[ every girl dreams of their wedding day, and mei is no exception. she's always been the girliest of girly girls, the youngest daughter to a rich family, and she's always been treated like a princess, let alone on her wedding day.
but there's one person that has always treated her like a princess, above and beyond that, and that's tadano itsuki.
mei had been resistant to him for a long time, taking him for granted--it took years for her to pull her head out of her ass, to stop chasing bad boys and jerks and people who weren't good for her and realize that her prince charming had been right in front of her all along. mei had cried on him on her bad days and thrown popcorn at his head during movies on her good ones, and over the years mei had fallen slowly for itsuki, until one day, she did say yes to him, and it brought them all the way to here.
to mei, in her white wedding dress, clinging to all her curves, itsuki in a suit, kissing her up at the altar. mei, giggling and shoving his face and being honest to god happy, where all their whittled edges finally locked together in a way that was unbreakable.
the whole day had been perfect, from start to finish, and with the dance coming up, it can really only get better. itsuki's cried enough for the both of them (mei won't dare ruin her makeup) and mei watches him walk up to her with tears in his eyes and rolls hers, but it's so impossibly fond as she stands up and takes his hand. ] Only if you stop crying.
[ she's smiling, soft and honest and real, and mei pulls him to her as they make it onto the empty dance floor. it's for them and them alone, mei the center of attention--and for once, she's ready to share it with itsuki. ]
[ Princess, as if Narumiya Mei wasn't a queen to him. There's no denying that she was on a pedestal, for a time, before Itsuki had gotten some sense to him and realized that she was actually very flawed, very real. A person, not an idea. Mei is spoiled and pampered and a bully, and her stubbornness has caused them to argue more than once since they first met. But there's no denying that he still bent over backwards for her, anyways, and loved her with all of his tender heart.
So while it'd been hard to stand by, he did it anyways. Because he wanted her to be happy.
Even if she was the only girl he'd ever loved, and she'd promptly laughed at him when he'd told her this as they first started dating - until she'd realized he was serious. Because, honestly, he was. Even when her makeup ran when she cried during the hard times, bringing her ice cream and cheesy movies without hesitation. Even when she dragged him from store to store, making use of him as a packmule, when she just wanted to get out of her own head for a little while.
Even when she pushes at his face when they stand on the altar, his smile beatific as he just reaches to take that delicate hand, kissing her knuckles. Her palm. Her fingertips.
He still wants to kiss her everywhere, even when she rolls her eyes at him. ]
I guess we're not dancing, then. [ It's... sort of a joke. Itsuki can't help it, he gets this wibbly wobbly feeling in his throat every time he looks at Mei in her wedding dress, heart skipping a beat and feet-off-the-ground floating included. Despite all their rough spots, the way that he'd been treated when they were younger, the way they frequently butt heads, he just honest to god loves her. He'll take every hard time head on if it means that he'll have Mei in his life.
He sniffs a little as she pulls him along, and into her. There isn't a bit of hesitation when he lifts his other hand, settling it against the curve of her waist, his head bowed close. ] I told you you're beautiful, right?
About a hundred times. [ mei does know she looks beautiful, thank you--several hours in the hair and makeup chair would assure that, several months stubbornly refusing to pick a dress until The Dress happened helped too. but... looking in her reflection when her mother came by earlier in the day, mei'd felt the unfamiliar wad of tears starting to rise up in her throat, too.
someone had said that she looked different--just one of her employees, on any random day, but it stuck with her, because she felt different. her time with itsuki felt like it was just... a long time coming. like it was where she belonged, a puzzle piece finally stuck in the right spot. itsuki makes her laugh twice as much as he makes her cry, makes her get flustered and emotional and annoyed and makes her feel alive, in a way that she'd never felt with anyone else. it's said when you get married, you should marry your best friend, and mei realizes that today, has realized it since they started dating.
because itsuki has always been her best friend. even when she thought he was an irritating only-good-for-being-a-packmule kohai and nothing else, mei had learned to get used to his presence. she's told him her secrets when she refused to tell anyone else, he's shoved gatorade down her throat when she hid while she was sick, he's held her during scary movies and driven in the passenger seat beside her while she zoomed halfway across town just to get away from her life for a little while. itsuki had always been there, and the idea of losing him was more terrifying than almost anything she could think of--and that's how she knew.
she'd always been the type to throw boys away when she got bored with them. itsuki--she never wanted to let him go.
she huffs, rolls her eyes when he makes the joke, but it can't really eliminate the glow that's been around her all day, either, and as they come close, mei rests her cheek against his chest and hides her tiny, private smile. ] I could hear it again, though.
