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𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

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"I love you." He said before ending the call.

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[ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 ]

His sudden declaration of love kept you restless all night.

The way he said it, the pain was evident in his voice and it kept ringing in your ear. The arranged marriage - he knew it was all platonic - yet he had fallen in love with you.

If only you knew the aching pain of heartbreak he's feeling. The pain of unrequited love, it's as if you're forced to stand still and smile while your heart breaks to pieces. It's unfair for him, he didn't deserve this.

And here you are, confused about this whole ordeal. You didn't love him. Maybe you did like him. As a close friend or at least a partner, you want to work with.

'Feelings are confusing.'

Your thoughts came to a halt. Your breath hitched at the sudden feeling of arms wrapping around you from behind. You could feel his warm chest on your back.

"Good morning, my love." He kissed the shell of your ear.

"Morning.."

You could feel your cheeks getting warmer from the unexpected back hug and the little kiss on your neck.

"Good morning to you too, baby," He added, his hand caressing your belly bump.

Somehow, you liked this. The comfortable silence, the comfort you were getting.

You were tempted to give him a point. This somewhat convinced you that maybe Oikawa could be a good father. And maybe a good husband.

"Are you and the baby hungry? Should I prepare breakfast?" He asked.

Oikawa = 1

"Maybe.." he lowered his voice, all husky from his sleep. "I should serve it like I used to." He teased, his hands finding their way under your - his - shirt, running his fingers over your delicate skin.

Oikawa = -3

"It's literally 6 in the morning, Oikawa. Stop being horny." You stepped away from him.

"Tooru."

"What?"

He stepped closer to you, holding your hands. His dark eyes - that gleamed under the golden light - stared into your [e/c] ones.

"Since we are to be married, I want you to call me by my name. My given name." Soft. His voice was soft and gentle. As if he were to speak louder, you'd run away again.

You didn't reply right away, you were too busy studying his face. How his long lashes complement his dark chocolate eyes. His plump lips now agape. His disheveled brown hair from waking up not just a few minutes ago. And the way he furrowed his eyebrows, awaiting for your answer.

"You're pretty, Tooru.." you breathed.

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𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮 . . .

Taking a deep breath, calming your nerves. You gaze around the gazebo, helping you gather your thoughts as the priest says a few words.

The sounds of waves crashing, the warm salty breeze, and the way the palm trees sway.

Yes, you are now getting married. Especially in the backyard of Oikawa's estate. Currently standing in front of the man who will soon be your husband in a matter of minutes.

The said man wearing a dashing white polo with black slacks, his signature smile on his face as his eyes twinkle with delight.

To see you in front of him, especially seeing you in such a gorgeous white summer dress. It surely complimented your skin and your beautiful body.

But he thinks it'll look better on his bedroom floor - soon to be your shared bedroom. Just a thought, really.

You snap out of your trance as your fiancé held your hand, slipping a golden band that shimmered under the sunlight.

"Take this ring as a symbol of my promise to you. A promise of my infinite love and loyalty towards you, my wife." He said, placing a kiss on top of your knuckles.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach
flutter a bit from the kiss.

Slipping the same golden ring unto his ring finger, uttering the same words. You felt guilty. Guilty of promising such things when you knew - not really - that you didn't love him.

The priest smiled as you both held hands. "May the Lord bless you both with a happy married life, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

In your heart, you were asking for guidance from God and your mother.

The man before you, Tooru Oikawa, your husband, wasted not even a second to kiss those cherry lips of yours. Sealing both of your fates and promises to each other.

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[e/c] eyes gaze towards the golden ring on your finger. You're still in shock. You didn't believe it, you're married now, to him.

And now...

You are [y/n] Oikawa.

His wife.

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