Operation: Love ♡ | SabiGiyuu

Step 4 | Wedding?

"Please, Giyuu-senpai?" Makomo begged, clinging onto his left arm with eyes wide as that of a doe's, bottom lip sticking out in a pout, trying her charm on him.

"Makomo..." Giyuu could only sigh out, eyes fluttered closed as he tried to not cave in to the puppy eyes presented on either side of him, clinging onto his arms like their lives depended on it.

"Once and never again, we promise!" Tanjiro bribed, slowly pulling the other male into the darkness of caving in. Of agreeing to the god damn photoshoot they were whining about.

Giyuu is in a dead end, to say the least, backed into a corner with the two kouhais blocking any means of escaping, even the slightest ones.

"Fine, fine. I'll do it." He agreed at last, letting out a breath of relief as the two cute leeches finally let go of his arms. "When and where?"

"Iguro's Dress Shop across from Sunshade Café after school." Tanjiro informed him before running away with Makomo in tow, away on the opposite direction Giyuu is heading to.

Iguro's Dress Shop and Sunshade Café is in no means in a competition against one another. In fact, the former owners of both minimalistic stores have been good friends before they passed down their family-owned emporio to their oldest child.

Giyuu couldn't help but narrow his eyes in suspicion, pouting and pondering on why it had to be a wedding photoshoot, out of all varieties of concepts? It did stump him at first, but brushed it off, thinking nothing too major will happen.

Oh how wrong he was.

"Giyuu!" Sabito popped up in front of him, his lips curled up into his usual smile, eyes bright and shining as he pulled the raven-haired male away from the hold of his mind.

"Sabito." Giyuu replied, surprised at the unexpected meeting since they were, of course, from separate classes. Giyuu's class is 2 hallways away from Sabito, so he is also confused as to why the peach-haired male is here.

"I saw our kouhais clinging onto your arms, might as well ask about it." Sabito voiced his reason as to why he is buzzing along the corridor where the raven-haired male's classroom is located, slinging an arm over his shoulder.

"They wanted me to do some kind of photoshoot after school." Giyuu shrugged his shoulders, lips pursed in thought, his voice laced in confusion as to why out of all goddamn 1000 people in this school, it has to be him.

"Photoshoot? That's quite the news coming from your mouth." The peach-haired male teased, a smile gracing his lips, showing his rows of pearly white teeth, the only straight thing out of every aspect of him.

The raven-haired male narrowed his eyes and gently pushed his arm away from his shoulder, a pout displayed on his lips as he walked away from him.

"Wait- Hey! I'm just kidding!" Sabito tried to make up, jogging towards the irritated male to catch up to him.

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"Giyuu, you're here!" Mitsuri beamed, dragging the other male inside the shop by the wrist, showing the countless amounts of mannequins perfectly aligned and displaying the abundance of different dresses of varying lengths, colours, designs, and concepts.

This time, however, the female acquaintance dragged him to the room where all the weddings dressed are stored, the ajar door revealing Iguro without his mask, Kaburamaru resting snugly over his shoulders and a familiar boy standing before the owner, a camera over his neck and meekly talking to him.

"He's here!" Mitsuri announced, dragging him in, causing the conversing duo to turn to their direction.

"Akuma?" Giyuu questioned with his eyebrows knitted together, currently not believing his eyes as the third oldest of the Shimamoto siblings stood before him.

"Giyuu." Akuma gave him a bright smile that put the sun to pitiful shame, a hand on the body of the camera. "I'm surprised you're the victim today."

"Wait, how many people did Iguro take as victims?" The raven-haired questioned in panic as Mitsuri forcefully pushed him towards him and the owner of the store.

"Currently; his two elder sisters, Mitsuri, Makomo, and Muichirou." Iguro listed, pulling him by the wrist towards the few dresses he hand-picked that will look gorgeous on Giyuu, separated from the others.

Horrified, the raven-haired male tried to yank his wrist away from the owner's hold, but the iron grip wouldn't let him do so.

"Stop resisting already, your fate has been sealed long ago." Iguro hissed, causing the male to let out a huff of defeat as the grip loosened and let go, picking out the first dress.

Mitsuri and Akuma shuffled out of the room and heading towards the room where they would be taking pictures, smiles breaking across their faces.

Giyuu could do nothing but sigh, this is really going to be a long afternoon.

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"Did you save it, Akuma-san?"

"Of course! How could I not, Tanjiro?"

"Sweet! Send it to Sabito-senpai now!"

"H- Hold on! I need to get my laptop first!"