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Kyouka decided that there was nothing as bright as Denki's smile that one late August evening, with the smell of cotton candy and the sound of jangling carnival music in the air.
It was somewhere around six in the morning when Denki woke them up to go to Disneyland. When they had mentioned to him, some long time ago in high school while they were sitting in bed one late June afternoon, that they had never been there, he had shaken his head at the audacity. And now here they were.
Denki had persuaded them to buy the matching iconic Mickey Mouse headbands. "To remember this day by!" he exclaimed in the middle of the store. A few customers had glanced over at the pair, and Kyouka shushed him quickly, their face turning pink.
"Alright alright. If you lose yours I'm not buying a new one." He spluttered at the thought.
"You really think I'd lose it?"
"Yeah, you'll probably forget to take it off before going on a ride and it'll fall off."
Denki glanced down at them incredulously. He stuck out his little finger. “I pinkie promise I won't lose it!” He grinned at them, teasingly.
They punched him playfully on his arm. “Shut up.” They hooked their little finger with his and touched their thumbs together.
It was nine in the evening, and they were watching the fireworks.
Denki turned to Kyouka. “You like it?”
Kyouka’s eyes were wide with awe as they turned to him. “Are you kidding?”
“Maybe. Hey, turn around for a minute.”
Kyouka looked bewildered for a moment, but did as he said.
Denki pulled out the ring box from his pocket and sucked in a breath. He got down on one knee and looked up at Kyouka, who was still turned around. He felt his heartbeat accelerate.
“Okay, you can turn around now.”
They spun around. When they saw the ring in his hand and the smile on his face, they pressed both hands to their mouth. Their eyes widened.
“Jirou Kyouka, would you do the honor of being my spouse?” The people around them had quieted considerably, and were now staring at them. Some of them were even recording on their phones.
Tears began to stream down Kyouka’s face. They managed to take their hands away from their mouth, and through tears, they said, “Oh my god. Are you kidding me? YES!”
As people cheered, Kyouka grabbed Denki's wrist to pull him up for a kiss. They must have pulled too hard, and would have fallen over backwards if Denki had not wrapped his hand around their waist and pulled them into the perfect dip, their bodies flush with each other and their faces inches from each other. Kyouka felt their face turn cherry red, staring into his golden brown eyes.
He intertwined their fingers, and pressed his lips against theirs as a firework exploded in the sky.
Out of the thousands, perhaps millions of kisses that they had shared, this one had to have been the most magical. He tasted like cotton candy and soda and magic , and they felt a shock run through their spine.
They gripped his hand tighter.
They eventually resurfaced for air, and the people around them cheered and clapped again. Denki went around to exchange phone numbers from anyone who had been recording at that moment, and they promised him to send the videos. Kyouka was congratulated again and again, and the smile never left their face.
On the drive back home, Denki kept glancing over at Kyouka to see their face, and he would have nearly run through a stoplight if Kyouka hadn't warned them to “keep your eyes on the road you dumbass ”.
He grabbed their hand and interlocked their fingers. “But I’m your dumbass, aren't I?” He grinned wide.
They punched him on the shoulder with their free hand. “Shut up you sappy asshole.”
Denki chuckled, and let go of their hand to drive.
I can’t believe I’m actually getting married. High school Kyouka can you even believe this? They were standing in front of Denki, as the pastor read off the conditions of their marriage. Denki smiled that wide smile that always seemed to make their heart flutter, and their cheeks turned pink. They closed their eyes and took in a breath.
“Do you, Jirou Kyouka, take Kaminari Denki to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
Their eyes snapped open, and they smiled at the sheer formality of this procession, and replied, “I do.” They took the ring from the ring bearer’s pillow and slid it onto Denki’s finger.
“Do you, Kaminari Denki, take Jirou Kyouka to be your lawfully wedded spouse?”
Denki winked at them, and with the widest smile on his face, said, “I do.” He took the other ring and grabbed Kyouka’s hand so that he could slip on the ring.
“You may now kiss-” Before the pastor could finish his sentence, Denki wrapped his arm around Kyouka’s waist and brought them in so that his lips could meet theirs.
As people clapped and cheered once again, Kyouka closed their eyes and felt a thrill skip down their spine. They wrapped their arms around his neck and pulled themselves into the kiss.
Kyouka could feel Denki’s eyelashes fluttering against their skin as he also closed his eyes. Kyouka could taste the mint on his breath and the cotton candy of his lip balm.
When they broke apart, their faces were aglow with joy. Kyouka could hear a loud sobbing from Mina, sitting in the front row, and they turned to give her a smirk.
Kyouka decided that there was nothing as bright as Denki's smile that afternoon in early September, with the smell of flowers and the feeling of love in the air.