Ne, Akashi-cchi, where's the rest?"

The redhead didn't say a word.

Aomine smirked, "You look ridiculous."

Akashi ignored him.

Kuroko finally stopped laughing, but only long enough to contribute with, "I'm still too short for this."

Akashi rolled his eyes, a sigh heaving from his body, but a small smile rested on his lips now. "Yes, you are. I suppose it was my mistake to think you'd actually grown some since middle school."

Kuroko stopped laughing then, feigning offense as he gasped dramatically. "I'll have you know that I have grown since then! It's just that, you have too..."

Kise shared a confused look with Aomine, but they gathered that this had happened before. Before either of them could comment, however, they noticed Akashi's smile as he watched the smaller man, warmth welling up in his chest.

Kise knew that look. It was the look Aomine gave him daily.