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Chapter 48 Vows

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Dazai can't breathe.

He can't think.

He just—

Ever since he was small, Dazai always pictured what his wedding would look like. Some girl in a white dress—not as pretty as his mother, but maybe close.

And now—

There just aren't words for moments like this.

He could try to find one that encapsulates the feeling of seeing Chuuya right now, to try and wrap it in a neat little bow, but he can't.

There aren't enough synonyms for the word 'beautiful.'

If there were, he'd give Chuuya every single one. And Dazai has never been an overtly emotional person. He often seems to be, he over emotes and acts silly at times—usually to lighten the mood—Still, he's never easily moved.

But right now—he has tears in his eyes. Not just because of the fact that the person he's staring at is breathtaking, because he is—his white suit fits him perfectly, and his hair is loose, shining, flawlessly placed around his shoulders.

But it isn't lost on Dazai, the fact that Chuuya did this for him.

Wearing white, walking down the aisle in front of so many people—all to give Dazai some semblance of whatever wedding he might have fantasized about having when he was younger. And somehow, when he thought it was impossible, Dazai loves him even more for it.

They reach the altar, and by the time they do Chuuya is grateful when the doctor passes his hands over to Dazai, because his knees are a little unsteady.

But Kouyou was right. He isn't thinking about anyone else that might be watching.

The moment he saw the look on Dazai's face, everything else just...Didn't seem to matter anymore.

Dazai's hands squeeze his tightly, and he's smiling at him so tenderly, with tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

Chuuya smiles back at him, mouthing, 'Crybaby.'

Dazai snorts under his breath, because he deserves that.

Chuuya turns to look at Mori before the doctor returns to his seat, reaching out to squeeze his elbow. "Thank you," he whispers.

Mori smiles, his eyes filled with emotion as he whispers back, "Anytime."

He takes his seat, and Fukuzawa clears his throat. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of these two..." his voice fades a little into the background as Chuuya just focuses on Dazai. The way he's smiling at him, how his thumbs are gently brushing over Chuuya's knuckles, trying to help him relax.

And maybe Chuuya needs it just a little bit, because there's a faint tremor on his fingers.

The ceremony itself is nondenominational, and in the place of a prayer, Fukuzawa shares personal stories about them. How they met (excluding the mention of Dazoo), the progress of their lives together. And then—it comes time for the part that Chuuya was dreading so much before—