tee + atsumu— the wedding
atsumu smiled as she hummed happily, watching her mix cookie dough in the bowl while he stood at the entrance of the kitchen, admiring the way she looked in a shirt with his number on it. it seemed so right to do it now, to forget about the plan he’d set up, to just dive in and cease the moment. somehow, she made every thought of reason fly out the window, and all he ever knew when he was around her was now. slowly, with shaky steps, he approached her, spinning her to face him. he stared at her as she smiled.
“cookies should be ready in fifteen minutes, tsum. wait till they’re cooled this time,” she giggled. he smiled, wide and pure, heart swelling at how loud yet mellow their love was, whispered between the two of them, yet echoing off the walls and to the rest of the world.
“cookies can wait, angel. i got somethin’ else first,” he whispered.
“and what’s that?” he cupped her cheeks, squishing her face together gently, large hands swallowing her face in his grasp.
“this.” and slowly, he knelt down, a ring being pulled out of his pocket, a watery chuckle escaping his lips while a gasp left hers. “had a whole speech and everythin’ for the original plan, but i couldn’t help myself. yer finger looked kinda empty without a ring while ya were holding the bowl, babe. gotta fix that. marry me, tee?” all she could do was nod, and all he could do was laugh with glee.
miya atsumu, the best setter in japan, one half of a once deadly duo, confident and cocky, a star volleyball player, was now just tsumu, a man who was in love, staring into the eyes of the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. and when she pulled him up, hastily wiping her tears so she could cup his face and kiss his lips, he realized he liked being just tsumu better than he ever liked being miya atsumu.
“tsumu stop,” she giggled, hand shoving away at his shoulder as his face tried to come closer to hers. “you’ll get the face mask on my lips, it tastes nasty, remember last time?” he whined, gripping her waist tighter as he pouted.
“but i wanna kiss,” he insisted.
“and i want clear skin for our wedding,” she said firmly, making him grumble, but before he could stop himself, a large grin spread across his lips. if his face wasn’t covered in a face mask too, she’d have pinched his cheeks.
“a weddin’ ya say? wonder who it could be, who’s the lucky soon to be missus?” his eyebrows wriggled up and down, a giddy smile on his face, making an even giddier one spread across hers.
“oh, some random girl, i heard she was annoying. but apparently, her fiancé is even more annoying,” she played along, watching as his eyes lit up. thumb trailing under her shirt, rubbing the bare skin of her waist, he hummed, pulling her in closer.
“i’ll bet. seem like they’re a match made in heaven, huh? ya know them personally?”
“yeah, i’d say very personally.” and even if the face mask really did taste horrible, and even though he’d learned that the hard way multiple times before, he couldn’t help himself, leaning down and pecking her lips anyway. he never learned, atsumu told himself, one more time couldn’t hurt.
“well, enjoy tonight as long as ya can, cos startin’ tomorrow, yer a miya, babe.” she wrapped her arms around his neck, closing her eyes as he rocked them side to side.
“i like that. it has a nice ring to it.” he liked it too.
“i do,” she whispered, and atsumu felt his heart stop. finally, she was his, fully and forever, the rest of his life now set to be spent with her, one day bleeding into the next, memories entangling with one another, life a seamless and never ending story of the two of them. this chapter, he told himself, would never come to an end. this chapter, the two of them would keep writing, the pen never running out of ink, the pages never coming to a stop, the plot of the story always growing to something new.
and finally, he was hers, more so than he already was, and he wasn’t sure if that was entirely possible, but she seemed to always bring him to new heights, he’d realized. everything in his being was tied to her, and he’d never want it to be any other way, his heart beating to the rhythm of hers, completing the beat as though it was meant to.
“you may now kiss the bride,” atsumu heard, and he didn’t need to be told twice. kiss the bride he would.
“yer mine now,” he whispered right before their lips touched, closing the gap and kissing her far harder than he ever had. and when she pulled away, hands playing with hair on the back of his neck, smile as radiant as the first time he saw it, he realized maybe she always was his, even before he’d met her.
“wasn’t i always?” he supposed she was.
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