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"ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ. ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ"
SYPNOSIS: Love is something you'd never thought you'd experience, especially in the world you were born into, where life is less than a guarantee. But now, as you walk down the aisle, tears in your eyes and a diamond on your finger, the thought couldn't be any more distant.
PAIRING: yuta okkotsu x fem! reader
Genre: high school sweethearts, first love (reader), fluff, one-shot
Warnings: young marriage (early 20's), post! main storyline, no major character deaths/manga spoilers. ¡maid of honor! Maki, ¡best man! Inumaki. very brief mentions of failed relationships, depression, and attempted suicide (jjk0). previously hopeless romantic! reader, not proofread.
AN: This is my first work I've uploaded on here so be nice :) I began writing this on Yuta's birthday, so happy belated. The inspiration for this work was Bruno Mar's new song "Risk It all", a yearner song for THE yearner yuta. Enjoy! p.s. I've never attended a wedding so there might be mistakes.
I take requests, and am going to make rules list for asks, but until then, ask away! I prefer to write for characters I'm familiar with, so for now that will be Yuta and Armin, until I can get that list up!
WC: 2.1k
The concept of marriage was something that always seemed so foreign to you. A joint union of two people, in love, ready to join their lives together until death do they part.
It’s not as if the concept of love itself was something foreign to you— no. You’d experienced love in your life; With your family, the people who’d been with you since you’d spoken your first word, taken your first breath. With your friends, the family you chose to make the greatest memories with. Every day leading to when a perfectly wrapped diploma was placed in your hands at graduation. It was light in your hands, but heavier in your heart, a testament of all the effort and sweat you’d put into your education as a child.
So while you’ve experienced love, you felt no desire to search for more. It’s not like you needed to, anyway. All the joy your life could ever require was already being given to you by the people you surrounded yourself with.
Even so, it’s not that the thought of romantic love never crossed your mind, far from it actually. You'd had childish crushes growing up, finding yourself wanting a boyfriend sometimes. It was a passing thought mostly. You would find yourself daydreaming about the prince promised in the media you consumed in the earliest years of your life. But, when you saw how many people your age were so ready to get into relationships, it put you off. You were content with what you already had. What would dating change about your life? It was wishful thinking at best.
There was always the what if’s lingering in the farthest corner of your mind. But, with the world you’d been born into. It was extremely difficult to grow emotionally attached to anyone on that level.
So when you met Yuta, it wasn’t something you’d expected to grow into something more.
He’d just transferred to Jujutsu High, anxious and at the lowest point of his life, burdened by a curse he’d unknowingly created. When Gojo introduced him, you were obviously on edge, but there was something about him you couldn’t ignore. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen someone so ready to give up.
You gave him a half smile, strolling beside him as you personally introduced yourself. “Its nice to meet you, Yuta. Don’t be too nervous, you’re welcome here.” His face was pulled tight, brows furrowed and lip tugged in between his teeth. Your eyes glanced down at his fingers that fiddled together, a tell-tale sign of his anxiousness. “I promise.”
Not that you wanted to be some type of savior, but you could relate to him on some level.
As he got more familiar with everyone, you began getting closer. The two of you would find yourselves training with one another more often than not, since he wanted to improve, after all.
What you noticed quickly, was that his sheer presence was overwhelming, but somehow even magnetising. Even if he couldn’t sense it. Every time he walked in a room, you found yourself getting up to start a conversation with him every chance you got. It was almost as if his existence itself was a sun you couldn’t help but revolve around.
From there, feelings started to grow between the two of you. Not that you would say though, they were complicated emotions you were still trying to figure out for yourself. The way he would rub the back of his neck when he was embarrassed, tap his leg when he was anxious, look up at the ceiling when he rambled on about whatever he was fixated on at the moment.
No matter how much your heart swelled from his every action, you would never say anything. Not only because of your lack of experience in romance, but because of everything the boy was going through. He was working his hardest to free Rika, and that was a priority.
So some time after Rika was freed, you obviously didn’t expect Yuta to be standing outside your door, asking to go on a walk around campus.
He’d led you to a small spot by a tree, a blanket laid down underneath it on the pointy grass. He’d guided you to sit next to him, smoothing out the blanket once more as you fully seated yourself. Slowly, he began to talk. The conversation quickly turned into you both laughing about nothing.
Your voice was the only thing that could be heard as you giggled at an inside joke you shared, slapping lightly at your leg and leaning down as you tried to fix your face while failing miserably. His eyes were trained on yours, voice soft as he spoke. “You’re so pretty like this.” You stopped laughing immediately, eyes snapping to make sure you were hearing him correctly. “What?”
“I don’t tell you enough, do I?” He says doubling down. You were taken aback, he’s never this straightforward. “You’re a beautiful girl, and I don’t tell you enough.” You could only blink, this was out of the blue, and you didn’t even know what to say.
“You don’t have to say anything, just let me talk.” He shifted his entire body towards you, hands lingering on the blanket near yours. Not touching, just there.
“I love your laugh, I love the way you smile. I love the way you try to act upset when you can’t find it in yourself to be. I love the way you always ask for my opinion on if the outfit you picked out looks on you, it always does—” He shook his head, nodding to himself as if it were an irrefutable fact.
“I love everything about you,” His lips pressed together, hesitating, for the first time since he started speaking. He questioned whether not to continue, but did so anyway. He’d already said this much, right? “I really like you, Y/n.”
