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“Are you nervous?”

Fumikage glanced up at Mezo’s question, tilting his head back to meet the much taller young man’s eyes. “Why would I be?”

The two were standing beside the billiards table, watching as Katsuki stalked around it to try to get a good shot, Eijiro standing just behind him with a wide, toothy grin on his face. The bar Fumikage had chosen for his bachelor’s night was one he frequented, both alone and with his bride-to-be. It was low-key, a well kept hole-in-the-wall. Music played through the room, a song with a slow beat punctuated by the deep, heavy thrums of an electric guitar’s strings, the romantic side of alternative rock. The lights were kept low, the glossy bartop shimmering beneath the golden glow of a few well-placed lamps and sconces. It had a mellow atmosphere despite the decor, and the owner was kind enough to let them rent the whole place out for the night.

All of the men from their graduating class were here, some of them sitting at the bar, some playing billiards, others throwing darts. A calm, relaxed night. His last night as an unmarried man.

Mezo smiled, an expression that still filled Fumikage with so much warmth, given his dearest friend had hidden that kind, gentle smile for so many years. “I dunno, aren’t most people nervous the day before their wedding?”

“That’s stupid,” Katsuki grunted, leaning over the table as he stared down his pool cue, then struck. With a clatter, the red-striped 11 fell into a corner pocket, and he took a step back again. “It’s their fucking party.”

“Ha, was that a pun? Because, y’know, they’re–”

“Shut it, dunceface.” 

Fumikage smirked slightly as Denki tried to joke, stepping up to the billiards table to take his turn. “Katsuki has a point. And I am certainly not afraid of the commitment; Kyoka already possesses my heart, body, and soul. The ceremony is simply a celebration to share with our chosen family. The paperwork, a formality.”

Another loud clatter, and he stepped back from the table. 

“Still, hard to believe you two are getting married. Like, it feels like just yesterday when you guys told us you were dating!” Eijiro chuckled, scratching the back of his neck with one large hand, the tips of his fingers sharpening to give a more satisfying itch. “You used to be so shy around one another, but now here you are, all grown up and getting hitched! Man, I’m so happy for you guys.” 

“Thank you,” Fumikage dipped his head. “We are both grateful that you could all make the time to be here with us.”

“Hey, wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Denki insisted, sitting on one of the spinning bar stools and twisting back and forth, while Hitoshi sat beside him, slowly sipping on an amber liquid in a crystal glass. “You know what the girls are up to tonight?”

He nodded, holding his hand out to accept the drink that one of Mezo’s many hands offered to him. “Since their group is much smaller, they booked a room at a karaoke place, and will then stay at Yaoyorozu’s home for the night.” 

“Ha, of course she’d wanna do karaoke,” Katsuki chuckled, cracking one of his wide, smirking grins. 

Their least pleasant former classmate decided to speak up, pouting at the bar as he was ID’ed yet again by the hilariously passive aggressive barkeeper, who caught on pretty quickly that Mineta was really only here as a courtesy so he wasn’t the only one of their class to be left out. “Music is really all she’s got going for her. It’s obvious the two of you had to settle for each other.”

“Hey, man, not cool!” Denki scolded, flicking a peanut at him from across the bar. 

“What? She’s flat as a board and he has a bird head.”

“You say that like you have any luck with the ladies,” Hanta pointed out, deadpan, slouched over the bar at Hitoshi’s other side as he snacked on some pretzels. 

“Hey! I get lots of girls!” Mineta insisted indignantly, puffing out his chest. 

Fumikage handed his glass back to Mezo, who watched him curiously as he then stalked across the bar with silent footsteps. He loomed over his former classmate – the only one he could really do this to – and said in a low voice, “That’s the difference between you and I, friend.” 

He leaned closer, his shadow lengthening behind him, then crawling up his back, Dark Shadow’s haunting yellow gaze boring into the little grape man’s soul. “You love women. I love a woman.”

Mineta gulped, going silent, and Fumikage straightened up, twirling his pool cue in his hand as he returned to the billiards table. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder…” He leaned down to take his shot. “... If that is the case, you must truly be blind.”

CLACK! Clatter clatter… thunk. 

“Hey, nice shot.” Eijiro grinned, complimenting more than just his billiards skills, while Katsuki chuckled low in his chest like a hyena that just scented blood. 

Everyone else in the room chuckled along with them, even Mezo breaking out into a grin that made him look like the hyena Katsuki sounded like.

That was so cool, Dark Shadow whispered in the back of his mind. 

I know, Fumikage replied, unable to help a smile as everyone went back to their respective games.

