Arranged marriage Part 03
The planning
Part 01 Part 02 Part 03 (here) Part 04
a/n: sorry I have been going for a bit, just had too much going on in general, anyways hope you enjoy this update
As much as you wanted to avoid being involved in anything with regards to the wedding (merely because you didn't really mind what was chosen), it was entirely impossible.
"I know you have work," Your mother hummed, hands smoothening out your hairs, despite her gentle touch, pins still dug into your scalp, "But so does he, probably more than you, still he showed up with Mitsuki yesterday."
Yesterday, the day dedicated to selecting the theme and decor for the wedding venue and the reception, you didn't think it'd matter, at the end of the day it was just another wedding, some shade of white with a bouquet of flowers would suffice.
"I'll have to take off from the hospital for the actual wedding, Amma." You grasped her wrist, partly to steady her fidgeting hands partly to stop the digging of the pins, "I moved here barely few months ago, I don't want to take too many days off."
She nodded her head, squeezing your hand before letting go, "Well I am glad you took today off, we have to select cake flavour today," Stepping back, she reached for the door, "Katsuki will be here to pick you at 10, be ready by then."
"Will be, Amma."
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It doesn't take long before you are being nudged out of your house, barely even given chance to look where you are stepping.
"Katsuki is here, sweetheart." Your mother chimed, shoving a folded handkerchief into your sweaty palm, "Mitsuki mentioned that he alr—"
Her voice is completely ignored, as your eyes find your soon-to-be husband, leaning against his car, clad in a light blue button up and work pants, for the first time you find yourself partly enamoured by his physical appearance.
The closer you stepped towards him, more prominent became his features, skin supple and soft, scars moisturized thoroughly, long lashes resting against his cheeks, broad shoulders, epitome of strength.
"—ready to go?" His voice barely reached you through your stupor, the ending of a sentence registering in your head.
"I—yeah." You stammered, nodding your head, looking over your shoulder at your mother standing by the door, when did you cover that much distance?
He nodded his head, stepping towards the passenger seat and opening the gate for you, wordlessly you slide inside, hoping to gather your thoughts before you spoke again.
You are hyper focused on your surroundings, the car door slamming shut, the engine revving, you move slowly through the neighborhood, before picking up speed on the main street.
"What flavour would you prefer?" Bakugou tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, swivelling the car onto a different lean with ease.
"Anything works for me." You hummed, vaguely trying to recall today's agenda, finalizing the cake flavour. "What's your favourite?"
"Not the biggest fan of sweets." He glanced at you for a fraction of second, eyes finding yours, "Ma told me you are incharge of cakes."
"That's... a lot of responsibility." Murmuring you slouched in your seat, fiddling with your bracelet, mentally going over possible flavours. "We could go for something simple."
He nodded his head, aware that you weren't even looking at him, "If that's what you like, then definitely." Car slowing as you reach your destination, "We have an entire day for this."
Turning the engine off, he unlocked the door and jogging towards the passenger side of the car, "Careful." He murmured, hand curling around the door frame above your head.
You followed him inside the bakery, nodding your head in acknowledgement to the staff.
"We always get sweets from this bakery." Bakugou pulled out a stool for you, hand hovering behind your back, helping you settle in, "They've prepared small batches of everything they've got."
Once you settled, he pulled the other stool closer and seating down, barely an inch of space between you both, "You don't have any allergies, do you?" He turned to look at you.
You shook your head, eyes meeting his momentarily, before you looked down, waiting for the staff to bring over the samples.
"Good afternoon," One of the bakers greeted, handing you a pamphlet of all the cake options along with detailed list of ingredients, "this is an overview, so you can consider dietary restrictions along with flavous."
She nodded her head to one of the other employee, silently communicating to her, before turning back to you, "You'll be served a platter with a slice of each cake," she pointed at the pamphlet, "After flavours have been decided we can go over the shape and size as well."
With that she turned to leave, the other employee came with a tray of cakes all ranging in colour and texture, each one in its own little plate.
Bakugou grabbed a spoon passing it to you, "Should we start?" He hummed, eyes seeking yours.
"Yeah.." You nodded your head, digging the spoon into pale yellow cake with fluffy frosting, before taking a bite.
He stared at your face, trying to analyse your reaction, smile slightly at the subtle scrunch of your nose, "Didn't like it?" He asked, voice low and soft, making sure the staff didn't here you both.
You set the spoon down, "It's coconut, I don't enjoy it." You feel a bit childish, expressing dislike for a fruit.
"No coconut then." He announced, taking the plate off the tray and placing it to the side, grabbing the second spoon and again holding it out to you, "Try next one."
"Wait, aren't you going to try that one?" You push at his wrist, nudging the spoon closer to him, it was his afterall, "What if you actually like it?"
"Don't like coconut either." He shrugged, placing the spoon into your grasp.
You took a spoon full of another cake, savouring the taste of champagne in the sponge, before reaching for second bite.
"That one is pink champagne," He read, eyes scanning the list of ingredients from the pamphlet, "Do you like it?"
You nodded you head, "You should try it, there is berry jam in it too."
You watch him contemplate for a minute before reaching for you hand, "They only gave 2 spoons and one is contaminated with coconut."
Despite the fact that he is fully capable of asking for another set you hand him yours, he takes a bite, humming slightly.
The task continued, one cake after another, before you knew it, you were having fun, fingers sticky with residual frosting, sweetness lingering in your mouth, crumbs sticking to your lips.
He grabbed the napkin stand from the side, depositing it beside your plate, he plucks one out, naturally reaching over to wipe the crumbs off of your face.
The action spurred a warm feeling in your chest.
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Rest of the afternoon was spend side by side, single spoon shared between you both as you finalized the cakes.
It's early evening, by the time he drove you back to the house, low music filling the air between you two.
"Did you enjoy today?" He asked, fingers tapping against the wheel.
"Yeah, I did." You glanced at him, feeling much more relaxed than you did earlier, the paper bag crinkling in your lap as you shifted, "I liked the bakery and the cakes even their cutlery was adorable."
He hummed, satisfied with your answer, "You didn't like one thing though." He teased, cheekily grinning as your brows furrowed in confusion, "That coconut cake."
"Oh." You huffed lightly, tilting your head as you cringe, "Now that you mentioned it, I feel like you actually wanted to try it."
"That's not what I said," He argued weakly, eyes focused on the road, when you don't respond he continued, "If I wanted I would have gotten it, you know."
"Sure, Dynamight." You muttered sarcastically, starting to get a little too comfortable already.
"Oi, are you teasing me now?" The car slowed in group on your house, he switched the engine off and turned to you, soft smile lingering on his lips as you grinned back, shaking your head at him.
He stepped out of the car, following you to the main gate of the house, his hand grazing yours as you walked side by side.
Coming to stand at the gate, you turn to him, "You sure don't want the samples?" You asked, lifting the jute bag up.
He shook his head, "Had alot today."
You sway a little, the air between you filled with anticipation with a dash of awkwardness.
Before you can fill the silence, he spoke again, "Ma said that you have work, but I'd like for you to be there during the planning." He spoke with sincerity and certainty, "if it isn't a hassle, do you mind joining me again?"
You nod before you could even think about his question, blissfully soaking up his warmth.
He bid farewell, walking back to the car, driving away once your mom opened the door.
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