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“Suga-san, it’s okay, we really didn’t want something big, we should just—”
Yamaguchi and Tsukishima were sitting next to each other on the couch in Suga’s and Daichi’s apartment. Suga was going through wedding magazines while Daichi watched with a wince on his face. Suga looked up with a grin. “Nonsense! Getting married to Daichi was the happiest day of my life. Surrounded by all of our friends, our family, and everyone is having fun. Being by Daichi’s side the entire time, and promising to do so for the rest of my life.” Suga turned to Daichi and beamed happily at him. “I just want that for you both!”
At this, Daichi turned a bright pink and Yamaguchi’s worried features softened slightly. “We just don’t want all the worry of planning it all out! Plus, I despise fancy clothing, and Kei doesn’t like crowds—”
“I’ll handle everything. And we’ll keep it casual, drinks, maybe some cake, we don’t need the whole ‘suit and tie’ spiel.”
“We wouldn’t dream of making you plan it, we know how stressed you were before your wedding, Suga, and besides, we don’t need a party, right?” Yamaguchi turned to Tsukishima, who nodded.
“Nonsense! You deserve to have a sort of celebration. All you two need to do is let me know of the guest list, and a couple of other small details—” The doorbell rang. “Oh, Daichi, could you get that?” Daichi nodded and stood. “Thank you, dear.”
“Suga, we really don’t need anything at all! Yes, getting together with the old Karasuno team would be nice, but we don’t need it to be for us!”
“We don’t need a get-together at all. Ow!” Tsukishima exclaimed as Yamaguchi elbowed him sharply. Daichi made his way into the hall, shaking his head.
“Daichi-san!” Hinata cheered when the apartment door swung open, Daichi standing there, looking tired.
“Hey, Hinata,” he greeted, opening the door wider. “Yachi, Kageyama.”
“Hey, Captain,” Kageyama nodded politely at him.
“Captain!” Hinata shouted, grinning wide.
“Hi, how’ve you all been?” He asked, fistbumping the three with a smile on his face.
“Hiya, Captain. Missed you!” Yachi said happily, going up on her toes to wrap her arms around Daichi in a quick hug.
“Yachi,” Daichi beamed, hugging her back. “Suga and Tsukishima and Yamaguchi are in the living room.”
Hinata had already bounced into the room. “Suga-san!” Hinata shouted with a wide grin.
“Hey, Hinata!” Suga chirped back, nudging Tsukishima, who sat on the couch next to Yamaguchi, looking exasperated. He looked up at Hinata’s shout and grimaced.
“Dear God, no,” he groaned at the sight of Hinata and Kageyama.
“Kei, be nice - hi, ‘Toka-chan!” Yamaguchi waved happily to the tiny blonde-haired girl who bounced into the room after Akaashi.
“Oh! Hi, Yama!” Yachi said, surprised. “What’re you doing here?”
“Oh, we were meeting up with Daichi-san and Suga-san when—”
“We were dragged here against our will,” grumbled Tsukishima, who was promptly whacked on the head by Yamaguchi.
Suga scowled. “You wouldn’t be dragged here if you had actually told us—”
“It was very small. Just my parents, Kei’s mom, and Akiteru,” Yamaguchi insisted. “We didn’t want anything big.”
“Suga, let’s not go all out with this.” Daichi sat on the floor next to his husband. “Keep it small if anything. Casual. Intimate. Let’s not invite all of Miyagi.”
“Of course not, I just wanted to get some of the old volleyball friends to meet up, and they can invite whoever else they want.”
“Oh, no, just volleyball people are fine! Just fine!” Yamaguchi said quickly. Tsukishima nodded vigorously, clutching his forehead.
Kageyama, whose gaze had been bouncing from person to person as the conversation went on, interrupted. “Wait, what’re we talking about?”
“Yeah, what’s happening?” Hinata asked, looking to Suga.
What’s happening, Tsukishima? Yamaguchi?” Suga prompted.
Five pairs of eyes turned to the couch, where Tsukishima was rubbing his temples while Yamaguchi traced circles of comfort into his back. The freckled man looked up. “Sorry, what?”
“What’s going on, Yama?” Yachi asked, raising her eyebrows at her friend.
“Oh. Kei and I got married.”
Yachi let out a loud shriek and pounced on Yamaguchi, wrapping the green-haired boy into a hug. Hinata let out a loud stream of questions, plopping himself down on the armrest of the couch next to Tsukishima. Kageyama seemed torn between yelling at Hinata and yelling at Tsukishima and yelled at them both at once with incoherent shouts. Tsukishima groaned from the noise and leaned into Yamaguchi’s hand, who patted him soothingly, albeit with a small grin on his face, Yachi’s arms squashing him around his shoulders.
“Since when have you been married?” Yachi swatted at Yamaguchi’s shoulder. “How come you didn’t tell us?”
“Yeah, Suckyshima! Why?” Hinata jumped in.