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So, maybe he was a little nervous for the wedding after all. It wasn’t fear or dread, though, no anxiety, just a sense of anticipation. He’d only spent a night away from his bride, but that felt like an eternity, knowing he wouldn’t be permitted to lay eyes on her again until she was walking down the aisle.

Fumikage stood in front of the bathroom mirror in his hotel room, carefully adjusting his shirt collar and tie. He was wearing a full four-piece suit that was mostly a deep, dark black, though his vest was silver with a pin-stripe pattern barely visible where the material caught the light, and his tie was a deep violet. 

He swept his hands over his feathers, checking to make sure they lay smoothly along his head. He’d grown them out over the years, and they’d also begun to fade to silver in places. He was glad he’d taken Mezo’s advice to lean into the look with his silver vest rather than try to mask it. It wasn’t like his premature grays made him look old the way gray hair could for others. Rather, they added a pattern to his formerly plain plumage, making him resemble a magpie more than a crow. 

I’ve heard of a silver fox before, but a silver magpie? Dark Shadow teased, able to hear his thoughts. They slithered out from one of Fumikage’s sleeves, blinking at the mirror and straightening their own little bowtie with a grin.

He chuckled, patting them a little. “My wife doesn’t seem to mind it.”

Ha! She’s not your wife yet, Fumi! Dark Shadow purred, but they excitedly tapped their little hands together as they shrank down in size, scuttling back into the shadow of his sleeve and disappearing from view. She’s really gonna stay with us forever? FOREVER forever?

“Forever,” Fumikage assured them, patting his chest with one hand. He could feel his heart skip a beat at that idea, a swell of emotions rising in him, but he quickly swallowed them back as he heard a knock at his door. “Come in!”

Leaning over to peer through the bathroom’s doorway, he spotted Mezo coming into his room. Who else could he have chosen to be his best man, if not his dearest friend? 

“Hey, looking snazzy!” Dark Shadow chirped, their tiny face now poking up from beneath Fumikage’s shirt collar, prompting him to nudge them back down with a gentle pat.

Mezo chuckled, though he self-consciously smoothed his hands over his chest. Given the structure of his arms, he couldn’t wear a proper suit jacket or even a long-sleeved shirt, but it wasn’t like it was unusual for the best man’s outfit to stand out from the rest of the groomsmen, anyway. He looked just fine in black slacks, a sleeveless, collared black shirt, and a deep maroon vest. “Thank you.”

“You do look good,” Fumikage assured him, stepping out to join him by the door. 

Mezo snorted, resting one large hand on his shoulder. “I should be the one telling you that. Still not nervous?”

“Perhaps a little,” he admitted, drawing in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “It is simply anticipation.” 

“Have you seen her in the dress?” Mezo asked, leaning against the wall as he reached into his pants pocket to draw out a ring box.

Fumikage shook his head, taking the box from Mezo and flipping it open to inspect the matching pair of wedding bands inside. They looked like polished silver, but were in reality a titanium alloy that would hopefully stand up to their respective careers. Kyoka’s band was even a little thicker than most women’s rings, since something too slim would be more easily damaged. She wouldn’t be able to wear her engagement ring while on the job, but it was important to them both that they could at least keep their wedding bands on at all times. They were even considering getting tattoos on their ring fingers, if the wedding bands didn’t hold up as well as they hoped.

He carefully closed the ring box, handing it back to Mezo. “Keep these safe, my friend.”

“I’ll protect them with my life,” Mezo replied, his voice warm with both affection and humor. He slipped the little velvet box back into his pocket, then clapped Fumikage on the back. “You ready?”

Taking one last deep breath, he nodded. “I am. Let us join the festivities.”

The pair made their way through the hotel, which was both where the guests were staying, and the venue for the actual wedding. Fumikage was a little embarrassed, but he was the one who had fallen in love with the place and wanted to hold everything here. The hotel was technically relatively new architecture, though it was built in an old gothic style, and the interior was done up to match, with dark wood, red carpets, and elegant chandeliers. It was like they had stepped into a dark fantasy novel. 

Kyoka had agreed to the venue, though insisted that the ceremony be kept short and sweet, since she could still get a little flustered when she was the center of attention. Of course, she was the bride, a position that was synonymous with “center of attention.” Fumikage was both charmed and amused at the idea of his tough, sassy partner being a shy, blushing bride, but he didn’t want to torment her, so he had agreed to that compromise. He could serenade her with elaborate vows anytime he wanted in private, knowing his words were only for her ears. 

The ceremony itself was being held in the hotel’s ballroom, which was already a beautiful space, but they had added some of their personal flare to the decor. Vintage instruments were tucked along the walls, all of them tuned and ready to play, should the musicians among them feel the urge. The furniture was all black, while violet draperies decorated the walls, and silver vases held crimson roses. 

