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“Alright, moment of truth, yellow or green?”
Emi held up two different suits, one bright green with darker green pinstripes, the other yellow decorated in orange polka dots. Hizashi hummed and tapped his chin, thinking carefully and looking his girlfriend up and down.
“Hmm,” he pursed his lips in thought when an idea came to mind. He smiled widely and pointed two fingers at them. Emi’s face lit up in understanding and she smiled too.
“What if we-“ he began.
“Got both?” she finished.
The two giggled. Hisashi took the yellow suit and she took the green. They were horrendous, tacky and bright. Normally he’d stick to something more casual, but she’d insisted that they be matching at the wedding. Since nobody was allowed to wear white, they went with the flashiest colors they could. Not to make the wedding all about them, just to make sure all eyes are on the brides. They weren’t about to dress in calmer clothes or that would get attention.
Emi whistled a tune and neatly set the suits down on the bench beside her boyfriend. She then skipped over to the rack of lovely ties and bow ties and started to sift through them. He watched her fondly, eagerly picking an array of blues and oranges. Seeing her happy made him happy, so maybe he was a bit of a sap. And speaking of sap…
“Nemuri said nothing sexy because ‘she’s got that covered’. Oh, and Rumi says hi from the other night.” Hizashi said. Emi turned around and bounced on the balls of her feet. She waved him off with her free hand and a mischievous look in her eyes.
“Nothing sexy? Then you can’t even go! They’ll have to escort you out!” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively and he laughed, it was a silly flirt but he liked it anyways. Her smile was infection; she didn’t even have to use her quirk to have him wheezing on the ground.
“Anyways! That’s fine, we won’t drag too much attention to ourselves. If it’s Nemuri, I doubt she’ll even wear a dress, much less a veil at this point. And Ru-Ru’s such a joy to be around, but I don’t think I could handle another ‘pre-wedding stress relieving arm wrestle’ again.” She winced and gently touched her bicep. Hizashi snickered into his hands.
“Shouta and Sekijiro are coming too, how much do you bet that they’ll leave as soon as the reception starts?” He half-joked and she snatched up the yellow suit.
“Mm, twenty yen!” She handed him the suit and winked cheekily. “Enough chit chat, go change! I’ll go after.” She grabbed his hand with her own suit tossed around her arm. He looked at the thing, it’s almost an eyesore, then again he lived with Emi-freakin’-Fukukado. Her entire wardrobe consisted of clothing identical to this, he was used to it though.
He walked into the the dressing room in a baggy t-shit and jeans stepped out in the snazzy yellow polka dot suit. Emi gasped, he blushed and rubbed the back of his neck shyly.
“It’s a little loose, but what do you- whoa!” She tackled him to the floor which naturally caught him by surprise. She buried her face in his shoulder and he snort-laughed, holding the the small of her back. Emi looked up at him with green eyes swimming with tears and happiness. That only made Hizashi laugh harder, cheeks pink as red as all hell.
“You look so good,” she cupped his face (squished his cheeks, but who cares?) and he did the same to her, goofily grinning. They shared a light, brief kiss, before she reminded herself that she had to change too. And seeing her get up and talk about how excited she was about the events to come, watching her tears that had been there a minute ago disappear set something off in Hizashi’s heart. He wanted to marry this woman, no matter the outrageous fashion choices she chose. She was his sunshine, and he was hers.