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Mira’s parents weren’t married.
Well, her mom - the one she talked to most - eventually married. And it was…
Different than most. A man, a woman, the rest of a team.
It made her mother happier. It made her mother seem to figure out being human, in a way that felt a little bit familiar, when she met Meita Ishiro.
But she was a different person. She didn’t give up, she didn’t stop. Love comes easy to her, and she knows it. Even for the wrong person.
…Aki and Norio needed her help, her support. And Aki was shining, and Norio was nice. So she liked to. To cheer for them, and follow them.
Is this following?
Chasshiro is here. He helps her get into the damn dress, and his hands tremble just a little.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry. His eyes tell her in the mirror.
I know. I know. I hate them. I love you. She replies. I got this.
I trust you, I know.
“It’s disgusting,” Mira says.
“Would you prefer a different dress?” Chasshiro asks.
Yes, but he knows that. It’s the first time she’s ever let herself be mad, say no. It’s how she met them, the men she loves, the team who is her new family.
She hikes her skirt up and sits down.
“We still have an hour to wait,” she says. She can’t let the grin touch her lips - Taiya or Sakito and Byoon D or Genba might not make it - in time or at all. They might not win.
They have an hour left to be caught, both of them.
“That’s a long time,” Chasshiro says. He doesn’t look at her. He sits next to her. “You looked better, in another dress.”
“Hmm,” Mira says. “I think I’ll look best in my BBG Manager suit.”
“You just don’t know when to quit, do you?”
“Never,” Mira says. The grin breaks through for a second. So does his.
He rubs his wrist as they both look down.
She screamed for hours when he said those words. She didn’t understand - Chasshiro is a spy, an info broker, a shady person who protects the team’s dream with his wit and his planning and his preparedness. She knew it was a trick - she thinks that she shouldn’t have said it out loud, her family will scold her if they ever learn. Her brother knows mind games, her stepfather knows spies.
So she never held it against Chasshiro. That he would do a thing like this.
But marriage - and to Spinder? It was stupid. It was—
Then it hit her. He needed—
She understood before Taiya stumbled out more words - that Chasshiro told him it was a plan, and the plan was to play dead.
Then she screamed again, just once, for her own idiocy.
And for theirs.
“I was so scared,” Mira says. “Or— was I? The last time I almost got married. No one was coming for me, my grandma died recently and she was the only one who ever… ever wanted me from the start. I had her dress, and… I could have ran. Or said no.”
“Doesn’t sound like much has changed.”
She looks at him, and she grins.
“I got something I wanted, this time.”
The BBG, people must think.
You, Chasshiro knows she means.
“I should go,” Chasshiro says. “I have work.”
“Good,” Mira says. “I never want to see that face of yours again.”
The one that’s only holding on by your hope.
The first one she kissed was Taiya - they were both forward people, but he pretty much melted into a puddle once things turned heated. She isn’t all that surprised by it, now, but she thinks it’s the first crack in his armor that she ever saw.
His grin was so much softer, and his moans had a soft whine to them. They moved quickly, of course. Neither had objections.
Then it was Jou, on a date he asked so formally about. He said he looked up polyamory. She hadn’t, she only knew it as “team”. He wanted to do it all right, and he was so cute, and she kissed him.
The first one to kiss her was Genba, and he was so smug about it afterwards - placing one of his precious lollipops (a fresh one, though she’s had a few “indirect kisses” since) directly into her mouth. She popped it out, and she pouted.
“A thank you gift,” he had said. “I feel like things have changed, since Taiya brought you home.”
“That makes me sound like a stray puppy,” Mira replied. “Are you his kitty, then?”
Genba paused, for only a moment. Mira chose to ignore it.
Chasshiro kissed her, too. She laughed. He blushed red, and she kissed back. He got so shy with relationships - he told her once that she was the only woman he ever expected anything to last with, and Mira tried not to laugh at the idea of him pursuing women to keep his cool image.
She failed.
She made sure to take her kiss from Sakito, though. He seemed to have decided her greatest assent in the team was charm, so she made sure to charm him.
Sitting at a bar with him - he had juice, she had actual alchohol, the overgrown kid that he is.
“You’re unstoppable, you know that?” He asked her.
“I know,” she said, and she meant it.
Before Chasshiro could leave, his “new boss” stepped in. He looked at her like a piece of meat. Chasshiro looked ready to step in the middle, but not as much as he really was. An old affectionate, noting more. Fear.
The fear was real.
Mira’s careful stubborn frown forms on her lips. A lot has changed in a year, and she can ask for a lot more now than to choose her own wedding dress.
“I hope you’re not planning something you’ll regret,” Mira says. “Spinder seems… possessive of his things.”
Chasshiro looks down and steps behind the man. She knows it’s a show. She wonders if—
“And you’re lucky he’s just like your…” the man’s lips curl in distaste. “Former team. He won’t mind you’ve been…”
“Watch your words,” Mira says. “Remember why I’m co-operating. It’s for my team, and only them.”
Technically true.
Tokoyari scoffs and points to Chasshiro.
“Even this one?” He asks. “I’ll admit it, he’s useful.”
Mira looks at Chasshiro, sharply.
Work. Falling. Dark. Familiar. Pretend. Okay.
“Get out,” she growls, at both of them.
One day, she’ll be in a space chapel, or a space meadow, or wherever they choose and most likely a race track - in her grandmother’s wedding dress, with her champion jacket over it.
They’ll invite everyone they know, and have way too much food, and there will be five kisses for the bride, and they’ll be hers, and she’ll be theirs.
They’re close, even now.
Even as she stands pretending.
Even as she walks to a surrender…
She knows she’ll catch a rainbow, instead.