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but there's one person that has always treated her like a princess, above and beyond that, and that's tadano itsuki.
mei had been resistant to him for a long time, taking him for granted--it took years for her to pull her head out of her ass, to stop chasing bad boys and jerks and people who weren't good for her and realize that her prince charming had been right in front of her all along. mei had cried on him on her bad days and thrown popcorn at his head during movies on her good ones, and over the years mei had fallen slowly for itsuki, until one day, she did say yes to him, and it brought them all the way to here.
to mei, in her white wedding dress, clinging to all her curves, itsuki in a suit, kissing her up at the altar. mei, giggling and shoving his face and being honest to god happy, where all their whittled edges finally locked together in a way that was unbreakable.
the whole day had been perfect, from start to finish, and with the dance coming up, it can really only get better. itsuki's cried enough for the both of them (mei won't dare ruin her makeup) and mei watches him walk up to her with tears in his eyes and rolls hers, but it's so impossibly fond as she stands up and takes his hand. ] Only if you stop crying.
[ she's smiling, soft and honest and real, and mei pulls him to her as they make it onto the empty dance floor. it's for them and them alone, mei the center of attention--and for once, she's ready to share it with itsuki. ]
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So while it'd been hard to stand by, he did it anyways. Because he wanted her to be happy.
Even if she was the only girl he'd ever loved, and she'd promptly laughed at him when he'd told her this as they first started dating - until she'd realized he was serious. Because, honestly, he was. Even when her makeup ran when she cried during the hard times, bringing her ice cream and cheesy movies without hesitation. Even when she dragged him from store to store, making use of him as a packmule, when she just wanted to get out of her own head for a little while.
Even when she pushes at his face when they stand on the altar, his smile beatific as he just reaches to take that delicate hand, kissing her knuckles. Her palm. Her fingertips.
He still wants to kiss her everywhere, even when she rolls her eyes at him. ]
I guess we're not dancing, then. [ It's... sort of a joke. Itsuki can't help it, he gets this wibbly wobbly feeling in his throat every time he looks at Mei in her wedding dress, heart skipping a beat and feet-off-the-ground floating included. Despite all their rough spots, the way that he'd been treated when they were younger, the way they frequently butt heads, he just honest to god loves her. He'll take every hard time head on if it means that he'll have Mei in his life.
He sniffs a little as she pulls him along, and into her. There isn't a bit of hesitation when he lifts his other hand, settling it against the curve of her waist, his head bowed close. ] I told you you're beautiful, right?
[ Only like a hundred times, Itsuki. ]
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someone had said that she looked different--just one of her employees, on any random day, but it stuck with her, because she felt different. her time with itsuki felt like it was just... a long time coming. like it was where she belonged, a puzzle piece finally stuck in the right spot. itsuki makes her laugh twice as much as he makes her cry, makes her get flustered and emotional and annoyed and makes her feel alive, in a way that she'd never felt with anyone else. it's said when you get married, you should marry your best friend, and mei realizes that today, has realized it since they started dating.
because itsuki has always been her best friend. even when she thought he was an irritating only-good-for-being-a-packmule kohai and nothing else, mei had learned to get used to his presence. she's told him her secrets when she refused to tell anyone else, he's shoved gatorade down her throat when she hid while she was sick, he's held her during scary movies and driven in the passenger seat beside her while she zoomed halfway across town just to get away from her life for a little while. itsuki had always been there, and the idea of losing him was more terrifying than almost anything she could think of--and that's how she knew.
she'd always been the type to throw boys away when she got bored with them. itsuki--she never wanted to let him go.
she huffs, rolls her eyes when he makes the joke, but it can't really eliminate the glow that's been around her all day, either, and as they come close, mei rests her cheek against his chest and hides her tiny, private smile. ] I could hear it again, though.