𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜|| 𝔪. 𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔲

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦 || 00

"You may now kiss the bride." The feeling of euphoria and the sound of clapping made you melt. Here you were marrying your enemy like some Wattpad shit. Your soon-to-be husband leaned down and kissed you once more before whispering an I love you.

Just six years ago you wanted him dead but now you wanted nothing more than to grow old with him. The crowd erupted into cheers of glee as the priest officially declared you husband and wife. You looked up at him and he looked down at you, a sneaky grin forming on his face. He quickly swept you up off your feet and carried you bridal style down the aisle towards the reception hall.

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The reception was perfect, you smashed Atsumu's face into the cake as planned and he did the same to you making you both a giggling mess. You cleaned each other's faces before sitting down and drinking champagne as your maiden of honor and Atsumu's best man spoke. They both spoke good things about our weird confessions and embarrassing first date.

You cried as your mother spoke about your childhood, many emotions were being shown that night. You ended the day slow dancing with Atsumu, your limo had finally arrived to take you to your honeymoon spot. But before you left you threw your bouquet. Only for Bokuto to catch it and look at his boyfriend, Akaashi, before giving him a quick kiss. 

The two of you got into the limo and began laughing. You and Atsumu reminisced about high school, you slowly drifted off into a deep sleep. As you laid there asleep in your husband's arms, you began to think back to where it all started.

In the school gym, on a Friday afternoon, over a water bottle.