Koutarou was uncomfortable, to say the least.
His shirt was itchy, his shoes were tight, his blazer was hot- but Keiji insisted that this is what people wear to weddings, and he would do anything to make Keiji happy. Even if it meant suffering hours of this unbearable getup that was far from what fit his personality.
His fiance contended that it was inappropriate to wear tennis shoes to your own wedding ceremony, and, though Koutarou didn't understand, he did as he was told. Of course, he received compliments from the people who could see him now, but he was sure he looked like an idiot. A preppy idiot.
Keiji, on the other hand, was more stressed about time and guests than how uncomfortable his clothes were (though, he had to admit, they were somewhat unbearable to wear). Even if he was already legally married, an actual wedding made it feel so.... official. Though he didn't show it much, he wanted today to be amazing, mostly for his soon-to-be husband.
"Bokuto! Time to go," Kuroo called, whisking the man out the door. "You're gonna be late to your own wedding, man!"
"We're already here! I wouldn't even be in here if you guys weren't so critical!"
"Yeah, yeah," he laughed, following his friend out to stand around awkwardly while Koutarou greeted guests.
Keiji had actually insisted that Koutarou waited until after the ceremony to talk to people, to make things easier and prevent someone from having to hunt him down, but he argued that it was polite. He didn't want to fight, so he allowed Koutarou to do what he wanted. It was their wedding, after all.
"Bokuto!" Kenma hissed, pulling the man away from the crowd of people. "You're supposed to be back there right now."
"But it's so stuffy back there, and my family is here!" he whined.
"Your family will still be here after, I promise. You'll only be back here for a few minutes, anyway."
Koutarou followed Kenma through the crowd to where Keiji and their attendants were.
Walking down the aisle was less nerve wracking than Keiji had made it out to be, Bokuto thought. Maybe it helped that his mom was with him. He was used to having all eyes on him, though, so maybe it was different for Keiji.
Watching Keiji walk down the aisle was about as magical as movies made it out to be. He beamed proudly at his lover as he walked with his parents, whispering things to them that no one else could hear, and fought the urge to bounce with excitement.
That was about as magical as it got until they kissed. Koutarou stood across from Keiji while their officiant droned on and on about love and death and taking care of each other and whatnot. At some point, he mouthed something along the lines of "is it supposed to be this long?" and Keiji just rolled his eyes and smiled.
When they finally kissed, Keiji first only leaned forward a bit before practically throwing himself on his husband, wrapping his arms around the mans neck and smiling into the kiss. It was long and sweet and sloppy and Koutarou wished it would last forever. Even with the large amount of people watching and cheering and clapping. Especially with Kuroo crying and swearing it was allergies when Kenma laughed and took a picture.
"You're married!" one of Keiji's moms exclaimed as she embraced both of them, not bothering to wipe away the tears that threatened to fall.
"We're married!" Kou laughed, moving to kiss Keiji once more while Keiji's other mom took a million pictures of them.
(Akaashi has two moms because I said so, its my fic)
Everything suddenly felt so real now. They were truly married, and now everyone knew.
"I love you," Keiji mumbled into their short-lived kiss.
Koutarou pulled back, grinning almost smugly in that charming way of his.
"I know."
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bokuaka one shots
Fanfiction"but when he loves me i feel like i'm floating when he calls me pretty i feel like somebody even when we fade eventually to nothing you will always be my favorite form of loving" ♡ I'll remember to publish something one day some one shots because...
