This Love Of Ours

by CrypticBeans

Shouta never thought he'd live to see the day he was married to Hizashi. He wasn't one for large celebrations but standing at the altar waiting for his husband? A honeymoon away? Can he be blamed for getting a bit choked up?

I've wanted to do a fic of their wedding and wedding night for a while but here it is! Obviously, they were married at the courthouse but as I've implied in the past they were definitely the type to marry at the courthouse and save up for a full ceremony despite already being married and this night takes place after it! I honestly had an absolute blast writing this! I thought it had the right balance of sweetness and sexiness! I hope that you all enjoy this little short fic of mine! Until we meet again ❤️

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Shouta never believed in making a big deal about celebrations. He never saw the need for it. Never had the desire for something loud. Whether that was the apathetic personality he'd developed as a young child or something his mother pounded into him, he'd never know. All he knew was growing up is that he never cared for making a big deal. A large production that left him in the spotlight when he was happier being out of it. He didn't see the need to be tearing himself apart trying to plan some extravagant holiday that lasted a day.

He didn't see the need to throw himself an over the top party for his birthday. Again, it was left up to fate on whether that's how his personality would develop or "help" from his mother, he'd never know but he just didn't find the need to go over the top. To go beyond and above for a single day that would be over before he knew it. He couldn't deny that it perhaps labeled him as a "sour puss" to those around him. As bland. Apathetic. He didn't care what those around him thought but he was more than happy to refuse a birthday party.

Where others would want the drinking, hustle and bustle of a party, he'd rather avoid it. He'd rather stay home where it was quiet. He'd rather go get a sweet treat at the corner store, order out, and drink at home rather than run around the town. Bar hop from one place to the next the way that Nemuri would pout and try to convince him to give in too. Nemuri had gotten him to bar hop in the past and it was never worth it. Not when it was on Christmas or New Years Even where he was side to side crushed between others.

When Hizashi was hardly the loudest man around. Whether it was the apathetic attitude his mother all but pounded into him or not, he just didn't see much of a need to make a big deal out of holidays. In throwing a loud, outlandish get together that would just leave him drained. But Hizashi liked them. He'd been apathetic towards celebrations all his life but Hizashi had come round and spun his view on them. Rather than throwing outlandish parties, Hizashi would often attend them but then throw something smaller for the two of them.

Something quiet for them celebrate together if he wanted. A quiet get together that always left him feeling warmer. Touched. He'd much rather spend a holiday in the quietness of the two of them rather than subjecting himself to others. If anything he wanted to spend all his holidays alone with Hizashi. He hardly found much need to make a fuss but he could never find it in him to deprive his extroverted other half. He couldn't. Not when there were things about the holiday that Hizashi loved and wanted to see.

Besides, there was something so sweet about watching green eyes glow under the soft Christmas lights. Or to admire how his face glowed under the brilliant sparks of fireworks on New Years Eve when they would share their kiss at midnight. Or how delighted he was when Easter came around and he hid those Kinder eggs around their house for him to find throughout the day. Always something small. Something quiet. Easy for the two of them to enjoy together. It was always the thought that counted when it came from Hizashi.

Of course, he never stopped his husband from throwing little dinner parties that would get both of their families together to share a meal. He'd been roped into these dinner parties one too many times but the blonde always kept them quiet. Kept them down low. And he had to admit that these little parties were a part of his recent sobriety years. The blonde had been doing very well over the past two years that he found himself in awe of his husband's resistance. How he could so effortlessly be round alcohol like that.

He'd never understand the way Hizashi could stand the wine passed around at these dinner parties. How he could sip at his non-alcoholic champagne while those around him drank wine but the blonde had merely admitted it was easier than he thought. He may never get it but so long as Hizashi wasn't suffering through those dinners then he happily let the man throw them. Of course, being two years sober he had to guess it was indeed easier. Hizashi had said it was why he waited so long to throw them after all.

And he had to admit, he'd also cut down substantially on his own drinking since Hizashi left rehab at twenty-four. Always doing his best to keep any temptation from the blonde. To help ease the blonde into his sobriety had been his first course of action when the blonde first went into rehab. When the blonde leaned on him heavily during that time when he was getting back on his feet had been monumental. He wanted nothing more than to make it easier on him. And he liked to believe that he did just that.

However, despite no longer drinking, it didn't stop the blonde from begging him to go out to a party. To go to a bar with him and Nemuri where the blonde would act as the designated driver for them. It was these pleas that he gave into without a second thought as he let himself be dressed up and dragged out of the house. Anything to make the blonde happy. To put that sparkle back in his eye when he thought the blonde wouldn't get it. When he would always look run down. Exhausted. He wanted Hizashi to be happy.

And so, even if he didn't see the need nor will he possibly ever see a need in throwing a large, loud party for a holiday, Hizashi did. His mother may have tainted his view on parties but he could see how happy they made Hizashi. How they made the blonde glow as he spun in circles on his feet with his arms out. Laughing with him as he sang along with the song throbbing behind them as they made their way home. Singing whatever cheerful tune he could come up with as they swung their hands on their way home.

Winter was a season where Hizashi always sang like a little bird the Christmas songs he kept on the radio. Something the blonde refused to change no matter how much he pleadingly begged him too. There was a contagiousness to Hizashi's joy when it came to big events. He wasn't a big party person but the nights he spent after a party with a mistletoe hanging in vain over his head as Hizashi kissed him? Well, he could see how these holidays were so special to Hizashi. They were becoming special to him too.

Even if he didn't see the reason behind the big holiday hullabaloo, he was more than happy to let Hizashi drag him along. If it meant he got to see that pink cheeked joy and sparkle to those wide green eyes then he'd do it. He'd do whatever he could to make the blonde happy when it came to celebrations. When it came to the idea of a party. Even if he shrunk or flinched away from the thought, he wanted to do whatever he could to make Hizashi happy. There was too much tragedy not to try to go out of his way and find he joy.

Give it to Hizashi. And if that meant sucking it up to attend a party with Nemuri who would always try to drink him under the table then so be it. All he'd ever wanted was to make Hizashi happy. All he wanted was for the both of them to be happy together. When Hizashi had gone away to rehab, it had been hard on the both of them. For a year, Hizashi remained homebound. Cried when he listened to the old Christmas tunes he used to sing along with. Refused to go out into public but pushed him to do so if he wanted.

The blonde had been painfully emotional; needing constant check-ins and multiple therapy sessions a week. That first year had been utterly rough on the both of them as Hizashi found his footing again. Hizashi had needed his support more than anything which he had given without a second thought. And soon enough, in that second year, Hizashi began to bounce back slowly. Rather than three appointments a week he had managed to cut it down to two appointments a week. Began to vocalize his want to go outside.

He began to go out shopping on his own again without becoming overwhelmed. He began to sing again. Began to celebrate the holidays again. It was a spark he hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath over. Something he hadn't realized he'd missed until they reached the Christmas marking the blonde's second year of sobriety. When they kissed on New Years Eve. And through all this time he worked hi sass off to make sure that they stayed afloat. That they didn't have to worry about a thing together.

Taking that damn teaching job at U.A which, surprisingly, he could find a bit of comfort in. A bit of stability. It wasn't until Hizashi joined him and Nemuri at the school that their income changed beautifully after years of Hizashi's paycheck going to booze in those beginning years. They scraped, saved, and he did his best to keep their joint account added too whenever they could possibly wing it. But with Hizashi sober and at U.A? Well, it gave them the boost they needed. The same with his radio show.

It had surprised him when their "anniversary" -which to him was merely the hallmark of that summer festival- Hizashi had surprised him by a simple proposal. He'd been cleaning when the blonde had merely popped down on his knee in the kitchen with a golden band in hand. It had left him genuinely shocked to turn to ask for the broom only to find the blonde sitting on one knee with a ring box in hand. Freshly twenty-six, he didn't know how to feel about it other than smother the man into his arms.

And they'd gone down to the courthouse with Nemuri and Tensei with them to act as their witness the very next day as soon as he got a time slot. Before he knew it was officially married to Hizashi. A mishmash of their names that was quite the mouthful that he couldn't help laughing over. However, long before the sun had touched the horizon to end the day they were Hizashi Aizawa-Yamada and Shouta Yamada-Aizawa. A hyphenated last name for both that fit them when they didn't want to change their last names.

