The IidaBaku flower shop AU i so desperately craved I had to write it myself. This fic is my baby, please enjoy!
Iida is sitting in his favorite coffee shop, enjoying the smell of fresh air from the large bay windows mixing with the aroma of fresh ground coffee beans and vanilla. He's always admired the exposed brick walls and art from local artists. He's been waiting close to 15 minutes for Momo to arrive, but that's his fault for being perpetually early to anything he has planned. The waiting gives him plenty of time to look over the menu closely and analyze the seasonal choices the coffee shop has added since his last visit.
As he glances up from his menu he notices his best friend strolling up the sidewalk. She's dressed in a peach colored sundress, hair perfect as ever and beaming at him. He notices she's carrying a gift bag and wonders what the occasion is. As she comes closer to the shop he stands to greet her with a hug.
"Iida! I've missed you terribly. How are you? You look fantastic!" Momo seems more excited than normal, Iida notes.
"I'm doing well. Working as normal." Iida releases her from their hug and pulls her chair out for her. He doesn't miss the way she seems to be bouncing in her seat, he doesn't recall ever seeing Momo act so giddy. It's quite out of character for her to be this outwardly excited about something. "You seem excited today, is everything ok?"
Momo is smiling ear to ear and it seems like she's going to burst. "I have something for you!" Suddenly she's thrusting the gift bag he noticed earlier into his hands with a look of pure joy on her face.
"What is this? it's not my birthday."
"I know! Just open it, please!"
He starts carefully pulling out tissue paper and folding it, sticking it under his plate so it doesn't blow away. He pulls out the first gift, a periwinkle and creme satin tie, and directly under it a matching pair of cashmere periwinkle socks. He places them both carefully atop the tissue paper, so there is no way they will get dirty. The final thing he pulls out is a matching envelope. Inside is a card that reads "I found the woman of my dreams, but i still need my best friend. Will you be my man of honor?" He feels tears welling in his eyes as he looks up at a very pleased Momo.
"Of course I will!" He assures her and stands up to give her another hug. "I have been writing my speech for the reception ever since you called and told me Jirou proposed."
"I figured as much." She laughs lightly. "I know you are the perfect person for the job."
Immediately, he's leaning under the table to retrieve his iPad out of his bag. In a few quick motions he's showing Momo a pinterest board, and then immediately switching tabs to a list of vendors in a google document. "Which vendors have you and Jirou contacted? You know some of the best people in town have long waitlists, and I have numbers you can call to make sure you can get the best people working on your wedding." Before Momo even has time to stop him he's bringing up a spreadsheet with vendor names, phone numbers, price ranges and availability.
"Iida, we won't be married for close to a year from now! We've contacted a few people, my dress and Jirou's tux are handled. We still need to contact a bakery, a linen company, entertainment for the reception, a caterer and a florist. Quite frankly, it's all a little bit overwhelming." She seems to deflate a little at the thought of everything they still have to accomplish, all while her and Jirou are both managing full time careers as well.
"Well, I can take on any one of those things for you, if you so trust me with it. I would love to help in any way I can. I can take on whatever tasks you need me to." He smiles at her and takes her hand in his. "I want your special day to be as perfect as you've ever imagined it."
