@madcg rocking up in the ugly suit, plotted starter inspired by this.
Holding a cigarette between his lips Nishikiyama glanced at his watch again and again. There still was plenty of time, but Nishiki hated being late. He had this habit of showing up to appointments at least thirty minutes early, he did not grasp the concept of being fashionably late and he despised everyone who participated in it. Majima wouldn’t be late, Nishiki was sure of it, but it would not hurt for the other to show up at least ten minutes before the ceremony started so they could get to their designated seats without every head turning in annoyance. Admittedly this was a rather small wedding, as it ws not a yakuza getting married but one of Reina’s regulars and friends, but still.. Nishiki had a reputation to uphold.
Falling in love with the Mad Dog of Shimano of all people had not been on his bingo card, but here he was nevertheless. There were many things about Majima that enticed him, one thing was more annoying than the next, but in all seriousness... it was the undying loyalty Majima expressed for those he cared about and the way he was so unapologetically himself that he found attractive above all. All his life Nishiki had been trying to be someone he was not, to earn the respect of the yakuza around him, to keep them from laughing at him, but Majima did not care if they laughed with him or about him. He shrugged it off with an admirable manic confidence which impressed and infuriated Nishiki at the same time. How could he let people laugh about him so cruelly, how could he let them see him as nothing but the Mad Dog? Majima was so much more than this moniker. Did Majima not care because he knew that or because he had already lost himself to this nickname?
Nishiki had to stop thinking. The anger about people looking down on Majima gave him a headache and that was the last thing he needed right now. Throwing his cigarette on the ground he stomped it out with the tip of his boot before he fixed his suit, looking idle while he waited. It was a brand-new white suit he had bought just a few days prior, after he had realized he couldn’t get the bloodstains out of his old one.
Matching to his white suit they had bought a fine black suit for Majima, after Nishiki had talked him out of getting an extravagant (and rather ugly) suit with golden embroidery. Truth be told Nishiki was pretty excited to see how handsome his love would look in the suit and just on cue he could hear the familiar voice call out his name.
But when he turned around he did not see his boyfriend wearing the magnificent black suit but the embroidered abomination.
“Oh my god, are you kidding me..”, Nishiki muttered under his breath and he had half the mind to turn away and flee, but then he felt Majima’s warm hand take his own and all he could do was sigh in defeat. The ceremony would begin soon, there was no turning back now.
“My love”, he added, taking a step back to give Majima a look-over and it was the moment he realized his partner did not look half bad in that terrible suit, but still..
“What the hell are you wearing? What happened to your other suit?”