At least, not publicly. It would put a neon sign on both of them as a married couple to criminals. To villains. And so, with their hyphenated last nights, he found it fit them perfectly. He was content. Their ceremony had been small, quiet, and unbelievably sweet at that courthouse. However, he knew his husband. He knew Hizashi like the back of his damn hand to know that the blonde wanted a proper wedding. A proper ceremony and reception. He knew his husband wanted all the bells and whistles of a wedding.

He hadn't seen the need for it but he agreed that they'd save for another year. To save for one year on top of the savings hey already had then they would come together to see where they were at. To evaluate the wiggle room and what they could possibly throw in terms of a wedding. It was in this time that Nemuri had gifted Hizashi his motorcycle which he swore the man adored more than anything. He'd been on quite a few bike rides with Hizashi and he could admit it was fun. Utterly reckless but fun.

There was a wildness to it that he knew Hizashi wanted and couldn't find in alcohol anymore so riding his bike became his outlet. One he was happy for the blonde to have. He couldn't deny that he felt pride each time he looked at Hizashi's left hand. Each time he saw the golden band that the blonde wore with pride. He hadn't been expecting a proposal but after the courthouse he'd dragged Hizashi to the nearest jewelry shop. He wasn't picky. He didn't tell Hizashi what or what not to get but rather told him to pick and he would cover it.

It had taken Hizashi a solid zero point five minutes to find a simplistic golden band that matched his own perfectly with the insistence he wanted it. Hizashi said he didn't want gems but rather something that matched his own band. And so he'd paid blindly for the golden band that he then slid onto Hizashi's ring finger with pride. He was happy. Whether he said that out loud to his husband or not, he was sure of the emotion. He was undeniably, utterly happy that he had married his high school sweetheart.

His Hizashi. It left him euphoric knowing when he'd looked over their marriage certificate. When he slid that golden ring onto Hizashi's left ring finger with pride. He may not be a man who was vocal with his emotions but Hizashi seemed to display their happiness for the both of them. Was over the moon. Always glancing at his ring then giggling when he was swept off of his feet by the blonde. He'd even woken early in he mornings to catch Hizashi kissing at his ring finger delicately as not to wake him up.

It about choked him up. To know that Hizashi was just as happy? Just as delighted as himself? Euphoric at their sudden marriage? It was everything. Absolutely everything to make him happy. He may not celebrate holidays with gusto or remember most anniversaries but this one he committed to memory. He was happy to say that he easily saw himself celebrating their wedding anniversary with delight. With excitement. In fact, he was happy to do so if it meant he got to see that smile on Hizashi. He'd do anything for it.

And so, he was left unsurprised when the dawn of this new year, the year marking their first wedding anniversary, Hizashi popped the question. It was right after his twenty-seventh birthday but the blonde had asked about throwing a wedding for their second anniversary. A proper wedding with all the bells and whistles. He knew it had been coming. Knew it the way he knew a storm was coming in. Together they looked over their joint account to which he gave Hizashi the greenlight to make do with what they had.

He swore the blonde never glowed more. Never looked so damn happy than when he'd said yes that afternoon to his marriage proposal. The blonde seemed absolutely delighted that night when it came to planning their wedding and their reception. The blonde even promised to use his own funds to take them on their honeymoon. It'd be short but a weekend away with the title of honeymoon was more than enough for him. If anything, he'd forgotten married couples went on honeymoons when he'd been so delighted after their courthouse trip.

After his birthday came and passed after the blonde had gotten on top of it with that delighted sparkle to those green eyes. The blonde had all but squealed when he'd dragged him into his arms onto the couch that afternoon. Agreeing that they could have a wedding. A proper ceremony and reception if it made the blonde happy who had shrieked it did. And he'd been delighted to hand over all responsibilities to Hizashi who took them on with a gusto he'd not seen in the blonde before. A delight that was contagious.

The blonde was lost in floral arrangements, suits, and the venue for their ceremony. He'd been all too delighted to come home after work with the blonde who dove into his wedding binder. He had to admit he was a simplistic man; he'd deemed their courthouse wedding more than enough. However, he wanted to make Hizashi happy. He wanted Hizashi to have a proper wedding and if that meant sucking it up and being in the center of attention then so be it. He'd happily do it for his husband if that made him happy.

Hizashi spent hours on the phone with the man then tugging him to look at venues together. To go over the menus for dinner and what they wanted to eat. Cake samplings. He had to admit he adored how happy that planning made his husband. How happy it made Hizashi who was fussing over his wedding binder most afternoons when he got his grading finished. There was a spark that was put into his husband that he adored. The blonde would always playfully hide the binder away from him when he came around him.

Always with the playful insistence that he didn't get to see because he wanted to be hands off. That since he didn't want to initially be involved in the wedding planning because he trusts the blonde then he didn't get to see. That he could get the full effect when he was standing at the alter. It had been a sweet play fighting that he ultimately gave up on. If Hizashi was happy planning the wedding while keeping him in the dark then so be it. He just wanted the blonde to be happy with his ceremony and reception.

The blonde would always take his calls outside in the backyard and there had been quite a few late nights he spent at Nemuri's. Planning, planning, planning. He swore there had been so much planning in the months following his birthday that he'd been left in awe. How long did it take to plan one wedding? He had never been around weddings much as a child yet the lengths Hizashi was going to gather his opinions offhandedly were sweet. Adorable even. He didn't want to ruin it. The last thing he'd wanted was to not play along.

To come across as uninterested when, in fact, he was quite interested in whatever it was that the blonde was planning for them both. There was a glow to his husband when he would flip through his binder. Quite a few appointments he'd been dragged along with Hizashi where they looked over table settings for the reception, the menu they wanted to go with, and then there was the cake tastings. He'd been more than happy to go with his husband who seemed to glow with a delight that had his heart fluttering.

His stomach flipping. He wasn't all that involved in the planning but it made his husband happy. And that was all he ever wanted. Once he'd given his okay on place settings for the tables at the reception and the cake choice that they both agreed on unanimously, it had been early spring. And with spring came a gusto for planning that had left him in surprise when his husband began to ask him more questions. When the blonde tried to drag more opinions out of him than he had in the previous months.

Trying to drag him into it subtly to which he gave his answers to the blonde. Anything to make the planning go smoother. Anything to keep his husband from growing anymore frazzled than he already was. A summer wedding was what his husband wanted. In fact, the blonde had their wedding for the exact date of their confession. The day of the festival. He wanted to ask how the hell he had gotten so lucky as to get that date but the blonde remained tight lipped about it. Telling him he didn't want to know.

He was more than happy to have a summer wedding but he knew how busy it was around that time. At least, that's what his sister and Nemuri told him. The fact Hizashi had gotten that date saved back in November was aweing. He had yet to see all the decorations but he had not a doubt that his husband had only chosen the loveliest settings. His husband was trying to be somewhat cheap in terms of decorations. Something about "being frugal but choosing right and he wouldn't need to worry about money" was thrown at him once.

There were many a late night when his husband was sitting up at the table to make handmade wedding invitations for their families before sending them off the next morning. And then came the suit fittings. The blonde had wanted to play by the stereotypical rules that he didn't want to see him in his suit until it was time. That he couldn't see Hizashi in his suit before it was time. And he could happily agree with that; it was a bit difficult coordinating but they managed to get something that matched one another.

He hadn't been told how closely his matched Hizashi's but he didn't mind it. If anything, he was becoming as frazzled as his husband when he sat down to write his vows with Hizashi who sat across from him writing his own vows that he kept secret. He may not believe in big ceremonies or celebrations but this? This as important. It was as important to him as it was to Hizashi and he wanted to play by the rules. He wanted to play his part to make the scenario go along smoothly for his hyperactive husband.

The blonde seemed ready to buzz out of his skin the further they got to spring. The blonde had been antsy as he took phone call after phone call with Nemuri about the venue. About the menus, about the seating's, about the ceremony and reception. The playlists for their dances that he wanted. His husband was busier than he'd remembered seeing him in years but he delighted in his role in calming the blonde. In soothing him when the phone calls had come to and end where he'd le the blonde sway him in the kitchen.

An idle dance that the blonde playfully called their "rehearsal dance" to which he snickered. And as tiring as it was, the blonde refused to have rehearsal dinner. He knew it was customary with weddings but the blonde had adamantly denied having one. That they were reaching their budget limit and he refused to take out anymore. He hadn't questioned the blonde on it, but the goal was to make sure all had their speeches ready for the reception. That they spoke from the heart. He could very easily do that.

