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Akaashi Keiji stood in the front of the same mirror his crush had stood before on the day of his wedding, dressed in a white suit with a dark blue tie that brought out his eyes. Golden cufflinks lined his wrists, a long swallow tail white coat adorning his body as a knock came on the door, Bokuto popping his head in followed by a tiny bundle with very familiar black hair in his arms, Akaashi turning to coo at his goddaughter as Bokuto grinned, “Hey hey hey look who’s getting married today?” Akaashi picked up Ayaka in his arms, the baby cooing as it was held in his arms, the groom giving the little girl a kiss on her forehead as her father slowly took her back from him.
He and Kuroo had Ayaka via surrogacy a year ago and with the baby now a few months old, the two men were having a little hard time trying to figure out how to change diapers and what not. Despite that, Kuroo had given up his job in the Volleyball Association just to be a full-time house husband and support his husband on the sidelines, giving Ayaka a childhood that many parents couldn’t give now given how busy they were with their work.
It took Osamu and Akaashi about half a year to organise their wedding and here they were. Akaashi never thought he would be getting married and now, he was finally able to marry the man who changed his life.
First, it took quite a bit of convincing for Atsumu to believe that they were actually getting married since he, in his words, thought that Osamu would die a withered old man. The twins had nearly knocked each other’s teeth out in the process, Akaashi and Sakusa barely able to keep them apart until they calmed down.
“Make sure that idiot is happy, ok?” Atsumu had growled, hereby giving his approval of their relationship.
Next was the in-laws. Surprisingly, the Miya parents were very chilled about them getting married, both of them celebrating their engagement with a party that involved the tiny village the twins called home in Hyogo. It took Akaashi everything in his power to stay sober that entire night with the festivities and make sure he didn’t look like an idiot, although Osamu ended up rattling his mouth a bit more than he would like as the day went on.
Akaashi had nearly died from embarrassment when his future father-in-law had asked who was the seme or uke in bed. Akaashi felt inclined not to tell him about their bed activities to save what dignity Osamu had left after drinking to the point of trying to do a strip dance on a tree in their backyard, the flustered fiancé trying to pull his fiancé off the tree before he broke a limb (and other parts that preferably should remain intact for his dignity).
The Akaashi family were a bit more sombre about the event. Akaashi had told them about his sexuality years ago but they never did say whether they had approved of it. so when he brought Osamu home to introduce him to them along with matching rings on their fingers, it had all but raised suspicion with the elderly couple as the two men sat in front of them. akaashi thought he would die from sweating while Osamu spoke with his parents, bowing his head low as he asked for their permission to marry their son.
Mr Akaashi had merely turned to look at his son in the eye, bearing the same solemn face that Akaashi had always worn. He thought people were already scared of him given his usual poker face; his father’s rivalled his with how his emotions never leaked out from behind that mask.
“Are you happy with him, Keiji?” was all he asked as Akaashi nodded.
“Then you have our blessing. Osamu-kun, welcome to our family.” Akaashi had all but teared up as he bowed low to his parents, his mother finally sniffing into a handkerchief as Mr Akaashi stood up to embrace his new son-in-law.
“Hey, Akaashi,” Bokuto spoke up as Akaashi shook his head out of the clouds, turning to see the man standing before him, now a proud father smiling as he reached out to give him a one-arm embrace.
“I’m so proud of you, Keiji. I thought you would never be able to find happiness after I got married. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings in the past and I know no amount of apologising could mend it. I’m such an idiot for not realising your feelings earlier but if it makes things better, Mya-sam deserves you more than I do,” Bokuto whispers as he gave Akaashi a peck on the cheek. The former setter blushed as his ex-crush steps back, Ayaka squinting between the two men in curiosity as Akaashi smiled, “Thank you Bokuto-san, for everything you’ve been to me.”
At that moment, Akaashi finally felt the door to his first love close shut for good, the key finally safe in his pocket as he turned towards a new door. He slowly removes a key from his pocket and opens the door, a single figure standing on the other side of it in the form of Miya Osamu, radiant in his black suit as he reaches out for Akaashi to take.
The door opens to reveal Kuroo, who seemed to be flustered at where his child went when Ayaka begins to cry for her papa. Kuroo, well, Bokuto Tetsurou now, scoops the little creature into his arms, shushing her gently as he hisses to Bokuto to get the groom ready, Bokuto turning to give Akaashi a thumbs up as his own father steps into the room, dressed in the same clothes as Akaashi as he holds up an arm to his son.
