Spring is the perfect time to watch the cherry blossoms bloom. A perfect season for a wedding.
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TWO MONTHS BEFORE THE WEDDING
After finally deciding on a Shinto style wedding, Kaana had asked Garou if they could have the wedding in the spring. Of course, that left less than two months to plan. Luckily, they had enlisted the help of a certain old Master and a certain big sister.
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"For heaven's sake, Garou, stop moving so much," Bang huffed irritably, "You're only making it harder on the seamstress."
Needless to say, Garou was hating every minute of this experience. Bang, after graciously accepting the responsibility of helping plan the wedding, went and paid for everything, as well. Now, it was just a race against time to get the couple accustomed to the wedding attire and familiarized with the ceremony. Right now, Garou had to be fitted for his kimono, and the seamstress kept sticking him.
"I'm not a fucking pin cushion, stop sticking me!!" Garou all but shouted, the seamstress looked completely unfazed by his anger. Most likely having to deal with countless other customers like Garou, who can't seem to stay still for the life of him.
"You keep moving around, sir. If you stay still, it'll go less painfully for all of us," she said coolly as she proceeded to insert another pin. Garou growled, shutting his eyes as his brow twitching angrily, "This is stupid. I can't believe I agreed to this."
"You opted for this because you didn't want to wear a suit. Kaana was more than happy to do whatever you wished, despite your unbearable pigheadedness, so be a tad more compassionate," Bang scolded him.
Garou gave a scowl, but said nothing back. Bang was right, though. Garou agreed to a Shinto wedding, so now he had to deal with the hurdles that came with it. Garou inhaled sharply in an attempt to calm his raging temper, looking disgruntled as he did his damnedest not to move anymore.
He started to wonder how Kaana's fitting was going.......
The seamstress stuck him again.
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"Jeez, Mom made this look easy in her pictures. This padding is heavy," Kaana exasperated. There was a group of three seamstresses placing the padding down, tying down knots, fitting the outer kimono and placing pins in.
Saya and Hitomi were sitting away from the commotion, Kenji sitting next to his mother while she held Daichi, who was babbling away.
"I still can't believe you managed to convince Garou to have a wedding, at all. Let alone a Shinto wedding," Saya wondered, "How'd you manage to do that?"
"I actually didn't have to persuade him. We talked about why we felt the way we did, that's all," Kaana smiled, "We came to a compromise after."
"So, how's Genos taking this whole thing?" Saya turned to Hitomi.
Hitomi sighed, "He nearly blew a fuse when I told him we were invited to the wedding. He still thinks that Garou is dangerous, but that's simply not true."
"That's why he accepted my invitation in the first place?" Kaana just kind of blinked at the blonde scientist, "To make sure you're safe?"
"Well, yeah, those two practically hate each other. With the exception of your family, Garou still has a disdain for heroes," Hitomi explained, "Granted, Garou just ignores Genos, but Genos has a tendency to make a show of things, which can be embarrassing. But don't worry, I'll make sure he's on a leash."
The three women laughed, Kaana tried her best to stay still.
"By the way, where's Saitama?" Hitomi asked Saya, just remembering that the bald hero wasn't with them.
"Oh, he's with Bang and Garou, but I doubt he's enjoying himself," Saya replied honestly.
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Saitama was with them. He was sitting in a vacant chair, arms crossed, foot pushing the seat at an incline while he snored away. Mouth open and a sleep bubble pulsating with every breath.
Garou had stepped out of the changing room, his newly tailored kimono in a covering on a hanger, "Thank fuck, that's over with," he muttered. While going to find the two that tagged along with him, Bang had suddenly approached him.
"All set? We have to pick up wedding bands, next," Bang's told him, making the Martial Artist's shoulders slump in response. The torture wasn't over, yet.
The two Masters then looked at the hero sleeping in the chair without a worry in the world. Garou wasn't in the mood to stay in this place any longer, so he took it upon himself to burst the man's bubble.
"Wake up!" Garou barked, a vein popping in annoyance. Saitama's bubble popped as he woke up, nearly falling backward in the chair before setting himself on both of his feet. Standing up, he stretched his limbs, yawning loudly and obviously not bothered by Garou's sour mood, "We done here?" he drew out as he yawned.
Garou just scoffed and turned to leave the store.
"He seems tense," Saitama observed. Bang gave a tired nod, "Garou is not used to partaking in social customs. This is a big adjustment for him, so he's a bit stressed."
Bang said nothing more as he implored Saitama to follow him out of the store to catch up with the Groom-to-be. Garou was waiting just outside the store, actually, albeit impatiently for the other two. He'd go to the other store, himself, but he had no clue where it was.
Garou saw the two immerge from the front doors, "Took you long enough. Can we hurry this up?" he frowned.
"Patience, boy. This is the last stop for the day, but we need you to pick out the ring sizes. Have you spoken to Kaana about a certain style for the rings?" Bang inquired as he started to lead the group.
Garou grumbled as he recalled the discussion, "She said, 'Surprise me'," Garou threw a hand up in exasperation, "Whatever the fuck that means."
Bang had his own opinion about that statement, but held his tongue. It seemed that Garou was going to need help on this one. No doubt, if left to his own devices, Garou would be tearing everybody's heads off at the stores.
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