Hizashi had seemed all too happy in the past few weeks the closer they got to their wedding. Final touches on decorations, the reception, the ceremony and vows were made. Even final fits were given in the house with both staying in opposite rooms as Nemuri hemmed and hawed over their suits to make sure that all was in order. He couldn't deny that the sleepless nights of his had his stomach fluttering thinking of this day. A whole day spent in the spotlight with his husband. A whole day dedicated to them.

It was nerve-wracking but he refused to let that get to him. It wasn't a Christmas party. It wasn't a Halloween party. It wasn't going to be some dingy dark bar with people around him louder than his husband shouting around him. If anything, he couldn't wait to get this done with in the best way possible. He wanted to give his husband the wedding he deserved. It was almost like both were getting the wedding that they wanted. As if they were taking turns in the same way Hizashi always had a quieter party for them.

He got his quiet wedding at the courthouse with his husband and now Hizashi was getting the loud party with their friends and family. He was more than happy to give that to his husband who had been bouncing on the couch giddily after their suit checks. All while his husband babbled on about the arrangements made. That he was going to love the wedding whether he knew it or not. It had him all too eager to get to the date when his husband was flying about the house giddily with a few of those final calls being made.

Nemuri holding onto the cake for them and promising to bring it to the reception venue. She insisted she would drive to the church that they were using. The blonde refused an outdoor wedding due to all the floral arrangements and he didn't blame the blonde one bit. The last thing they needed was for eardrums to be burst if a bee or insect dared to fly close to the blonde during the ceremony. To have the blonde deal with a migraine due to the feedback on his hearing aids when they went off on their mini honeymoon.

Something Hizashi had remained the tightest lipped about. He didn't care where they went only that the blonde was going to take him somewhere away from their home which Nemuri would kindly watch for them. Every loose end had been meticulously tied up by his husband who had seemed giddy. Delighted. And he'd do anything to keep that joy radiating from his husband. He'd do anything to see those green eyes glowing at him the way they had been all week. To see that sweet, warm smile with all the adoration in the world aimed his way.

He was more than ready for this. More than ready to get through this day if it meant that they could have a happy day together. If it meant that his husband had that beautiful memory of their wedding the way he did in their courthouse wedding. This wedding was about celebrating that happiness. In giving his husband the dream wedding he'd wanted since last year. And if he had to dress up in a suit and be there then he'd be there. Nothing would keep him away. He wants to revel in that joy with his husband.

A soft knock on the door tore him out of his thoughts as his fingers played with the button of his white blazer when he turned his head to the door. And opening it a crack was his younger sister, Suki, with Nemuri behind her. Sky-blue and brown eyes glittered at him when he raised his brows at the pair of women who wedged themselves into the room. As if they were keeping him unseen when heels clacked over the floor. "Oh, Shouta, do you know how handsome you look?"

"No, I don't, Su. However, there's no need to shower me in flattery today." His sister tutted at him as her heels snapped over the floor when she swatted his hands away then brought his blazer together. Slipping the button into the hole as she then reached up to smooth it out then reached up to fuss with his tie. Tightening it slightly against his Adam's apple while Nemuri tilted her head at him. Looking over him as if she were displeased with something. It had him fighting the urge to squirm. "What?"

"You're missing something. Hizashi has ticked off all the boxes; something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. However, I suppose you tick off a few boxes with the old, new and borrowed, don't you?" He blinked at the dark-haired woman who then marched forward with a sway to her hips that he couldn't tell was purposeful or not when her hands came to rest on Suki's shoulders. "Suki, why don't you go get the bouquets and bring them here for me?"

"On it!" Suki pulled her hands from her fussing to turn on her heels that snapped over the wooden floor as her dress swayed around her calves. A rich black was what Hizashi had requested their colors be as a reversal; both grooms in white, the rest of the party in black. He couldn't see the reason behind it, but he ignored it when the blonde had looked at him excitedly. He didn't understand it, but he was willing to go along with it.

Fingers fussed with the ends of his blazer, unbuttoning it to reach in and fuss with his waistcoat, the buttons of his shirt, then buttoning the blazer again. He pursed his lips at the woman who merely reached up to fuss with his tie before placing her hands on his shoulders and spinning him to sit in the bench before the vanity. And she plucked a ponytail from the table and began to scrape his hair back. "As much as I'd love you to have your hair down, you're supposed to look nice today, Sho."

"I'd fight you on that and say I look nice, don't I? I'm wearing the suit and I'm wearing the shoes that are pinching my toes like nothing else. We don't need to stand here all day when I know for a fact you put more time and effort into Hizashi, didn't you?" Nemuri merely hummed as she tugged his hair back when a curl sprung from her grasp to tickle his cheek which she left as she began to tie his hair back. "I'm sure I'll be pale compared to Hizashi no matter what you work onto me, Nem."

"Not true! You both look handsome today and that's all that's going to matter toe everyone out there!" Fingers tugged at his hair when it was tied back with a tug to tighten it when Nemuri leaned forward with her sky-blue eyes sparkling in the mirror at him. Pink lips tipping up into a wide smile as she dropped her hands to his shoulders to squeeze at him. "I'd say I'm surprised you're getting married in a chapel, but I suppose that Zashi wouldn't go for anything outside with all the floral decorations?"

"Absolutely not. He's scared they would attract bugs and bees. And you know how he is with both." The woman hummed when her head then rested against his with a thud that had him wincing, but he took a breath. He couldn't deny his stomach was flipping then dropping out leaving him nauseous. He didn't know how he was going to bare his heart to his husband with eyes on him. It had him fidgeting when he licked his lips. "How is he? I know that he was excited last night about all of this. Especially the honeymoon."

"I think you're going to love your honeymoon! We all contributed towards it, so I think you're going to enjoy it!" Nemuri nuzzled at him then before pulling away with her hands squeezing at his shoulders fiercely with thumbs rolling soothing circles into the tense muscles when he met sky-blue eyes in the mirror as her smile softened into one of those gentler smiles. Sweet. "And he's about to crawl out of his skin. I dare say he's more than ready for this than you know, Shouta! You're doing something amazing for him."

"That's good then. I agreed to this to make him happy and if he's that happy then that means I'm doing something right." He glanced over when the door creaked open with his sister appearing with her bouquet in hand which Nemuri held her hand out for. Heels snapped over the floor as Suki held her bouquet to which Nemuri tugged a few blue flowers from it. Tucking it into his ponytail judging by the movement and tugging to tighten it again when he sighed out.

"I can definitely say that you're making him happy, Sho. He hasn't shut up once since he got in his room! All you gotta do is make him happy on this little vacation of yours!" He scoffed when Nemuri then slid her hand over his ponytail before hands came down on his shoulders as her gaze met his in the mirror. "You're a good husband, Shouta. I'd dare say one of the best given that you've all but gone along with what your husband wants and making him happy. He's cried twice already talking about this, you know."

"He's always been emotional, so I don't doubt it." He murmured with his cheeks flushing as he turned his gaze from the mirror to avoid those sky-blue eyes as he then shifted in his seat when Suki smiled softly at him to which he looked away when both women tutted at him. He didn't doubt that his husband was emotional. It was their wedding day, after all, and God knows how much finagling he did to get this day booked. "Does this count as a wedding anniversary? Or a renewal of vows?"

"I haven't thought about it, but you shouldn't over think it! It's just a ceremony with your friends, family and others around! This is about you declaring your love then having a whole fancy dinner and party afterwards where everyone gets drunk off their asses, and you go on a honeymoon!" Nemuri squeezed at his shoulders then to which he let out a breath as the woman beamed at him with hands kneading his shoulders. "Don't worry too much about it! I bet once you see him walking down the aisle, you'll forget all about it."

"And you will! I saw him earlier and I don't think anyone has been more excited to marry you than he is, Sho." He glanced over when Suki reached out and her fingers caressed his smooth, freshly shaven cheek when he smiled loosely up at the woman when she then tapped his cheek. "You should look more excited too! I mean, I know you don't like being the center of attention, but I can see your positively busting at the seams to see your husband."

"Of course, I am." He hated the dry tone of his but he couldn't help it when he swatted his sister's hand away from his cheek when he sighed out. He is excited. He is. He just doesn't want to profess his love for his husband before their friends and family, but this is what Hizashi wanted. This is what they both discussed at length after their courthouse wedding last year. He let out a sigh when he licked his lips. "I am excited, don't doubt that, but I suppose getting away from you all for a weekend will be even nicer."

