my first and last | t. kuroo, h. iwaizumi

boy surprise, learn nothing

four months later.

it was april again. (because, apparently, that's how time worked.)

the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, swaying in the wind and releasing their petals like it was nature's confetti, and every day was a party. or like sprinkles being added by a confectioner, and we were just scoops of delicious, melting ice cream in the early spring heat.

i stared at the wedding invitation one more time, mentally noting the address before placing it back under a novelty magnet on my refrigerator. it was a twenty minute drive, but i had to slot out enough time to arrive early since i was a bridesmaid. i walked back into the bedroom, fixing the back of my earring as i looked myself over in the mirror.

'i do my hair toss, check my nails. baby how you feelin'?' i met my own eyes in the mirror.

'feeling good as hell.'

i grinned at my reflection, pointing finger guns and clicking my tongue. a knock sounded at the door as i held the pose to build confidence. turning to the door, i smoothed out the front of my lavender dress (the exact color of six ounces of butterfly pea flower tea mixed with two ounces of lemon juice–and a spoonful of sugar).

i leaned against the doorway, one of my shoulder straps drooping as i answered it.

"hey there, handsome," i winked at iwaizumi.

"wow, (y/n). you look," he paused, his eyes lingering over my (fabulous) form, "stunning." he stared, mouth wide until he covered it with his hand. i took in the sight of his reddening ears and let a shy smile make its way onto my face.

i had almost asked kuroo instead of iwaizumi, but tanaka notified me last week that the entire nekoma team had been invited. it seemed that he had gotten over his whole 'city (shitty) boys' phase. i guess people do grow up after high school. or, at least, mature in the way tanaka had.

i felt it in my bones: this was going to be a good day.

"zip me up?" i asked, turning around and lifting my hair.

iwaizumi nodded before reaching toward my back. slowly, almost sensually, he zipped up my dress, letting his fingers linger on my skin longer than what might have been deemed appropriate for two people who haven't defined the relationship.

"there," he breathed lightly into my ear as his hands drifted down my sides until they rested on my waist for a brief moment.

i slipped out of his hold reluctantly to gather my things in a small bag of wonder (now downsized for the wedding!). slinging it over my shoulder, i walked out of my apartment, checking six times to make sure it was locked.

"shall we?" i grinned up at iwaizumi, linking my arm through his.

* * * * * * * * * * *

getting ready in the back of the ballroom, i glanced out at the lot of people sitting in folding metal chairs. you would have thought that a nice ballroom would afford something fancier like velvet, but here we were. cold metal against our warm butts.

i saw kuroo walk into the hall. he was wearing a fitted suit, talking to kenma who was wearing a similar suit. next to him was lev, who must have managed to catch the flight in from paris after all. he had texted me last night, panicking about playing airline roulette to find a seat that would allow him to be back in town in time for the wedding.

yamamoto peered past my shoulder. "you can say it."

"say what?" i responded, not turning away.

"he looks hot," he mimicked the spicy emoji with the sweat drop (🥵). "i know it, you know it, we know it. hell, even lee know knows it."

i sighed, shoving him away from my shoulder and shaking my head. i turned to face him and fixed his tie as i looked over at kiyoko. delicately, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. i felt my heart flutter at the sight of her beauty.

i hoped that i could look be gorgeous like her on my wedding day.

"ready?" yamamoto asked, offering his arm to me.

i let out a slow breath as i took his arm, and we emerged from the makeshift tulle curtains to begin our walk down the aisle. a bridesmaid and groomsman in front of us, a bridesmaid and groomsman behind us.

gliding down the path, my eyes locked onto kuroo and iwaizumi sitting next to each other. an odd pairing to any outsider, sure, until the caught sight of the similar manner with which they gazed at my form–like they couldn't wait to see what was under this dress.

boy, were they in for a surprise to learn there was nothing underneath it.