[TEAM TWO] Stand by your man
Future-fluff-fic, non-AU, Senga/Itano Tomomi, Tamamiya, Fujikita. 436 words.
[Sorta gen/Senga/Tomomi/Fujikita/Tamamiya~G~436 words]
"Stand still, you idiot," Nikaido says as he attempts to pin the bunch of flowers onto Senga's tuxedo, his nerves making his hands shake. Senga obliges but lets out a long wheeze that sounds like it's his last breath. Yokoo snorts, shaking his head as he claps them both on the shoulders once the flowers are pinned.
"Calm down, marriage isn't that scary, and besides, look, it worked for them," Yokoo points his head off in the direction of Tamamori and Miyata, who are sitting calmly on a couch, fingers intertwined as their matching gold bands shimmer in the bright lights of the dressing room. Senga visibly softens, his body relaxing at this scene.
"And to think none of this would have happened if I wouldn't have introduced you to Tomochin," Nikaido smirks and adjusts Senga's tie. Yokoo shakes his head in seeming disbelief.
"I still don't know how you got her when I just can't seem to keep a girlfriend," Yokoo mourns and Senga pats his shoulder as Nika snorts.
"Maybe because you keep girlfriends," Nika chuckles and Yokoo shrugs unabashedly. Tamamori and Miyata stand, moving towards the group gathered in front of the mirror.
"Are you ready to do this? We're happy for you," Miyata removes his hand from Tamamori's grip to ruffle Senga's hair dotingly. Senga grumbles but nods, his smile growing brighter with every bit of reassurance.
"I still think it's weird you're marrying a girl that played his girlfriend," Tamamori quietly says, which breaks everyone into laughter.
A soft cough echoes throughout the suddenly silent room as Fujigaya saunters into the room, his hair sticking straight up, followed closely by Kitayama whose hands rest in his pockets. They both sheepishly stare at the floor until Yokoo cracks up.
"When are you two going to make it official? You can't just keep hooking up and thinking no one notices," Tamamori says, poking Fujigaya who grumbles yet his face cracks into a smile. Kitayama blushes but smiles.
"I'll make sure Tomo throws the bouquet in your direction," Senga quips and nods at Fujigaya, who tackles him and puts him into a headlock.
The room dissolves into brief chaos as they push and shove, amid cries of Senga screeching that Tomo will kick his ass if his tuxedo gets dirty and Yokoo loudly accusing Fujigaya of trying to sneak off for another tryst.
A knock on the door with a throat clearing silences them all, and Senga's eyes widen as they tell them it's time to start.
"We're proud of you," Nikaido says softly.
And with six hands on his shoulder, Senga feels ready.
[Sorta gen/Senga/Tomomi/Fujikita/Tamamiya~G~436 words]
"Stand still, you idiot," Nikaido says as he attempts to pin the bunch of flowers onto Senga's tuxedo, his nerves making his hands shake. Senga obliges but lets out a long wheeze that sounds like it's his last breath. Yokoo snorts, shaking his head as he claps them both on the shoulders once the flowers are pinned.
"Calm down, marriage isn't that scary, and besides, look, it worked for them," Yokoo points his head off in the direction of Tamamori and Miyata, who are sitting calmly on a couch, fingers intertwined as their matching gold bands shimmer in the bright lights of the dressing room. Senga visibly softens, his body relaxing at this scene.
"And to think none of this would have happened if I wouldn't have introduced you to Tomochin," Nikaido smirks and adjusts Senga's tie. Yokoo shakes his head in seeming disbelief.
"I still don't know how you got her when I just can't seem to keep a girlfriend," Yokoo mourns and Senga pats his shoulder as Nika snorts.
"Maybe because you keep girlfriends," Nika chuckles and Yokoo shrugs unabashedly. Tamamori and Miyata stand, moving towards the group gathered in front of the mirror.
"Are you ready to do this? We're happy for you," Miyata removes his hand from Tamamori's grip to ruffle Senga's hair dotingly. Senga grumbles but nods, his smile growing brighter with every bit of reassurance.
"I still think it's weird you're marrying a girl that played his girlfriend," Tamamori quietly says, which breaks everyone into laughter.
A soft cough echoes throughout the suddenly silent room as Fujigaya saunters into the room, his hair sticking straight up, followed closely by Kitayama whose hands rest in his pockets. They both sheepishly stare at the floor until Yokoo cracks up.
"When are you two going to make it official? You can't just keep hooking up and thinking no one notices," Tamamori says, poking Fujigaya who grumbles yet his face cracks into a smile. Kitayama blushes but smiles.
"I'll make sure Tomo throws the bouquet in your direction," Senga quips and nods at Fujigaya, who tackles him and puts him into a headlock.
The room dissolves into brief chaos as they push and shove, amid cries of Senga screeching that Tomo will kick his ass if his tuxedo gets dirty and Yokoo loudly accusing Fujigaya of trying to sneak off for another tryst.
A knock on the door with a throat clearing silences them all, and Senga's eyes widen as they tell them it's time to start.
"We're proud of you," Nikaido says softly.
And with six hands on his shoulder, Senga feels ready.