"Hey!" He got another swat on his cheek from Suki and another swat on his left cheek from Nemuri. Pouts forming on pink lips when he scowled at Nemuri in the mirror when the woman sighed out then as she clapped his shoulders before shaking him lightly. "I'm sure you're excited for your weekend of fucking your husband's brains out, but we don't need to hear about it, yeah? How about you focus on being presentable for your wedding day and making yourself look ever so happy, yeah? There'll be pictures at the reception."

"Of course there will be." He muttered which earned him a swat to his shoulders to which he scowled at the woman once more. He wasn't opposed to anything of the sort, but he didn't need memories of it. Even if he didn't mind having their wedding pictures down properly on the dance floor it felt like putting himself under the scrutiny of so many eyes. "I am perfectly content and happy to marry my husband again. How about the two of you quit jumping down my throat and tell me if it's time yet?"

"Actually, now that you mention it, it is! We gotta get a move on! It won't have as much flare, but the eyes are gonna be on you, Sho. You look dashing. " He watched his cheeks flush in the mirror when Nemuri clumsily tucked flowers behind his ear before he turned on the bench away from the image of himself blushing. Suki clapped her hands together proudly then when he stood up and Nemuri grinned as she flicked at the curl. "There! All he needed was a little color! You ready for this, Sho?"

Was he ready for this? He wanted to say no. That he didn't want to walk down the aisle and have all those eyes on him as he professed his love for Hizashi again. He didn't want to have to bare his soul to his husband while eyes were watching him do so. But he also wanted to get to the isle. He wants to see what his husband has done to him. He wants to see how lovely he'll no doubt look in a white suit. Taking a breath, he brushed his hands over his front as flowers tickled his ears. "I'm ready."

Hands grabbed at his elbows then tugged him forward with heels snapping over the floor in unison as he watched the black dresses swirl against calves. He hadn't said it out loud but Nemuri and his sister did look lovely in black. Had that been the goal of this? He wished he knew his husband's thought process when going into this before now. Walking quickly up to the door with the bouquet wafting its sweet scent up to him, Nemuri stuck her head out before tugging the door open wider and pulling on his arm.

An awkward throng being made of himself and his sister as they stepped out into the carpeted hallway of the church. He never thought he'd live to see the day he was in a church willingly. Never thought of it as a place to be married willingly. If only he was marrying a woman then his mother would at least find some mediocre pride for him. He let himself be tugged down the hallway as he put a pep to his step to keep up with both women. Marched down the hallway with hands holding his elbows gently.

As if giving him the chance to rip his arms away the second he could even if he had no intention of it. He let himself be sped walk down the hallway where they flashed past a door that carried the muffled voice of his husband on the other side. He turned his head to look but the door remained shut as they took a corner. His heart skipped over it's beat at the burst of laughter he caught before making that turn when he focused on his feet. Focusing when he stumbled with a low curse under his breath.

The last thing he needed was to take not one but two women down with him. He sped walk with them down the hallway where there was a long staircase that led down to the ground floor of the church. He fought the urge to hold onto the women as they rushed towards the staircase then began to make their way down it. Thudding footsteps, the muted hit of heels on carpet ringing out, filled the stairwell as they made their way downwards with his ponytail bouncing lightly. The flower tucked behind his ear tickling the tip of it.

It bounced lightly with their quick movements. He found his heart skipping again as they spun to rush down the second stair case that led to the ground floor of the church when he felt his stomach flip. Flutter viciously before dropping out beneath him as he listened to the muted thuds of their shoes over the deep red carpet of the hallway floor. He wanted to cling onto their elbows. He wanted to hold onto them tightly as they made their way to the chapel doors that would lead to the pews. Lead him to the altar.

He took a quiet breath to himself when the two women let go of his elbows with Nemuri tugging the doors open for him. Noting the smiles shared between both women when he walked forward towards the open doors with a gentle throat clearing. And he was in awe. He was in complete, utter awe of the chapel before him. There wasn't a hue turn out with pews filled completely but a decent amount of old classmates, friends, and personal individuals outside of family sitting in the pews that were line with silk sashes of blue and white.

A rich, deep blue that glowed against the white silk bows that were attached to the ends of the pews. Bunches of flowers were laid in vines along the backs of the pews, in vases on either side of the door filled with baby's breath, blue irises and blue hydrangeas. A few roses poked out with their delicate pink and deep red stood out among the blues and white of the other flowers. The soft fragrance of the vases of flowers positioned statistically around the large room had his head spinning weakly as he inhaled.

Soft fairy lights dangled above and ran along the windows to highlight a few stained glass pieces and wrapped up around the arch that had been chosen at the altar. Soft blue, pink, and red flowers intertwined with the arch along with more fairy lights. They were beautiful. Stunning. Like soft, sparkling points of light in the afternoon sunlight. And then there was the matter of flowers scattered down the aisle already. He reached up to delicately trace his fingers along the arrangement of flowers in the vases closest to the doors.

Admiring their brilliant array of colors as he gently touched the waxy petal of a red rose. The fragrance of the room smelled delightful with the arrays of flowers placed around the chapel. A blue and white theme seemed to have been Hizashi's go too along with the reversal of both grooms in white and the rest in black. He was in awe. He'd never, in his life, seen a more lovely room than this. He'd never felt more honored knowing that it was set up for him and Hizashi. That his husband had hand picked everything for the two of them.

It had heat gathering in the back of his neck as he lightly trailed his fingers over the baby's breath. Reaching for the back pew where he ran his fingers over he white silky bow. Hizashi had gone above and beyond to give him a wedding worth remembering while keeping strictly to their budget. A magical, beautiful wedding. He felt a strange knot of emotion in his throat when he pinched the bow when he lifted his gaze up to look above him at the strings of lights running above with their soft white glow.

They'd chosen an afternoon time when the sun was beginning to set for their ceremony which made the lights glow like pin points above him. Like stars when compared to the high, dark ceiling of the chapel. The soft afternoon light spilling into the windows didn't wash them out but rather called attention to the thin wires above him. He lowered his gaze to admire the small bunches of remaining flowers running along the backs of the pews with strings of light running beneath them to gently illuminate them.

It was beautiful. He wanted nothing more than to show his husband how much this meant to him. To show him how much he adored he way the church chapel looked. He can only imagine what their reception venue was going to look like if this was the church alone. It had his breath trembling as he tugged lightly at that silky bow before reaching up to touch the arrangement of flowers next to him again. Tonight he'd show it. For the first night of their honeymoon, he was going to knock that man's socks off.

He swore it. After all, it was a weekend get away which meant he could go wild. Do as he pleased then return to the workforce come Monday morning. He trailed his fingers lightly over the flowers when he let his gaze flicker around the large chapel room that felt horribly spacious in the soft lighting of the afternoon sun. The soft lights above them. It was the wedding he wished he could have given Hizashi the first time round last year but there was no better time than now, was there? This all would work out perfectly.

His gaze fell on his empty ring finger that he knew Tenya, Tensei's little brother, held in his hands up at the altar. Acting as the ring bearer for them both which was a rather adorable role that the boy was filling. It was fitting after all. They couldn't find a flower girl short notice but it didn't matter. It didn't all have to be perfect for them like this. He pinched at the waxy leaf when he let out a trembling breath at the odd knot of emotion that was doing nothing but tightening, tightening, tightening in his throat.

He didn't cry. At least, he didn't cry publicly with ease but he could feel that odd sting in the back of his eyes that he blinked away. Hizashi did this for him. For them. And it was touching in the oddest of ways when he swallowed before letting his gaze flicker along the pews before him. At the familiar faces he scanned over had his face burning anew when he felt hands pushing him gently forward towards the start of the aisle. And he threw a scowl over his shoulder when his sister then stepped up next to him.

Sliding her hand in the crook of his elbow, there was a warmth shining in those light brown eyes of hers as she looked up at him with all the adoration a younger sibling could hold. He felt hesitant to scowl at the woman who squeezed at his elbow tightly when they settled in side by side to which he took a deep breath. Slow. Letting his chest swell with that breath before he let it out slowly when his sister tugged at his elbow. Then he began to make his way down the aisle as he admired the flowers.

Holding his hands out to touch the silk sashes of that deep blue and white that glowed up at him as he made his way down the aisle. There was quite chatter filling the chapel while his sister trotted up to slip her hand into his elbow. He blinked at the woman who merely beamed at him with her loose waves spilling down her back as he let himself be eased up the aisle. There was an odd nervousness to his knees as he made his way forward with his sister's hand squeezing at him. And he adores it. He appreciates it.

