4-7-2022

"tetsu-chan, did you get a confirmation for our flowers? i've been waiting for three days and it's agitating."

"i did, actually, they sent an email this morning."

"thank god," oikawa sighs as he flops down next to him on the couch. "i thought a small wedding meant no stress."

"wedding are always stressful," kuroo chuckles, pressing a kiss against his cheek. "just another week, and it'll be over with."

"i'll just be glad once i walk down the fucking aisle," oikawa grumbles, "i thought this was about us, not the hue of candles."

"well, my dear, candles are an important aspect of life," kuroo smiles. "don't stress it. that planner wants to make it not just a 'wedding day', but the best day of our lives. small things like that are important in their own way."

"you're right," oikawa sighs, "i just wish everyone could chill about it."

"one more week, babe."

5-8-2022

"dude, tomorrow i'm getting married," kuroo says, taking a sip of his beer, "fucking married. fuck, i love this. i love him. i love everything. life is great."

"bro, you're definitely drunk," bokuto laughs, taking his drink away, "we don't want you to be hungover."

"you're right," kuroo grins, "i don't wanna fuck up my vows."

"ooh, care to spoil?"

"it's so sweet and cute your teeth will rot," kuroo tells him, running a hand through his messy hair, "but i think he'll love it. a lot of inside jokes."

"if soulmates do exist, you two are a perfect example," bokuto sighs contently, "if anyone were capable of supporting someone in a condition like that, it would be you, and you two fit like i've never seen any two things fit before."

6-8-2022

oikawa takes kuroo's breath away.

he's beautiful. no, beautiful is an understatement... he's magical, enchanting, gorgeous, anything in that direction. in a white suit, walking down the isle with his father, kuroo knows instantly that he's, yet again, he luckiest man in the universe.

and when he kisses oikawa and knows that this is just another step towards forever, all of their worries melt away.

their first dance is when they really get the chance to talk about it quietly, two hands clasped together, kuroo's spare on his lower back and oikawa's on his shoulder, pressed close together, oikawa's face gently nestling against kuroo's neck.

"i love you, tetsurou," he whispers as the two sway along to the music quietly, the rhythm nonexistent to them because fuck, kuroo has absolutely no sense of rhythm.

"i love you too," kuroo smiles, pressing a kiss against his hair. he can hear a few people cheer and laughs to himself. "i love you so, so much. more than anything."

"more than anything?"

"more than anything."

oikawa smiles contently as the song ends, and looks up at him. "i'm glad you threw your ball into my room years ago."

"that wasn't just a coincidence. it can't have been," kuroo chuckles. "we're so fucking fluffy, it hurts."

"oh, shut up," he laughs, "we should get going, bokuto's gonna get himself drunk off his ass, and i can see akaashi's not ready to deal with that."

"the man's not even his date and he's babysitting him," kuroo snorts, "poor terushima, he must feel left out."

"you go get your best friend, i'll enjoy myself." kuroo glances at him, his expression showing oikawa he's reluctant to let go.

"go on. i'll be fine," he smiles, and kuroo sighs deeply, letting go before he jogs over to bokuto, and oikawa sits down at his table, wondering what he did to deserve all of this.

7-8-2022

oikawa wakes up, tangled up in tanned limbs and crisp white bed sheets. kuroo's already awake, gently running his fingers through his brown hair.

oikawa opens his eyes. "hey there, husband."

"you're so cheesy."

"who's talking?"

"true," kuroo chuckles. "what do you want for breakfast?"

"cuddles," oikawa replies firmly, wrapping himself around the other's torso. "a honeymoon. dick."

"i can supply all three," kuroo laughs, "we should get up sometime though. it's not everyday you get to spend a week on an island paradise with your best friend and husband."

"island paradise?"

"yeah, we arrived yesterday evening," kuroo chuckles, "you slept for most."

"i did drink quite a lot," oikawa mumbles.

"of course you did," kuroo smirks sarcastically, pressing kisses against his neck, "anyway, am i getting my wedding sex?"

"after i get breakfast."

"fuck you."

13-8-2022

oikawa stands on the balcony above the water of their rental waterside house, wearing kuroo's loose blouse and underwear, the gentle ocean breeze surrounding him pleasantly.

kuroo walks up behind him, wrapping his arms around him.

"tomorrow we go back."

"tomorrow we enter the newlyweds phase," oikawa snorts.

"we entered that when we were twelve and i discovered anal."

"oh god, that was awful," oikawa groans. he turns around and looks up at kuroo. "please don't make me go through that again."

"i would never."