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“I’m going to marry Iwa-chan!”
A six-year-old Tooru bursts into the living room, holding a glass jar with something inside it. Catching the attention of his older sisters.
“Oh? How did this happen?”
“Iwa-chan gave me this bug so now I have to marry him!” Tooru proclaimed loudly shaking the glass jar with -what was now identified as- a bug
Tamiko, his older sister, raised her eyebrows in surprise, “So he proposed to you?”
“What’s that?”
“Did he ask you to marry him?” Tomoka, his oldest sister, provided.
Tooru shook his head, “No, but he gave this to me.” He started shaking the jar again, the poor bug probably having already died.
“Well, you’d have to plan a wedding first, Tooru.”
“Well what are we waiting for?” he exclaimed, before pausing and going, “if you guys want to help me.” He added slowly.
“Of course, we want to help! Right, Tomo-chan?”
“Duh, what kind of sisters would we be if we didn’t?”
“I want to wear the suit!” Tooru proclaimed, already starting to draw a dress onto the stick figure which had “Iwa-chan” written above it. “So Iwa-chan has to wear the pretty dress!”
His sisters laughed. “Tooru,” Tomoka said, “You can both wear tuxes if you want to.”
“Really? Then we’ll both wear tuxes!” He immediately began to draw what was supposed to be a tux over the “dress”.
“Oh, what’s this?” Oikawa’s mother walked into the room. Paper, glitter pens, drawings, and old pictures of her wedding were scattered across the floor.
“I’m going to marry Iwa-chan!” Tooru proclaimed once again. A bright smile was present on his face.
The woman’s face turned from amusement into a soft smile, “Really? And what does Iwaizumi-kun think of this?”
“Uhhh…” the two sisters replied in unison.
“It’s going to be a surprise!” Tooru replied. Not seeing the problem of his previous statement. “Mama do you want to be the wedding offi- wedding offishi-” Tooru stumbled.
“Wedding officiant?” His mom provided.
“Yes, the wed- that.” Little Tooru replied, pulling out his puppy dog eyes in a silent way to beg.
The mother sighed, knowing damn well what her son was trying to do. “But Tooru, dear, I’m not allowed to do that.”
Tooru looked on the verge of tears.
She replied quickly before this could escalate: “I’m sure we could find someone who could for your wedding okay?”
He immediately lit up, “Yes! Thank you, mama!” He stood up and ran to give his mom a hug.
“Oh, he’s truly the baby of the family,” Tomoka whispered to Tamiko, trying (and failing) not to be overheard by their mother.
Their mother smirked. “What was that, ladies? Come here.” She opened one arm to let them join the hug.
“Group hug!” Tooru exclaimed with glee, and the two girls ran up to them to join them.
Ten years later the same boy just finished up volleyball practice and he and his friends were dressing back into their normal clothes.
“Hey Iwaizumi?” Hanamaki asked when he finished dressing back into his normal clothes, a devious gleam in his eyes.
“What do you want, Makki?” Hajime replied, already tired from practice, plus the fact that he knew that Hanamaki was up to no good.
“Nothing, I just have a question.” When he was met with nothing but a sigh he continued.
“Fuck, marry, kill. Me, Issei, and Oikawa.” He grinned, knowing he pissed off the team’s ace.
Hajime glared at him. “Aren’t we a bit too old for this?”
“He clearly doesn’t want to answer ‘Hiro. ”Matsukawa joined in with Hanamaki’s teasing, “Maybe he’s got something to hide.”
Another glare that was met with two stares back made Hajime cave in. “Fine then, as you wish.” He started, and after a few moments of silence, he finally answered. “Marry Oikawa, Kill Hanamaki; because he asked me this question, and screw Matsun by process of elimination.”
Hanamaki gasped in mock shock. “Hajime, I thought we had something. How could you even think about killing me.” He put his hand over his forehead, dramatically fainting into Matsukawa. “Did you hear what he just said, Issei? I don’t think I’ll ever recover from this.”
Matsukawa did not look up at his friend and just continued dressing. “Yeah, I certainly heard, you wanna fuck me Iwaizumi? Take me to dinner first.” He winked, making Hajime only regret his decision to answer more and more.
“I would fuck you, Issei.”
“Thank you, ‘Hiro. I would fuck you too.”
“That’s absolutely disgusting, go get a room or something,” Tooru replied, finally contributing to the conversation.
“Oh shut up, Captain. Iwaizumi chose to marry you-” Hanamaki quipped back at Tooru when he realised, “Wait, actually, Iwaizumi, why did you choose to marry Oikawa?”
Iwaizumi was caught off guard and turned bright red. “I- I don’t know, I’ve known him the longest. It would only make sense if I chose him to be by my side forever, right?” Which proceeded to turn Tooru red as well.
Hanamaki and Matsukawa looked at each other with a look only they understood. They chuckled after seemingly having read each other's minds.
“What?” Hajime and Tooru asked at the same time, resulting in Hanamaki and Matsukawa beginning to laugh even harder.
“Nothing,” Matsukawa replied, being the first who could hold back his laughter long enough to actually answer their question.
Finally finished dressing, he and Hanamaki prepared to leave the dressing room still laughing. Leaving the two red-faced boys alone, wondering “What the fuck just happened?”
“Hey, Tooru?” Iwaizumi asked, pulling a scrapbook covered in glitter glues, stickers, and a lot of drawings that were clearly done by a 5-year-old. On the cover was written, 'Tooru’s wedding plans.'
“What's this?” He held it up to Oikawa, watching the glitter shimmer in the lights. Oikawa's eyes widened, a high-pitched shriek making its way out of his mouth. He quickly jumped at Hajime, trying to yank it out of his hands. Hajime swiftly switched the book to his other hands and stretched his arm as far as he could, keeping it out of Tooru's reach. Tooru leaned over him, trying to take the book back but to no avail. He pulls back and drops his head in defeat.
“Tooru’s wedding plans? I think, as your boyfriend, I have the right to read it, don't you think?” Hajime teased, “let’s see what we have here,” he said as he placed the book on the floor and flipped it open onto the first page.
Tooru watched anxiously as Hajime scanned over the page, after a too-long stretch of silence Toorus's heart sank,
"Look Haji I'm sorry I didn't mean to sca-"
"Tooru we can't realistically get a pony at our wedding"
Tooru blanches, staring at Hajime, mouth gaped like a fish,
"and this colour scheme would clash."
At that, Tooru regains consciousness, "Hajime you ass! you scared me! And that colour scheme is phenomenal"
Hajime looked at Tooru with a dead look in his eyes as to say really? Which was met with a look from Tooru that answered: Hell yeah it’s great, clearly your taste sucks. Causing Hajime to almost throw the book at Tooru’s head.
“But,” Hajime’s voice went soft, “you’ve wanted to marry me since we were, what, four?”
Tooru gasped in fake mock. “Four? Excuse me, Hajime. But, these are the skill of a six-year-old thank you very much.” Obviously not actually all that hurt.
“Tooru, we got together when we were sixteen. Does this mean you’ve liked me for ten years before that?”
Tooru went red. “Maybe… Maybe I even liked you for longer than that. I honestly can’t remember a time I wasn’t in love with you.”