He kept his gaze from flicking over the familiar faces around them as he made his way up to the altar that glowed softly with the flowers running in vines down it. It would take them a good while to get the chapel clean but he hoped it wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience. He wondered who would take it all down. How they got it all up in such short time. Stopping at the altar, his sister trotted over to the side of the aisle where brides maids customarily stood when he felt a hand clap down on his shoulder.

Startling him when he whipped his head to stare at Tensei who beamed at him. He looked handsome in his dark suit, blue eyes glittering at him when young Tenya stood by his brother's hip holding the pillow with the rings in their place holders. Red eyes glowing up at him from over the rims of his glasses. Looking up to his brother who ruffled his hair. His heart was jumping out of his chest when he turned to which Tensei throw his arms around him in a tight hug that had him wheezing out a breath.

Pulling away when the he noted the person at the piano. Was it time already? Was that where Nemuri had trotted off too? He blinked when the dark-haired woman appeared at the chapel doors with her bouquet in hand to which she nodded tightly at him. And it had his stomach dropping. His heart thudding in a sickening one-two hit against his chest. He rubbed his palms off on his coat to keep them from being too clammy as he shifted into his proper position when the first cord of the organ rang out much to his surprise.

Knowing his husband, he had half expected electric guitars to be played like his favorite scene from Flash Gordon. If anything, he expected his husband to do something flashy when it came to walking down the isle. If he was going to say anything, he'd bet that his husband wore a gold trimmed white suit knowing him. When he had mentioned having his mothers walk him down the aisle he'd been quick to offer for him to do it instead. However, Hizashi insisted on walking down the aisle to him. That he was going to do it too with his sister.

Hell, Hizashi had gone so far as to offer one of his mother's up to walk him down the aisle to give him away. He hadn't thought twice about merely asking his sister to walk down the aisle with him even if it was a bit odd to have a younger sibling give away her older brother. He wanted Suki to be with him when he walked down the aisle given his birth father couldn't make it with his step-mother and his birth mother was so far out of the question it was laughable. He had no one to walk him and he'd been content at first to walk by himself.

To merely walk himself down it alone wouldn't be uncustomary and millions had forsaken family members for walking by themselves but he had to admit it was nice. It had been unbelievably nice having his sister's hand on his elbow to guide him forward to the altar. To have someone with him while he made his way down. Even if he knew one day he'd be giving her away it felt strangely special having her bring him up to the altar this time. Something he missed last time when they'd gotten married last year at the courthouse.

It had him feeling strangely touched with again that odd lump of emotion in his throat making its way up it. Leaving him to swallow as he admired the sight of the altar around him with a shuddering as he fussed with the ends of his blazer as he fought the urge to fidget. To fuss and play with the flowers that Nemuri had tucked into his ponytail and behind his ear. He reached up then to pull it from behind his ear to stuff in the breast pocket of his suit jacket. It looked belter there. Like a proper boutonniere.

He then found himself touching his empty ring finger with his thumb rubbing idly at it when Tensei hushed the whining child by his knee with the promise of food soon and it had him smiling softly. He couldn't expect a child to go so long without finding something to whine about. Tenya was an amazingly resilient child but even this would be taking it's sweet time to the boy. And then the cords of the organ filled the chapel with its sweet music that plaid an idle tune. Sweet. It was something soft.

Something sweet as the organ that then began to play the wedding march that was easily recognized by all. The murmuring came to a stop with the unanimous shuffle of feet over the floor as the crowd stood up together in unison. He felt his heart jumping in his throat; he had not a clue why he was nervous. He hadn't felt this way when they'd gotten married at the courthouse. Was it because this was a proper setting? A proper wedding? One where he'd see their friends and family? Because he had eyes on him?

A setting where Hizashi's mothers would be giving him away this time rather than the two of them exchanging brief vows to one another in a rush? He swallowed against that knot, that dryness, in his throat when he found himself glancing over the room to find heads turning to the chapel doors. Nemuri held her bouquet upright before beginning to make her way down the isle. Taking brisk, slow steps in time with the music as she made her way up the aisle over the flowers that had been pre-scattered over the deep red carpet.

And as she made her way up the aisle, he found himself growing antsy. He wanted to see Hizashi. They'd done the traditional stay away from one another this morning when they'd driven over to the church with Nemuri picking the blonde up while he drove himself. He hadn't talked or seen to Hizashi since they woke this morning other than a brief 'I love you and I'll see you at the altar' playful remark from his husband. It had been brief but it had been enough to get him through getting dressed and getting himself presentable.

All while Nemuri acted as the messenger bird between them. Trying to make sure that all was going smoothly when it came to getting them ready for the day. Putting final touches on them both, no doubt, while also acting as the communication link between them. The only reason he knew that his husband was doing alright was because of Nemuri's in between comments being passed to one another. He let out a slow breath then took a deep one to soothe the way his heart felt ready to jump out of his chest.

Jump to his throat and choke him. He let it out slowly when the dark-haired woman made her way up the aisle rather quickly where she then took her place beside Suki. He glanced over at the dark-haired woman who merely grinned then flashed him a cheeky wink before nodding her head to the open chapel doors. And then, before his very eyes, Aimi came marching down the aisle proudly with her cerulean blue hair tied back into a graceful knot. Giving him the warmest smile he'd ever seen from the woman.

And not far behind her came Hana and Haru arm in arm. Holding up their bouquets of pink, blue, red, and white. Haru was quite a bit younger than them but not by much yet the man looked as nervous as he felt. Like it was his wedding he was marching up the aisle towards. It had him cracking a grin at the younger man when Aimi took her place beside His heart was jumping up to his throat when the music crested gently yet there was no sign of Hizashi yet. Where was he? Was he still getting ready?

It's not like he had to worry about the man running out on him. It's not like he had to be fearful that there would be a reason as to why his husband couldn't do this. Not when they'd been married last year at the courthouse. Surely, if there was a reason to leave then Hizashi would've made that loud and clear to him. He fidgeted slightly with his footing when he held his hands together with that clammy sweat breaking out over them again. He wanted nothing more than for today to be over with it's nerves.

It's anxiety. With the strange emotion thrumming under his skin that left him restless. Just get through today. Just get through it. Hizashi was worth this. That had been the mantra in his head when his husband had left him alone in the house with a brief shouted goodbye. Leaving him alone to finish his bowl of flakes that he had tried to choke down his tight throat. But standing here now? Standing at he altar knowing who was coming? Who would be walking his way to him? He found his heart pounding sickeningly against his chest.

His stomach fluttered and dropped with the exhilaration. Knowing any moment his husband would come marching down that aisle towards him. He'd come marching towards him just as he had in the courthouse when he insisted on a little march up to the judges desk. Marriage, he had learned, was a partnership. Was something they would weather together. And if making his husband happy with a proper ceremony to this proportion then dammit he didn't care. He knew going into this that his husband always liked a flare on holidays.

On anniversaries. With parties. He knew this going into their relationship. And truthfully? While he had never seen himself standing at an altar waiting for his partner to arrive it didn't mean it was awful. If anything, he'd dare say he was happy. Excited to see his husband. If anything, he was nervous knowing any moment now Hizashi was going to be coming for him. Any moment now, he'd get to look at that beautiful face he so adored. The face that he covered in kisses when he felt so bold to do so and did so after sex.

To kiss at that face he so adored. That was so beloved after all of these years they spent together. He wants nothing more than to march down the aisle himself to find the blonde to see what was taking him but he refused to do so. Instead watching as Hana and Haru broke apart with the younger man coming to stand behind Tensei. Hana and Aimi with Nemuri and Suki. His stomach left him feeling absolutely nauseous as he shifted onto his toes slightly before dropping his heels back down. He dragged his teeth over his lip.

His fingers twisted together tightly when he found his finger moving to rub at his empty ring finger. He hardly ever took his ring off. The same with Hizashi. They slept with them on even and he only took it off to put it on its chain. To wear it under his clothing while they were at work while Hizashi wore his proudly on his finger. And he didn't know if it was delightful or strange that after a year of marriage that he felt strange without his ring on him somehow. It felt wrong. He wants nothing more than to put his ring back on.

