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y/n reached the altar, now she and kuroo stood beside each other. yaku, whose role was the priest, led the ceremony, "welcome, dear friends, to this very unexpected yet expected union," he eyed the both of them. "love knows no bounds, not even the bounds of this fake-ish wedding."
y/n couldn't help but laugh at yaku's words as she looked at kuroo.
the exchanging of vows finally began, each had a script in hand provided by the members of the wedding booth. though they stuttered over some words and found some funny, they still read every word written on the paper. it was completed when both of them had worn the paper rings on their ring fingers.
"and now," yaku continued, "it is time for the moment we have all been waiting for. you may now kiss the bride."
with a flourish, kuroo lifted the veil from y/n's head, revealing her flushed cheeks. before he could lean in for the traditional kiss, yaku cleared his throat.
"hey, what the hell?" his tone was playful yet firm. "let's keep this fucking PG. just hug or something."
the guests burst into laughter at the exchange. y/n and kuroo chuckled as they enveloped each other in a warm embrace instead.
as kuroo clung to y/n in a warm hug, he leaned close, lips brushing against her ear, "he doesn't know i already stole a kiss from you," he whispered, a mischievous glint in his eyes..
y/n chuckled softly as her arms tightened around him. "it was just on the cheek," she teased.
"yeah, whatever," kuroo replied with a grin, squeezing her tightly before releasing her from the embrace.
together, they turned to face their wedding guests like a newly wedded couple, and they were showered with rose petals as they walked together from the altar.
