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“My best friend is a man, and you have no friends, so I guess I get to choose both positions…” Rin levels a Kubrick Stare on her man where he sits beside her on their balcony, levelling the violent look lest he suggest one of his many former girlfriends as her maid of honour. She's not being mean about his social situation, he genuinely has no friends, unless you count her and the cat. Highly remarkable, considering there's no one more introverted and weird than her.
Sojiro blows smoke at a nervous moth as it attempts to woo a lantern hanging from one of the roof posts. “Maid of honour has got to be Futaba.”
“She'd hate that.”
“And love it.”
“Yeah, but I want my one shot to be elegant. I love ‘Taba, but she's like a giant squid in a China shop.”
“And Sakamoto-kun’s elegant, is he?”
“No.”
A man who never thought he would be in this situation of talking with his bride-to-be about wedding arrangements, almost chokes on smoke. “Hahaha, I'll never get tired of your refusal to play the game, Rinnie. Fine, do what you want. You do have the best aesthetic sense of anyone I know.”
“I have the best sense of anyone you know, baby.”
Now it is impossible that Ryuji should not agree to be Rin's best man, but still she makes an enormous song and dance of asking hm, in obedience to the dramatic heart beating away inside her chest. Accordingly, through ways and means unknown, she acquires the best pair of running shoes available (and not yet on the market) and places a plush envelope in each shoe, before taking him out to eat at his favourite ramen place.
“This is soooo goooood! Sooo gooood! Gobble gobble gobb-” the young man almost plunges his face into his steaming bowl while he eats. Rin waits, then waits some more, eating her own meal carefully. Eventually, however, she can wait no more.
“Here.” she slaps the shoes down on the counter, sans box.
“...Woah, dude! what the freaking heck are THESE??!!! No way, you didn't -”
Rin goes over her second master plan while he exclaims over the trainers, her eyes fixed on the ramen chef. The man sweats, smiles shyly, and waves. Hmm, asking Ann to be her maid of honour is going to involve a tonne of crepes.
An envelope falls out of a shoe, forcing Ryuji to open it due to the fact that he's never received a luxurious envelope with a shoe purchase before.
‘Open the other envelope’ it says, in sophisticated calligraphy.
Ryuji obeys it, still flushed with pleasure, but also suspicious of his mysterious friend.
‘Will you be my Best Man, man?’ asks the thick pearlescent card contained within the second envelope.
“No WAY! No shit I'll be your best man!...For what?”