To slip it back onto his finger where it belongs. But soon. Soon, soon, soon when Hizashi appeared and they got on with the ceremony. It all felt like a strange dream to him. It felt like a made up scenario he found himself in with the soft lighting from the sun outside. The soft points of lights from the strings above gave it a dream quality in the darkened chapel. This didn't feel real. None of it felt real to him but here he was, dressed up in a white suit, cleaned up, and waiting for his husband to come down the aisle.

Waiting for him as he twisted his hands together nervously. Rubbing again at his empty ring finger when, like a dream, his mouth dropped open slightly when his husband finally came into view. His mothers looked lovely clad in their dresses of black but it was Hizashi that ate up his attention. Hizashi who demanded his full focus as he forced his mouth to snap shut. His cheeks burning when he caught a few chuckles from the small audience of theirs. Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi was all he wanted to focus on.

Now that his attention was off of the decorations, the blonde man was the one thing that ate up his attention. His focus. The blonde clearly had his hair back in either a ponytail, braid or an up-do of some kind as his hair was away from his face that glowed. A beautiful, radiant joy on that face he so adores. A beautiful glow that left him in awe at the sight of the short veil that was pinned into his hair. The suit that had a trailing tail coat of crisp white. There was a few accents of gold in his ears and along the edges of his tie and veil.

He was stunning. Hizashi's eyes were wide as they glanced over the room as if he were in surprise of it all. As if he wasn't the one that had requested these decorations be hung up for them. As if he didn't hand pick them. As if he were being hit with the sight before him and he didn't doubt that he was. And then those green eyes were coming down on him again with a wideness to them that made them utterly bottomless even from a distance. That bright green color one he could swim in for hours with its golden ring around his pupils.

The soft blue highlights to the rich green color. Like emeralds. There were flowers pinned up in his hair and in the breast pocket of his jacket as well. Soft blue flowers that fluttered lightly as he took his place at the beginning of the aisle. He looked beautiful in white. Much better than he would have looked in black but that didn't mean he wasn't curious about it. However, it was Hizashi's choice for the both of them to wear white today. And he'd be damned if he began to question his husband now.

The soft sweetness of the organ filled the space as he watched his husband take a breath. And then he, along with his mothers, came marching down the isle together. Moving in time with the soft music playing, he found himself fighting the urge to bounce on his toes. To fidget with his hands. To do something to himself while he waited for his husband to appear in the chapel doorway like he knew he would. He just needed something to help calm the odd nerves that were running rampant in his chest.

He needed to keep himself in control for just a few moments more and then Hizashi would be in touching distance. His hands in his. He wanted to whine. To shower the blonde in quiet compliments until he was red cheeked but the blonde was already pink in the cheeks. Something he noted as the blonde stepped closer, closer, closer. Definitely a braid. He swore his husband had never looked lovelier than in all their time together than he did right now. Hizashi knew how to dress up. He knew how to make himself stunning.

He might never understand it but he was eager to accept the blonde who was stepping ever closer with that shimmer to green eyes. One that promised tears would be on their way which he didn't doubt if he had cried twice already. His husband could be such an emotional wreck when it came to important milestones like this. Green eyes reflected the soft fairy lights around them, the blonde was quickly approaching the altar with his mothers' hands grabbing his hands gently when they came to a stop.

The women kissed at the blonde's pink cheeks before lifting his hands up where they were then placed into his. His mother, Kimiko, then stepped forward to kiss at his own cheek before both mothers shuffled down to the front row where everyone sat down in unison. The final cord of the organ ringing out before coming to a stop. And he couldn't stop himself from admiring his husband's glowing face. The wide, excited smile that was curled over his lips. They were a soft, delicate pink in the lighting around them.

The sparkle to those wide green eyes as they flicked over his face with fingers intertwining with his. And God help him did Hizashi look lovely. His blonde locks shining silkily under the soft white lighting of the fairy lights. Against the blues of the flowers and the soft pinks and reds that broke it up. If he didn't look stunning standing there in his white suit with its trimmings of gold coloring. He didn't expect his husband to have something with a tailcoat but he was utterly gorgeous in the soft lighting of the chapel.

He looked excited. That soft blush smothering itself over his cheeks called attention to the soft brown smatterings of freckles over his cheeks and the bridge of his noses that begged for kisses. The way his lashes fluttered, black with what he had to guess was mascara and the soft flick of eyeliner had his heart jumping. Racing. His lips looked pinker in the soft lighting leaving them looking all the more kissable. All the more plump leaving his own tingling faintly with the desire to press his lips to that freckled face.

To kiss at those soft pink lips until the blonde was tugging him into his arms and off of his feet. He wants nothing more than to be held in this man's arms as they were swayed side to side like they always did. To have lips came down on his the way they would if they were standing in their kitchen. He wants Hizashi to sweep him off of his feet and take him from this chapel right now. To hold him in those slender arms of his. He squeezed a the hands interlocked with his as he let out a shuddering breath when Hizashi's smile widened.

A shuddering breath leaving the blonde when hands squeezed at his with the unanimous sound of everyone coming down to a sit. The quiet creak of the book being opened by the priest between them when there was a throat clearing but he couldn't tear his gaze away from Hizashi. The blonde who was so, so lovely that it broke his damn heart as he held onto the hands in his. They trembled lightly. God, his own felt like they were trembling as well with the rush. The exhilaration of the moment weighing down on him.

He just hoped Hizashi didn't mind his hands were strangely clammy as he slid his thumbs against Hizashi's as he found himself admiring those crystal clear green eyes of his. His softly made up face much to his surprise but Hizashi had never been shy with mascara or eyeliner. It made his eyes appear bigger. Wider. Shimmering in the soft fairy lights leaving him entranced as the blonde giggled quietly at him with that wide smile on his lips. It damn near had him giggling when the priest began speaking.

"Dearly beloved, today we are gathered here, although for a few not for the first time, to join these two men together in holy matrimony." There was a low chuckle that had him grinning bashfully at the blonde who grinned with a hint of that shyness. It was unbearably sweet. "Today is a day of joy. Of promise. We stand here to honor and celebrate the love shared between these two people as they come together to share their love surrounded by their closest family and friends. Let's start with vows, yeah?"

"I'll go first!" Hizashi's voice boomed through the chapel earning a few titters when the blonde tightened his hands on his. "Shouta, I've put you through hell and back. You stuck with me during my alcoholism, and you were patient, kind, and stayed when you shouldn't have. You loved me more than I ever deserved, and I love you just as much. Even with my loudmouth you hated so much, I adored you. And I wanted to say that from here on out, it's me and you, baby. There isn't a soul alive that I could love, adore, more than you."

Ah. Ah, what was this tight knot in his throat? What was this emotion welling up there that had him choking on his words? He wasn't the emotional type. He didn't get emotional. And yet there was a sweetness to his husband's words that truly did pull at his heart in a way he hadn't been expecting. That he hadn't been thinking he would experience when he then tightened his hands on Hizashi's. Here he was getting tight throated over a few sweet, not uncommon, words from his husband. "Zashi, you fucking idiot."

"I'm your idiot! Forever and always, right? I love you, Shouta, I really do! You put up with so much shit from me that I-I don't know if anyone else would've put up with it! Would've dealt with me." Thumbs slid against his in a caress when the blonde's eyes grew watery before his very eyes when the blonde tightened his hands on his. "You are my everything. You are my reason. There is no one I love more than you, Shouta Aizawa, and I'm yours wholeheartedly! I'm here whenever and however you need me!"

"You are my idiot, are you? You've always been a loudmouth who never thought things through. Who never even considered something before jumping into it." He squeezed at his husband's hands earning himself a smile as lashes fluttered to clear that watery sheen to those green eyes that shone beautifully. "You're a beautiful person, inside and out. I see that and I've always seen that. There's no one I want more than you, no one I can love more than you. I'm nothing short of honored to be your husband, Hizashi Yamada."

"You're going to make me cry, you freaking jerk!" He couldn't help smiling at the waver to his husband's voice as lashes fluttered quickly to keep tears from dripping down much to his delight. It was an odd thing to delight over; to find joy in. Knowing his bland words were more than enough to bring his husband to tears had his lips twitching in their wide smile. It left him feeling accomplished when Hizashi blinked hard then with that watery sheen seeming to refuse to dissipate.

