mentally unstable pt.2 ~ shigadabi

twenty-five

No one's pov:

Tomura's body was shaking. He had the the overwhelming urge to itch but Himiko already applied make-up on his scars and he didn't want to ruin it. He tried to remind himself why he was here, why everyone was here. After having a talk with Hana and Rumi he felt slightly better but still on the edge of a panic attack. "You look beautiful Tomura," Aizawa says. Tomura looked down at himself nervously, holding his bouquet to his chest. "You think so?" He watches the altar where his soon to be husband waits. Dabi looked beautiful. He couldn't believe he could be so lucky for someone like Dabi to fall in love with him out of everyone in the world. 

"Are you ready sweetie?" Eri looks up smiling brightly. She grabbed her white rose and began to walk down the aisle. The two men shared a glance, realizing they should have given her more...clear instructions. She begin to take a petal off the rose and dropped it onto the ground with every step she took. It didn't take long for her to run out of petals and she was only halfway down the aisle. She turns to face them in a panic. "I ran out," she yells in a whisper. Tomura motioned for her to come back and squats  down. She runs to him and he takes a rose from his bouquet. "Try to walk a little bit fast and then sit in the front row, okay?" He whispers, handing her a second flower. She smiles while nodding. She goes back to where she left off, pick the petals one by one. The crowd offered awe and light applause when she sat down. "Ready?" Aizawa held out his arm and Tomura locked his own arm wit him. Tomura took a deep breath as Aizawa guided him towards the altar. 

Dabi felt the air leave his body. This was the last thing he was expecting. He felt as if he was falling in love all over again. Tomura was the most gorgeous human being he had ever laid eyes upon. He had been waiting for this for what felt like forever. And now he was here, and he felt like crying.

Aizawa kisses Tomura's cheek before whispering to Dabi, "Take care of my son." It went without saying, Dabi would always care for this man. The pastor began to speak but they couldn't bring their attention away from one another. 'Fuckin gorgeous,' Dabi mouthed. Tomura giggles softly. They stared into each other's eyes, only looking away once their asked to recite their vows. Dabi offers to go first. 

"Tomura, every time I look at you I wonder what the fuck I did to be blessed by heaven to have you even glance at me. Since the moment I saw you I knew we would be here. I know it's been really hard lately and I just want you to know how much I appreciate you just being in my life. There's no one else I want to put up with my bullshit. You make me speechless and I am so excited to continue to build my future with you. I love you so fucking much."

Tomura leaned into his ear. "You didn't have curse that much," he whispers. "It's the only fucking way I can express myself." Tomura rolled his eyes but he could wipe the smile off his face.

"Dabi, when I met you I thought you were the most weirdest person in the world because how could someone as wonderful as you want to be around me. You saw the most ugliest parts of me and my body from the very beginning, I had never felt so wanted before. You turn my anxieties into butterflies; and I fucking love you too."

They stand there hand in hand, silently crying, as the rings are brought to them. Tomura gasp, feeling his heart drop when Dabi places the ring on his finger. "What did you do?" he breaths out. "Don't freak out, Fuyumi bought it," Dabi whispers, which did give him some relief. "I pronounce you husband and husband, you may no-"

Dabi waste no time forcibly grabbing Tomura's face and shoving his tongue down his throat. Tomura couldn't help but laugh against his lover's lips. "You're a freak." Dabi grins, grabbing his waist. "I'm your freak. Forever."