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Fuyumi paced: back and forth, back and forth, back and forth again. White lace trailed her everywhere she went, the heels of her shoes digging into the plush carpeting of the room. She desperately wanted to bite her nails but couldn’t see herself ruining the first manicure she’d ever gotten.
A knock came from the door. “Fuyumi?” Shoto’s voice came from the other side. “Are you ready?” She rushed to the door, unlocking it to pull him inside. Her youngest brother stopped, blinking twice as he took you in. “Wow.”
“Is he here?”
“Keigo? Of course, he’s here,” Shoto answered, confused by the question.
Fuyumi smiled despite herself, relief washing over her -not that she had any doubts. “I meant father.”
Shoto’s face tightened. “Yes.”
“Oh.”
“Did you not want him here?”
“No,” she paused. “I mean no. I want him here. I just…”
“What do you want?”
She exhaled, hoping her nerves would dissipate with the breath. “Most little girls dream about their fathers walking them down the aisle,” she began, Shoto nodding. “I never had that. Our childhood was…”
“Complicated.”
She smiled. “That’s one word for it.”
“Do you want him to walk you down the aisle?”
Fuyumi bit her lip. “Would that be wrong?”
“It’s your wedding.”
“Does it send the wrong message?”
“He’s… changed.”
“But does that make up for everything?”
Shoto smiled. “Are you and Hawk’s planning on having kids?”
Fuyumi blushed, laughing at the direct question. “I-I don’t know,” she sputtered, embarrassed.
“Point is,” he reached out, holding his sister by the arms. “When your kids look back at the video and pictures do you want them to see their grandfather?”
She relaxed, pulling him in for a hug. “When did my little brother grow up so much?” she felt tears prick at her eyes.
“Somewhere between taking over the company and moving in with Ochako.”
Fuyumi looked up, careful to not smudge the bit of makeup she had on. “How’s she look?”
“Beautiful,” his smile reached his eyes in a way that warmed Fuyumi’s heart. “But you--” he took a step back. “Just, wow.”
“Yeah?” she blushed again. “Think he’ll like it?”
“If he doesn’t he’s a fool,” he leaned in, kissing her forehead. “Want me to go get him?” The him needed no explanation.
“Please?”
“I’ll be right back,” Shoto stepped toward the door. “You know Natsuo and I would be more than happy to walk you down the aisle as well.”
“I know,” she smiled. “But don’t you think this would make mother happy too?”
“It will,” he flashed her a last smile before shutting the door.
Fuyumi dried her eyes, blowing her nose as daintily as she could before she began to pace again. “Fuyumi?” a much more terse knock came from the door. Inhaling deeply she went and answered it, coming face-to-chest with her father.
The look of apprehension on his face softened upon seeing her, his mouth opening and slamming shut repeatedly. He cleared his throat. “Shoto said you wanted to see me?”
“Yes,” she steeled her nerves. “I was hoping… I was wondering if you might… might walk me down the aisle?”
Enji blinked, surprise catching him. “You want me to walk you down the aisle?”
“Yes.”
“Not Natsuo?”
“No.”
“Or Shoto?”
“It’s tradition,” she found herself saying, tears welling again at the fear of his rejection.
“I just wouldn’t think you would want me to, uh…”
“I do.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Enji’s face softened once more before he caught himself. “Very well.”
Fuyumi hurried to grab her bouquet, linking her arm through her fathers as they approached the annex of the church. Her bridesmaids waited patiently with the groomsmen, a mixture of her and Keigo’s friends.
“Are you sure you want to marry a giant chicken?” Enji asked just loud enough for her to hear as the precession music began.
Fuyumi laughed, her anxiety settling. “Yes.”
“He’s not good enough for you, you know.” She looked up to her father, who’s eyes were set dead ahead. “No one is.”
Tipping up on her toes she kissed him on the cheek as her third bridesmaid made it to the end of the aisle where she could see an anxious Keigo waiting for her.
“It’s not too late,” Enji joked.
“He’s the one,” she said with absolute certainty, taking her first step down the aisle. Heads turned toward her, her mother standing to take a picture of the two despite the flurry of photographers rushing around.
By the time she reached the end she could feel her heart hammering out of her chest, her hands unbearably sweaty no matter how many times she tried to cool them. She and her father stopped abruptly, her turning to look up at the mountain of a man she had grown up hating but had never stopped loving.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered to her, tears threatening to ruin the image that was the former number one hero.
The simple moment wasn’t enough to erase history, but was a start at mending a family.
Handing her off to Keigo the two said their vows, the small intimate ceremony erupting with applause after they kissed. As she and her now-husband walked back up the aisle, friends and family tossing white feathers as they did, Keigo leaned in to kiss his bride once more. “Did he tell you about how he threatened me?” he asked with a smirk.
“What?”
“Yeah. After we announced the engagement. Came to me and threatened to tear my wings off if I ever hurt you.”
“Do you think he’s changing?”
“I think he’s trying,” Keigo smiled. “Now, Mrs. Takami,” he pulled her close, wrapping his wings around her. “I believe we have a party to get to.”
“We could stand to be a few minutes late,” she kissed him sweetly.
Keigo’s brow arched, “And ruin that dress?”
“I have a different dress for the reception,” Fuyumi stated, Keigo bending to swoop her up, launching into the air with a squeal of glee.