"It's okay to cry, isn't it? But are you truly going to cry because I'm calling you mine? My idiot who never shuts up?" The blonde pouted but his lower lip trembled slightly with tears clinging to mascaraed lashes when he squeezed at his hands gently. "I don't like this kind of thing, and you know that. I don't like being open with my affections, but you open your ears loud and clear, yeah? I love you, Hizashi Yamada, and I have never been happier than that first I do at the courthouse. I'm yours and you're mine. Now and forever. "

That did it. Oh, the tears came gushing down his husband's cheeks to his chin with lips pursing into a pout to fight them off, but his lips trembled. Was his husband perhaps more emotional than he thought? He wanted nothing more than to apologize and kiss that wet face until he smiled again. Until he was happy again. Their hands lifted with Hizashi rubbing his tears away when the man then grinned at him. "Jerk! You're lucky Nem pushed waterproof liner and mascara on me before I came out."

He couldn't help a wicked grin yet more tears bubbled on dark lashes that spilled down pink cheeks when the priest then cleared his throat once more to gain their attention. "There are no vows more meaningful and powerful than those that are shared here today. Your wedding vows are a sacred declaration of your love for each other. The foundation of your relationship as a married couple and the life you want to build together. Please face each other as you declare these vows to one another. Yamada, you may start."

Hizashi's hands squeezed at his gently once more for what felt to be the millionth time, but he'd be damned if he let those hands slide from his. There was nothing, no one, he wanted to see than the watery eyed blonde before him as tears clung to lashes. "I, Hizashi Yamada, take you, Shouta Aizawa, to be my wedded husband. I promise to stay by your side through good and bad times. For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. I vow to stay true to you and love unconditionally for the rest of my days."

"Aizawa, please now make your vows."

He cleared his throat to rid it of the odd tightness that felt insufferable. The odd ball of emotion clogged his throat when he lifted his gaze to remain locked onto that watery one as hands clutched at his fervently. Holding onto him as he took a trembling breath. "I, Shouta Aizawa, take you, Hizashi Yamada, to be my wedded husband. I promise to stay by your side through good and bad times. For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. I vow to stay true to you and love unconditionally for the rest of my days."

"Do you, Hizashi Yamada, take this man to be your wedded husband."

Green eyes shimmered wetly with the wide smile curling onto Hizashi's lips. Those lips then parted with the most determined, proud, resounding tone to his voice when he spoke. "I do!"

"Do you, Shouta Aizawa, take this man to be your wedded husband?"

"I do." He knew his own tone sounded resigned, but God knows he was jumping for joy internally to say it again. To all but reaffirm their commitment to one another with two simple little words. And Hizashi seemed to understand that with that shimmer to his green eyes as another tear dripped down his pink cheek. His husband sure was emotional today, wasn't he? They'd hardly gotten into the bulk of it, yet he teared up so sweetly over this. He loves it.

"Let us now proceed to the exchanging of rings. Your rings symbolize the eternal commitment that you make to each other and the never-ending circle of your love. May these rings always remind you of the commitment you are making today. Yamada and Aizawa, please repeat after me. I, Yamada, give you, Aizawa, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment to you."

Tensei gently nudged Tenya forward who held up the pillow towards them when their hands separated from one another. Hizashi reached down for his ring then the other which was passed to him as he held the golden band in his hand tightly while holding his left hand out as Hizashi smiled at him. Something soft. Sweet. Warm. There was such adoration it left him utterly breathless as the ring slid onto his finger again. "I, Hizashi, give you, Shouta, this ring as a symbol of my love and my commitment to you."

God, his husband was beautiful. So, so beautiful with tears clinging to his lashes making those green eyes water like gems. Like emeralds. A stray lock of hair drifted over Hizashi's cheek that he reached out to pinch then gently coaxed behind his ear carefully. Mindful of his hearing aids when he then cupped his face briefly. Rubbing beneath his eye to rid it of a tear ready to fall when Hizashi held his left hand out and he slid the ring back into its proper place. "I, Shouta, give you, Hizashi, this ring as a symbol of my love and my commitment to you."

"By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and husband! You may now kiss your groom!"

And Hizashi didn't wait a moment for hands to come down on his waist. Sliding over it as he raised his left arm up to the blonde's shoulders to curl around them. Holding himself forward against Hizashi who wrapped his arms around his him. Shimmering, wet green eyes locked onto his with lashes fluttering when he slid his right hand up to cup his husband's cheek. Sliding his thumb over that pink, damp cheek of his as he met that shimmering gaze before leaning in. Hizashi moving to meet him in the middle.

And then those pink lips were coming down on his with an erupting chorus of an applause behind them as he was bowed slightly in his husband's arms. It was an eternity. It was a century. Lips slid against his tenderly, sweetly like he was something long since beloved. Something to be adored. Cherished. And he happily returned that sweet tenderness to his husband. He cupped the back of his neck with his hand with wolf whistles ringing out behind them when he was tipped back further with hands sliding along his back.

Breaking up the wild clapping when Hizashi's lips were then coming up from his much too soon for his liking. He chased after him without thinking for another press of those soft lips onto his once more as arms tightened around his waist to hold him close, close, close. Then his husband broke the kiss properly when he felt his face flushing at the few laughs from beside them from Tensei, Hana and Aimi. It had him ducking his head down but the blonde held him close with an arm around his waist securely.

He was then wrapped in a hug from his sister when he tore his gaze from Hizashi for the first time. All while Hizashi's mother's threw their arms around the both of them. A dog pile hug from three women as he found himself in a mist of scents before they let go. And then Hizashi was tugging him gently from the altar to begin walking down the aisle together. He had not a clue who would clean up but he heard the idle chatter of their recent addition to the friend group. Emi, a loud woman, offering to clean up.

They had an allotted time and they needed to get to the reception. He let Hizashi tug him down the isle, when he curled his arm around the blonde's waist. It was strangely surreal. Walking past the decorations he'd been admiring on his way past now flying by them as he clung to his husband as they made long strides down the aisle. He was tugged towards the open chapel doors out into the front area of the church. Down the three steps that led to the front doors as they burst out into the afternoon sunlight.

The light had his husband's hair shining like spun gold as their shoes tapped and scraped over the ground deafeningly. However, he didn't think twice about it as he happily let himself be swung into his husband's arms. Laughing in surprise then when they were showered with a scattering of glitter from the doors above. He didn't mind it one bit as he happily pressed his lips to Hizashi's in another of those sweet, tender kisses. A quiet whisper as lips moved together when they waltzed side to side down the front walkway of the church.

It had been amazingly easy to find a church accepting of gay marriage to take them in on this day. His husband had pulled quite a few strings just to make this day work for them. Walking blindly down the front walkway as lips slid against his tenderly, sweetly, he felt his heart aching. Thudding sickeningly over it's beats when they broke apart with a smack with trembling breaths being taken as he pulled back with his hands resting on Hizashi's shoulders. Those green eyes shone beautifully in the setting sunlight of the afternoon.

The blonde squeezed at his waist as he was walked backwards into the parking lot of the church. He spun on his heels with his husband giggling rather hysterically behind him as they began to shuffle towards their car as he patted his pockets to find Suki had slipped him his car keys. When had she done that? He had not a clue but he tugged them out of his pocket to hit at the pad which had the lights flaring with a honk. Friends and family were trailing out of the front doors of the church to follow after them.

All to drive over to the reception which he found himself eager to get too. He didn't think he'd enjoy such a lavish party but he could have fun with his husband. And as hot as it made his cheeks to hear the crooning and chuckling behind them with amusement at the open display of affection, he knew he could do this. He could suffer the flashing bulbs if it meant they had memories to look back on. Anything to make his husband happy. The blonde kneaded at his waist as they made their way to the car of theirs.

Lips pressed to the side of his neck and shoulder with hands sliding over his waist. Comforting. Sweet. There was nothing he wanted than to go on their honeymoon now rather than entertain a party but he'd do this the right way. He would do this wedding right from start to beginning if it meant making his husband happy. And, declared by the church, they were husbands and that meant he made his spouse happy. It had him chuckling at the thought when Hizashi giggled again before letting him go.

Stepping back when he tugged open the drivers side door before turning to the blonde with raised brows. The blonde let go long enough to run around the car with his tail coat fluttering behind him. God, the man was beautiful today. Stunning. No one could deny that. He slid into the drivers seat causing the car to bounce lightly when the passenger side door was ripped open with his husband sliding into the seat next to him. He shut his door with a firm slam when Hizashi made sure his tail coat was in the car.

