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It had been an accident, it had to be.
Watanuki was sure of it.
Himawari was a pure angel of kindness and sweetness; she wouldn't do something like throw her wedding bouquet directly in his face instead of the group of women who would actually like to catch the damn object.
Probably just the result of poor coordination, she was never a sports star in their school days from what he remembered, unlike the asshole who was next to him too busy gorging himself on the wedding snacks to stop the bouquet from hitting straight to the face the man he claimed to love (although Watanuki supposed it would be just as bad if Doumeki caught the damn thing).
He looked at Himawari, absolutely beautiful in her wedding dress and she smiled directly at him that perfect smile of hers and Watanuki was sure there was a certain air of apology in that, after all if she had intentionally thrown that at him she would have known what a stupid idea it was since it would certainly put certain ideas in the head of the idiot who had finally stopped eating. So it was just an accident, right?
“So does that mean we’re next?” Doumeki said.
“Shut up idiot” Watanuki said and didn’t let go of the bouquet for the rest of the wedding reception.