“This is precisely the reason—” Tsukishima snapped before Yamaguchi squeezed his shoulder gently. “Sorry.”
“We didn’t want a big fuss,” Yamaguchi said sheepishly. “Sorry, we should have told you.”
“Onto why I asked you all to come here!” Suga clapped his hands together as if they were all back in high school again. “I wanted to organize something for Yamaguchi and Tsukishima. A party with some of the old group, to celebrate.”
“Sounds great, Suga-san,” Yachi beamed.
“I don’t have everyone’s numbers or emails, though, so let’s make a guest list, first.”
“Hang on, how many people are we inviting?” Yamaguchi cut in, looking worried.
“Just a few dozen people,” Suga reassured his kouhai with his signature grin.
Yamaguchi winced and turned to Tsukishima. His eyes were shut and he clutched Yamaguchi’s hand in a tight grip.
“Dashi. Please tell me that this is one awful, terrible dream,” he mumbled.
Yamaguchi pressed a kiss to Tsukishima’s hand and grimaced.
***
“Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi.” Daichi leaned against the doorframe, looking tired.
“Daichi! How’ve you been!” Bokuto boomed, punching him in the shoulder with a big grin on his face.
“Try to be quieter, Koutarou,” Akaashi gently touched Bokuto’s shoulder, simultaneously giving Daichi a polite nod.
“Sawamura,” Kuroo drawled. “Haven’t talked to you in ages, and all of a sudden, Chibi-chan here calls us out of the blue that you needed help.”
Daichi sighed. “Not me, but thanks for coming on such short notice.”
“Hm? Who needs help, then, Daichi?” Kuroo leaned against the wall with a smirk.
“Get in here already, Kuroo.” Daichi shoved the man into the apartment and promptly shut the door behind him. “Everyone’s in the kitchen. Don’t be loud. Tsukishima’s already pissed off.”
“Tsukishima? Why is Tsukishima here?” Kuroo asked, tilting his head as he strode into the room, Bokuto and Akaashi following close behind him.
The six were crammed in stools around the kitchen island bend over magazines, minus Tsukishima, whose eyes were closed, one hand rubbing his temples. He opened his eyes to glance at the people who entered the kitchen. He groaned and shut his eyes again. “Tadashi...there’s more of them.”
The group looked up. Hinata beamed. “Bokuto!” He shouted.
“Hey hey hey, Hinata!”
“Boke! You literally saw him a week ago at practice!” Kageyama swatted at Hinata’s shoulder.
“Eh? What are you all doing here?” Kuroo asked, sliding into another empty stool.
“Being tortured,” Tsukishima mumbled, leaning into Yamaguchi’s shoulder, his eyes still closed.
Whether Kuroo ignored him or couldn’t hear him, it wasn’t clear. “What’s all this?” He asked, noticing the magazines scattered all over the kitchen counter.
“Wedding?” Bokuto murmured, picking up the nearest one, which had a bride on the cover.
Akaashi narrowed his eyes slightly at the piles of catalogs. “These wedding magazines are from a year or so ago...are these yours, Suga-san?”
“Yes, but tell them!” Suga nudged Yamaguchi’s arm.
Yamaguchi flushed and wrapped his arm around Tsukishima’s shoulders as comfort for the loud noises that were soon to come. “Tsukki and I got married a month ago.
Bokuto’s jaw dropped and he shouted as Kuroo let out a loud noise of exclamation. “Congrats, Tsukki!” He let out a laugh. “Got Freckles to marry your salty ass, huh?”
Yamaguchi choked, slapping a hand onto his mouth to hide his grin as Tsukishima’s gaze snapped to look at him with a sharp glare. “His name is Tadashi,” Tsukishima growled. “And don’t call me that.”
“Tsukki! How come you didn’t tell us?” Bokuto shouted.
“Koutarou, what did I just say?” Akaashi reprimanded.
“Sorry, ‘Kaashi,” Bokuto said with a smile, noticeably quieter.
“I’m so done with explaining.” Tsukishima sank lower into his stool.
“We really didn’t want a big fuss,” Yamaguchi said sheepishly. “Just family.”
Akaashi nodded understandably, but Bokuto and Kuroo were already flipping through the magazines. “What’re all these for?”
“We’re planning a get-together with some of the old volleyball friends, to celebrate,” Suga explained. “And this would all be over sooner if someone cooperated. Do you want flowers?”
“No, no, no, no, no. I give up. Dashi, I’m leaving.” Tsukishima stood. “This is just going to give me more migraines and insomnia so all of you can do whatever you please.” And he left the kitchen.
Yamaguchi winced as the door slammed. “Sorry about that. I’m going to go, call me if you need anything.” Yamaguchi gathered up his sweater and stood.
“Bye, Yams!” Yachi called.
“Bye,” the others chorused.
Yamaguchi waved and smiled, backing out of the kitchen. A couple of seconds later, he entered the room again. “Make the cake a strawberry shortcake!” He called and shut the door behind him, a small grin on his face.