Shifting in his seat before slamming his car door shut. He slid the car keys into the ignition, twisting the car to life when Hizashi turned towards him. And he couldn't stop himself from leaning towards his husband to press his lips to those smiling ones. Sliding gently against his, the quiet whisper of their moving lips filled the quiet of the car. A hand lifted to cup his cheek as the car rumbled quietly. It was strangely electrifying to give those vows in a proper wedding setting. To stand there before everyone to declare their love.

And God knows he hadn't been able to tear his eyes away from his husband easily. Not when Hizashi was lovelier than he'd ever seen him in all their time together. It had him melting as he reached out to place a hand on the blonde's thigh. Lips moving slowly, tenderly, with his until he broke away with a smack as he squeezed at his husband's thigh. A thumb sliding over his cheek when he leaned backwards to smile at the blonde who pressed his palm firmly to his cheek. Nuzzling at him sweetly with a soft laugh when he leaned in.

Lips came down on his in one, two, three pecks that he returned without a second thought before pulling away with a sigh that had the blonde smiling at him brilliantly. A sweetness, an excitement, to that smile that had him utterly melting as he leaned back in his seat to tug the seatbelt across his chest. With a click as it was shoved into the buckle, Hizashi tugged the seatbelt across his chest and jammed it into his buckle. The blonde was absolutely radiant today. Glowing with such unbridled joy it had him smiling himself.

His pink cheeks bore faint tear stains to them but there was a shimmer to those green eyes that had his hands itching to cup his face. To rub his tears away before they could come for him again. His husband always did tend to get more emotional than him but he was oddly emotion in his own ways today. He reached out to touch a cheek with the backs of his fingers, rubbing at the tear stains, before he reached up to adjust the mirror. Putting the car into reverse, he pulled out of the parking spot slowly with the other cars around them pulling out.

All rushing to get to the venue to enjoy the rest of their afternoon before they left for their weekend away. A honeymoon that they didn't have the money for last year. A hand touched his then to which he weaved his fingers together with Hizashi's who lifted it up to kiss at the ring on his finger. He smiled as he navigated them out of the parking spot then reached down with their conjoined hands to put the car into drive. Hizashi gave a tight squeeze to his hand which he returned before letting the blonde tug their hands onto his thigh.

Hizashi always drove more than half the time but he had to admit that there was something nice about driving. He knew he'd never hear the end of Hizashi being the "passenger princess" this time round but he wanted to do something nice. To take control of something for the night when tonight he knew they'd be doing anything but sleeping. Anything but catching up on the sleep he lost by waking early this morning to Hizashi flying about the house trying to make sure everything was in order with the church.

With the decorations, the minister, and the outfits that they had in dress suits hanging up in their closet. He'd woken far too early but once Hizashi noticed he was up it led to a cuddle session in bed that he honestly hadn't minded in the slightest bit. He felt frazzled, a bit emotional, but couldn't that be said for anyone's wedding day? He hummed quietly when Hizashi began fussing with the radio to put something soft on as he made his way through the parking lot with the wheel brushing against his palm gently.

A quiet brush filling the car as it did so while he made his way around the church with a quiet hum. The blonde settled on a radio station that was playin a rather sweet ballad with the volume turned down as the blonde clung onto his hand. Fingers tracing along his rind lightly as he glanced over at the blonde who had a soft smile curled over pink lips. A sparkle to his gaze when those green eyes caught his to which he jerked his gaze forward. It wasn't supposed to take long to get to the venue from what he understood.

It was about twenty-five minutes away and their ceremony had ended quicker than he thought it would. He clung onto his husband's hand with a sigh as he pulled onto the street with his thumb rolling soothing circles when Hizashi raised their hands up. Kissing at his knuckles, he chanced a look over at his husband who squeezed his hand gently with that warmth to his gaze. A warmth that could melt butter as he settled into his seat. Fuck, this man was going to be he end of him, he swore it as he held onto his hand.

He was trying to breathe properly without wheezing out his breaths at the excitement that sparked in his chest when Hizashi nuzzled the back of his hand against that pink cheek. God, this man was unbelievably beautiful in his white suit. The veil fluttering over his shoulders was gauzy with a gold trimming to it that was beautiful. Blending with the the blonde's hair beautifully when he tore his gaze away back to the road to keep from gawking at Hizashi who hummed. That cheek nuzzling his hand tenderly.

Then a hand skimmed down his forearm to squeeze at him when he hummed back to his husband who squeezed at his hand. He returned it without a second thought when he hummed at the blonde who squirmed in his seat slightly. No doubt get comfortable with the quiet rustle of a hand dragging over fabric when his husband then took a quiet breath. One shuddered on it's way out when his cheek squished itself to the back of his hand. He adores this man. God, does he fucking love Hizashi more than anything.

"I love you, Shouta Yamada-Aizawa, you know that? I know that none of this, not one bit of it, is your scene and you don't like to be the center of attention. I know that you hate it but I appreciate it more than anything that you went along with this for my sake!" The hand in his squeezed when Hizashi giggled then with a hysterical edge to the sound when that cheek nuzzled his hand again. "You are the bestest, greatest husband in the world, Shouta, you know that? I love you so much, baby!"

"I-I love you too, Zashi, and if this made you that happy then I'm glad to go along with it for the rest of the night." He rubbed his hand against Hizashi's warm cheek when the blonde let out another strained, hysterical giggle at him when lips pressed to the back of his hand sending tingles racing up his arm when he chuckled. "You're beautiful today, you know that? I doubt anyone can say they're the luckiest man on the planet besides me. I can't begin to describe how lovely you are tonight."

"I can honestly say the same, baby! You, are unfairly handsome, you know that? While you look absolutely handsome in white I bet you'd look lovelier in black but there's no changing the theme now!" T he blonde sighed then with a hand stroking his forearm gently when he pulled his hand from Hizashi's to flip his hand around to cup that cheek absentmindedly. "God, today was absolutely perfect! From start to finish it was amazing! You're mine and I'm yours! Can anything sound any better to you, baby?"

"Nothing. Nothing sounds better than that, love." It was a choked nickname he got out but it had the blonde humming as his hand covered the back of his own. Pressing his palm firmly to that warm cheek as he focused his best on flipping the signal to take a turn as he stroked Hizashi's cheek before dropping his hand down. Caressing his thigh as he peeked over at the blonde who beamed at him. "I'm glad that this made you so happy, Zashi, really. I'm happy too, if I'm going to be honest."

He peeked to find a delighted smile curling over his husband's lips with that hopeful sparkle to green eyes when he slid his hand to rub over his husband's thigh idly with a hand coming down. Fingers sliding between his when Hizashi then let out a bubbling laugh that had him grinning as he focused on driving. "I knew it would! You're such a sour puss sometimes and you act like normal things won't give you joy when they do! I bet you're going to love dancing and cutting the cake, aren't you?"

"Maybe." It had his husband giggling when fingers tightened on his as that hand moved with his in its rubs when the blonde shifted in his seat. And then that hand slipped beneath his to hold onto his properly again as their conjoined hands rested on Hizashi's thigh. Squeezing at Hizashi's hand, he lifted their hands up to kiss the back of Hizashi's with a hum. "We'll have plenty of pictures for the ceremony, won't we? And then more of the reception?"

"Yup! But just let me know if you feel uncomfortable and we'll sneak away!" The blonde shifted in his seat then when he kissed at his husband's ring finger where the gold caught the afternoon light in a blinding, dazzling wink. Just like his own. Hizashi then hummed softly with a sigh as the quiet rumble of the engine filled the silence between them when the blonde then squeezed gently. His thumb sliding against his own. "I love you, baby, you know that? I love you so fucking much."

"That's why we did all of this, isn't it?" He tried for a playful tone that had the blonde laughing when their hands fell down onto his thigh when the wheel brushed over his palm. He grinned to himself when he then pulled up to the traffic lights just as they went red. And once they did, the blonde was flying towards him with lips pressing to his shaven cheek softly. His lips and nose nuzzling into his cheek when he laughed. "I love you too, Zashi. Let's get through the reception, yeah?"

"Mhmm!" The blonde nuzzled at his cheek until he pulled back slightly allowing him to turn his head to face the blonde. And God, maybe he was jut as giddy from it all but he happily leaned in. Soft lips pressed down onto his moved slowly, tenderly against his as his husband and himself strained against seatbelts. Eager for another touch of those lips against his. Slow. Easy. He could do this. He could see himself through the reception, he knew he could. Anything to make his husband happy tonight was his goal.