Slowly, Akaashi takes his arm and allows himself to be led down the aisle. The air was fresh with the smell of flowers and happiness, sunlight pouring from the stained glass up front as the angels smiled down on them. Hinata walked up front as the ring bearer, proud to be able to send another of his adopted father’s off as Yukie and Kaori scattered rose petals onto the ground, Konoha playing the organ as Osamu looked on with pride at the front. Sakusa and Atsumu stood by his side, Atsumu giving him a fox-like grin as Sakusa pinched his butt to make him yelp, Osamu rolling his eyes as he finally took Akaashi’s hand.
The rest of the ceremony went by in a blurr, Akaashi only able to focus on the man in front of him as he prays that he would finally be able to become one with him. the priest spoke of love and union between two lovers, finally reaching the part Akaashi had been longing for so long as he recites his part.
“Osamu, you have been part of my life when I was in the darkest of times. I lost my job, I had a broken heart and I didn’t know what I was going to do. Then you offered me a job to stay with you and work in Onigiri Miya, which has been the best place to work in since I get to eat all the time.” A chorus of laughter echoed in the room as Osamu grins, Akaashi blushing as he stumbles, “I can’t think of a life without you Osamu and with this ring, entreat me not to leave thee, or return from following after thee. For whither thou goes, I will go. and where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die,” a single tear fell from Akaashi’s face as he continued, “and there I will be buried. If aught but death part thee and me. I love you, Miya Osamu.”
Osamu let out a tiny hiccup to disguise his sob as Akaashi slipped the ring onto his finger, his hand trembling as he picked up Akaashi’s ring and held it before his eyes.
“Keiji, when I first met you, it was on the court in nationals. At the time, I thought you were the most beautiful creature I ever met. You were like an angel thrown out of heaven onto the earth, blessing me with your beautiful face. Then I got to know you as a person and seeing how happy you always were eating my onigiri and listening to my sappy singing and whining made me realise that you were the person I wanted to be with. You make me happy dancing the night away to Taylor Swift or just watching bad movies on Netflix. You make me so proud, Keiji and I promise you, with this ring, entreat me not to leave thee, or return from following after thee. For whither thou goes, I will go. and where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die and there I will be buried. If aught but death part thee and me. I love you, Akaashi Keiji.’ He slips the ring onto Akaashi’s finger, Akaashi trying his best not to cry as the priest asks, “If anyone wants to reject this union, say nay.” No one utters a word as the man smiles, raising his hands into the air as he booms.
“Then with the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you married. You may kiss the groom.” Osamu didn’t wait any further to grab Akaashi and pull him against him, crashing his lips against his as they kissed. The crowd went wild as they held onto each other, petals raining above their heads as their friends and family celebrated.
At that moment, Akaashi Keiji had never felt more complete in his entire life.
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“I am here with Miya Keiji, the author of the famous TV drama and soon to be turned into an anime series, The Domestic Life of An Editor and his Onigiri husband today at NHK studios. Thank you for coming here today,” the reporter smiles as Keiji bows his head low, “Thank you for bringing me onto this show.”
“Your book has been the best selling book ever since it hit charts a year ago. Fans have described it as a book that transcends expectations between the love of two men, brought together by circumstances that people struggle with today. Many relate to them with the current economic crisis and the hardships of trying to find a job or a good spouse. I myself felt the pain of the main character, Rin finding himself out of a job only to be employed by the dashing Sousuke in the form of a contract marriage. What gave you the idea to this story?”
“It remains a secret but I can say it remains something very personal to me.”
“What made you into the current icon you are today? I heard you used to be a manga editor? What happened that made you become a writer?”
“I always wanted to become a writer. Seeing how much books played a part in my life and brought so much happiness to the world around made me want to create a story of my own to share and inspire others.”
“How do you find your book being made into an anime?”
“My husband is very much excited about the prospect of voicing one of the characters in the show,” Keiji chuckles, his golden band flashing on his finger as the reporter smiles.
“Last question. What is your inspiration to doing well in life and writing?”
“Love. A certain man came into my life when I had nothing and thought me new meaning in life. Without his support and love, I could never be where I am today, and I am grateful for that.”
“Thank you for coming in today, Miya-san! I’m sure your husband will be very pleased to see the anime come to life.” Keiji smiles as he bows to the reporter, taking some time to sign some autographs for some of the staff before making his way out of the building to look up at the sun blazing above his head, painting the world a bright hue as he lifts his hand to cover his face.
After searching for so long, he was finally the protagonist to his own story.