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"Bro. You have to chill. You're gonna wear holes through your shoes pacing like that."

With great effort, Koutarou stills his feet. But it doesn't make him feel more chill at /all./ The anxious anticipation just channels down into his hands instead. +

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Exes to lovers

I’ll never leave you again.

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Keiji cheeks tint a little “Shut up I didn’t have anything else and it was your wedding so I couldn’t just come wearing anything and I needed the disguise and-”

“You look lovely Keiji” He says, hugging him.

…

“When we marry I promise I’ll wear something better” a promise.

“I can’t wait”

/fin

on Keiji’s lips. Where he ends, where Keiji begins. They need to talk, but that’ll come later, right now they need this.

“I love you” he slowly separates to take in how lovely Keiji looks.

“I love you”

…

“Are you wearing your suit from graduation?”
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like he hasn’t already cried. Keiji laughs and it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.

“Let’s get out of here then, we can go to my apartment and cry there as much as we want”

Koutarou takes Keiji’s face in his palms and kisses him slow and deep, it’s so easy to forget about everything+

soul in there. With his whole world watching him like that, how could he ever feel unloved? The thought, the situation, everything feels so good he can’t help but laugh of giddiness. What a privilege it is to be loved by Akaashi Keiji.

“Keijiii stop, I can’t cry at my wedding” He says+

the love of his life go. “I’m sorry I did”

“I didn’t give you much of an option, I’m sorry if I ever make you believe I didn’t love you, I do, very much. Loving you is the best part of me Koutarou, I wouldn’t change it for anything” He looks into his eyes, no, beyond that, into the beautiful+

his eyes, his cheeks, his nose, the corner of his lips.

“I’m sorry I let it get this far” Keiji whispers.

“That doesn’t matter Keiji, we both made mistakes, what’s important is that you didn’t give up” He knows, if Keiji hadn’t been brave there, he would’ve ruined his life, letting+

it feels like everything is alright again, like home.

“Thank you for not giving up on us” a couple of tears fall from his eyes, wetting his cheeks. Keiji turns his waist around so they can be face to face, and then, he softly kisses each and every part of his face,+

so his arms encircle him, closing his eyes, letting the moment settle on his skin.

“Thank you” he whispers to the air, to a world where only the two of them exist. He means it, he means it with every part of his being. He can’t find it in himself to be angry or insecure or anything,+

and his chin positions on his shoulder. Bokuto feels himself get calmer, like being engulfed in love and happiness. He raises his head and throws his shirts, he can see him in the reflection of the mirror, Keiji’s eyes look into him, Bokuto takes Keiji's hands and holds them+

he doesn’t even see if anyone was already there. He doesn’t see him, but then, he feels a pair of cold hands that never felt truly cold, from behind, hands that feel like home, hands that he could recognize anywhere no matter how much time had passed.

Keiji's hands rest on both sides of his waist+

probably threatening him. He doesn’t care. His former fiancé is speaking to her friends, his friends are laughing, and he smiles genuinely for the first time that day. He rushes to the house to get changed as quickly as he can, getting out of his shirt so fast+

but Koutarou needs to find him now. He runs until he is in the middle of the aisle and, well... He should say something shouldn’t he?

“Umm wedding’s off, thank you for coming”

That’ll do it.

Just like that Bokuto feels finally, truly free. His father is screaming at everyone,+

but now, he feels in the right direction again, with the impulse to run, but not escape, towards.

“Thank you” he exhales a sigh he wasn’t aware he was holding.

He turns and turns looking for Keiji but he can’t find him anymore, he reasons he needed to run so he wouldn’t be reached by the security+

to marry you.” She takes a pause, making sure Bokuto is looking her in the eyes. “But I’m not going to ruin your happiness if you already have a person”

The final piece of relief settles in. Several moments ago his body screamed at him to run, to change whatever he was being sentenced to,+

Bokuto can’t answer with nothing but the truth.

“I do, I love him more than anything” It feels so good saying it, he could say it over and over again forever.

“You know,” She starts, taking his hands in hers.

”I don’t really care about love in a marriage, I don’t mind, that’s why I accepted+

he wants to scream and shut up and he just wishes Keiji was by his side so he could show her that Keiji is… he is-.

“I- I want-“

“Do you love him, Bokuto?” Her calm and clear tone eases Bokuto's anxieties, there is no judgment in her voice, only genuine curiosity.+

it wouldn’t be fair to just leave her there, and she deserves at least an explanation as to why Bokuto can’t marry her. He thinks.

“Um, I-” his voice wavers, it comes out between breaths and wow he thought he could talk but his emotions overwhelm him so much he can’t keep his voice steady,+

traces his lips and a small tear of happiness drips over his cheek. Then he feels a slight shake in his shoulder, he turns around and it’s his fiancé, right, as much as he wants to he can’t go running after Akaashi without saying anything, he can’t yet. She hasn’t done anything wrong,+

making his skin crawl with the need of having something, someone, Keiji holding him. Everything around him is muffled, voices from the guests and screams from his father, nothing of that matters, nothing is important. The only thing he can think of now is Akaashi Akaashi Akaashi. A genuine smile+

Bokuto can’t move, can’t speak, can’t breathe. He keeps looking directly down the now empty aisle where Akaashi was moments ago. A mixture of shock, admiration, relief and something he can only describe as pure love settles in his soul, relaxing every muscle in his body,+

I just-“ keep it together “I can’t stand the fact of you not being able to be free, like you have always been meant to. You are not someone who should be marrying anyone else but the one you love. And I- I hope that person, I hope I can- I love you”

+

…

saying this to you but I- I can’t let you do this. I know I hurt you and I pushed you away and caused this but, even- even if you don’t want me anymore” he’s beginning to tear up “I can’t let you get married, every moment you’ve gifted me have been the most beautiful experience of my existence and+

people like lazer points of snipers watching his every move…but Keiji has his eyes locked in the beautiful mesmerizing gold of Bokuto’s, conveying nothing but adoration, and how could Keiji feel scared when he has that gaze accompanying him? So he speaks.

“I know I’m the last person who should be+

the walls and ceiling of the church, in his head, and finally, in the priest that is up front, at the end of Keiji’s way “speak now or forever hold your peace”

“Koutarou!”

Everyone turns, some stand, gasping and whispering. Akaashi feels at the same time the piercing look of almost two hundred+

The least Keiji can do is this. He wants him, he wants them to be.

The words that Keiji have been thinking and re thinking in his mind since he sneaked in the church echo everywhere and suddenly Keiji feels a rush of determination, with one goal in mind as the words repeat in the echoes around+

the meaning around and convinced himself that they couldn’t happen. It was about time for him to get out of his head and his second guessing and go for what he wanted, for what both of them wanted. How much could Keiji overthink when Koutarou has demonstrated in a million forms that he loved him?+