Your whole body felt stiff, but your mind was so relaxed, relieved even. “And I really like you too, Yuta.” His nervousness subsided instantly, and he exhaled a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.
Your brows raised as his hands disappeared around the tree you both were sitting under. They reappeared with a bouquet in hand, reaching up to rub the back of his neck in that way he always does, his gaze completely and utterly focused on you. Smooth. “Can I take you on a date?” You smiled, taking the flowers from his hand. “Of course.”
He did indeed take you on that date, and another before you started dating not long after. Then Yuta went to Africa for a few months, and the rest is history.
Those were some of the most memorable days of your life.
And now, as you stand directly in front of the tall rectangular mirror of your dressing room, you couldn’t help but feel so emotional.
You were getting married.
Those were words you never thought would even be true, and now they were. You were getting married to the love of your life, the man who you chose to spend the rest of your life with. The man who’d chosen you to spend it with.
Some would judge you for getting married so young, but you couldn’t care less. There is no age that determines if love will last, it’s about how powerful that connection is.
Your makeup artist stood beside you, dabbing a small tissue at your eyes to catch the stray tears that were flowing out. You’d been able to plan your dream wedding, the one you’d dreamt about since you could remember. put so much thought into every little detail.
Yuta was a simple man. He let you choose everything for the wedding, giving his input when asked, but letting you take full control of the process. As long as you were happy, he could care less. Happy wife, happy life, right?
The venue you chose was straight out of your dreams. After all the planning and tedious details that came out of setting everything up with vendors and such, you were relieved that everything had worked out the way you planned.
Your ears picked up on the sound of music starting. Your fingers trailed down the material on your torso, smoothing it out as you let out a shaky exhale. You were so nervous, but excited, all at the same time. Gosh, your emotions were everywhere.
Taking one last look in the mirror, you turned towards the door. Heels clicked against the floor, feet carrying you to a familiar figure. The one you chose to walk you down the aisle. You still remember when you asked. So many tears were exchanged. Now that day is here at last.
Your arm looped into theirs, eyes meeting and getting a reassuring nod in return.
Looking ahead once more, you started to the opening where the ceremony was taking place just around the corner. Stopping, and giving yourself one last deep breath, before taking the bouquet from the florist.
All eyes were on you as you rounded the corner, pausing for a moment with the sound of the music, then moving again in rhythm with the song that played on the hidden speakers.
Yuta swore his heart stopped. You looked gorgeous. So, so, so gorgeous. His eyes mapped out every inch of you. That dress. That dress. It suited you perfectly. Every detail reflected everything about you he admired. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten so lucky with a woman like you.
You were so out of his league, gosh— was he pathetic. Tears pressed formed in his eyes like sprinklers, not being able to stop himself. You looked absolutely ethereal, and he got to marry you? Yeah, he was certain at this point. He’s the luckiest man alive, and nothing will change his mind. He’s way too far gone.
Looking around, your heart couldn’t help but to clench at the sight of your loved ones sitting in the rows that stretched past you. Family and friends, all here to celebrate your union.
You finally reached the altar, ascending the stairs, Yuta taking hand to assist guiding you up. Once you were facing each other, his hands slowly slipped from yours to the veil hanging in front of your face. He lifted it gently over the back of your head. As soon as he saw your face the tears spilled over.
“Hi.” He said between breaths. “Hi.” You replied in a teary chuckle.
You couldn’t help but tear up the sight of Yuta’s pressed suit and perfectly styled bangs. Tired eyes that never seemed to ever completely fade, no matter how many days off he managed to spend tangled in the sheets of his bed, letting his body rest after one of the many missions he was assigned.
Yuta smiled, eyes wide but soft, gaze trailing over you.
Your maid of honor, Maki, took the bouquet from you. Making sure to fix the bottom of your dress before stepping away.
The officiator officially welcomed the guests as they sat. Then the vows had begun.
Yuta pulled a paper from his suit, rolling his shoulders and giving you a once over before beginning.
“When I first met you, I was captivated by just how open and welcoming you were to me, so nice even though you’d known me for no more than 5 minutes. So when I built the confidence to ask you out, my hands were so clammy, but I knew there was no way I could miss the chance that time. You saw me, helped me, were so patient when I was at my lowest. You never rushed anything, always helped me enjoy the little things, and assured me that I was wanted.”
He put his arms down, holding your hands now. Not reading from his paper anymore, but completely from his heart.
“Now, I promise to give you that back tenfold. I promise to take you to the bookstore no matter how late it is. I promise to give you the last bite of the dessert you said we could split. I promise to give you the world. To hold your hand and call you mine. I promise to be yours until the end of time. I would run through a fire if it meant being by your side. If your heart’s on the line, you can take mine. I’d sacrifice my life for you. If you asked, I’d give you my mind, my body, my everything. I’d give anything and everything just to see you happy.”
“It’s crazy but it’s true. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do. I’d risk it all for you.”
You were sobbing at this point, Yuta equally are teary, wiping your tears as you wept.
“Y/n, do you take Yuta Okkotsu to be your husband? For better, for worse, through sickness or health, to love and cherish, till death do you part?”
“I do.”
“Yuta Okkotsu, do you take—”
“I do.”
AN: comments are appreciated ♡
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