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Chapter 40 Cover ups

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The spring semester moves quickly, and while it does mean that Dazai's graduation is coming up—so is the wedding .

"How does it look?"

She spins around the full length mirrors lining the room, sending delicate panels of lace and tulle fanning out around her, "I like the movement—what do you think about the—" She pauses in mid spin, smiling and tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear. "Chuuya...?"

"You look," Chuuya is admittedly choked up, "you look perfect , Ane-san."

They're in her office in Tokyo, in one of the empty showrooms. It's after hours, so it's just the two of them left.

"Really?" She turns around, examining the bodice in the mirror. "I wanted to find a dress that would make him cry, but..." she trails off, "I always wanted to make one myself."

"If he doesn't cry when he sees you, I'll make him tear up myself."

Kouyou snorts, toying with the hem of her sleeve. "It's— starting to feel real , now."

Chuuya nods, curling up on one of the viewing couches in the corner. "It's only four more weeks now, right?"Kouyou nods, and Chuuya can see something a little tense in her shoulders."Are you nervous?"

"No, but..." she sighs, and her next words hit unexpectedly hard— "Mom called me yesterday."

Chuuya stiffens, but he doesn't react too much—because he can tell she's watching for that. "She did?"

Kouyou nods, and she looks guilty. "I haven't spoken to her since..."

Before the trial. Neither of them have."Did she...?"

Kouyou nods. "She wants to come."

Chuuya bites his lip.His emotions towards his mother over the years...have been complicated, to say the least."If you want her there, you should ask her to come." He shrugs, trying to act like it doesn't matter.

"Chuuya..." Kouyou shakes her head. "After everything, you—"

Chuuya interrupts her, "It's your wedding, okay? It isn't about me, or any of that."

Kouyou frowns deeply, "I know, but it's a special circumstance—"

"And it's also going to be one of the most important days of your life," Chuuya shrugs, "If you want her there, it's okay ."

Kouyou is silent for a moment, and then she turns to look in the mirror again. "I don't know..." she sighs heavily, "I think I feel bad because I don't want her there." She wraps her arms around herself "I can't really separate her from the rest of it."

Chuuya can't blame her.

"Then don't invite her. After everything..." Chuuya shrugs, "Neither of us really owes her anything."

Kouyou nods slowly, turning around to face him again, "She divorced him. It was finalized six weeks ago."

Chuuya isn't sure whether or not he's surprised—but it does make him feel a little bit better.

"Now," Kouyou turns around so he can unzip her, "it's time to get you fitted!"

Chuuya groans a little, walking up behind her, "I really thought we grew out of dress up!"

"You promised I could put you in whatever I want! And you're my man of honor!" Kouyou slips out of her sleeves, carefully stepping out of the dress and hanging it up. "Besides, you can't try that on me—I already know your secret."

Chuuya crosses his arms over his chest as she pulls her work slacks and blouse back on, "And what is that?"

"You," she reaches over, lifting one hand from where she's buttoning up her shirt, "like being dressed up."