Most of their guests were already seated, chattering amongst themselves as they waited for the ceremony to start. The crowd was small, since both Kyoka and Fumikage were relatively private people who didn’t want random acquaintances and a whole media circus at their wedding. Really, most everyone here was a fellow pro hero, whether active duty or retired, or even a student in Eri’s case. She was older than a traditional flower girl, being sixteen, but she’d been so excited to have a part in the wedding, and who were they to care about tradition?

“Hey, little man,” a familiar voice called to him, and Fumikage turned to see none other than Hawks approaching him. 

“Keigo,” he greeted his former mentor, offering his hand, which the taller pro clasped firmly in his own. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course. Can’t believe my baby bird left the nest and is out here getting hitched,” Keigo replied with a grin, tugging him in for a one-armed hug rather than releasing his hand right away. “I’ll wrangle everyone into their seats, if things are about to start.”

Fumikage blinked, giving Keigo a gentle pat on the side, the closest he typically got to returning hugs. “Yes. Are Kyoka’s parents here?” He glanced up at Mezo, who nodded. “Then I should be getting into place.”

“You got this!” Keigo assured him with one last big pat on the back, and then he headed towards the rows of seats, motioning with both arms and calling for everyone to “shuddup and siddown.”

“Let’s go,” Mezo gestured for Fumikage to follow him, and the two headed back out of the ballroom, to a smaller room right across the hall. Mezo stopped at the door, though, murmuring, “I need to go join Yaoyorozu. Are you alright?”

Steeling himself, Fumikage nodded. “Yes. Go, before the bridesmaids hunt you down.”

Mezo cracked a smile, then headed down the hall to where the bridesmaids and groomsmen were gathering and pairing up for their march down the aisle. 

That just left Fumikage and…

He quietly opened the door to see Mika Jiro standing there, waiting for him. Normally, if the group was escorted by anyone it would be his own family, but… Fumikage didn’t exactly have the best relationship with his parents. In fact, he hadn’t even bothered to invite them. He didn’t want his father here, and he knew that if his father didn’t come, his mother wouldn’t, either. He probably wouldn’t even tell them he was married until after his name was legally changed to “Jiro,” just so he could throw it in the old man’s face that his only son would not pass on the name Tokoyami. One last bitter rebellion on his part before cutting them off entirely. 

Kyoka’s family, though, was different. They were a small family unit, just her and her parents, but they were kind, courageous, accepting, and loving. There was no question why Kyoka’s own heart was so pure when these were the people who had raised her.

“Fumikage.” Mika smiled warmly as she strode up to him, carefully fixing the lapel of his suit jacket. “I was starting to worry you were getting cold feet.”

“Never,” he assured her, though his voice shook a little for the first time all day. He glanced down at their hands as Mika clasped one of his between both of her own as if to steady him. “I…” 

What to say? That tide of emotion was threatening to rise up again, making it hard to speak. 

Thank you, the words were not his own, but Dark Shadow’s, a soft whisper in the back of his mind.

“Thank you,” Fumikage repeated aloud, awkwardly clearing his throat. “Thank you for not only allowing me to join your family, but welcoming me… welcoming us. For trusting us.” 

Mika squeezed his hand, her voice clear and calm, having the same musical quality as her daughter’s, though a bit lighter, “Thank you, Fumikage. Despite the tough act my husband likes to put on, we both know that Kyoka doesn’t need us to protect her anymore… She’ll always be our little girl, but she’s far from someone who needs to be protected.”

She smiled, almost a little sadly, but there was pride in her eyes still. “She needs someone who will walk beside her, and you have been next to her when we couldn’t be. So, just promise me you will stay by her side. That’s all we could ask.”

Fumikage bowed his head. “I could never stray from that which I call home.”

They shared a look between the two of them, that of two people who both loved Kyoka in very different ways, then glanced up as they heard music begin to play out in the ballroom. Mika shifted to stand by his side, lightly gripping his arm. “It’s time to go.”

Time to get that wifey! Dark Shadow chirped in the back of his mind, their lighthearted words helping to chase away any lingering nerves he might have had.

Fumikage strode from the room with his mother-in-law on his arm, joining the lineup out in the hallway. Mezo and Momo were standing arm-in-arm at the front of the group, being the best man and maid of honor, and they both flashed him wide smiles, Momo looking like she was about to start dancing on her toes with excitement. She wore a crimson dress to match Mezo’s vest, while all of the other bridesmaids and groomsmen behind them were dressed all black.

Tsuyu and Denki were almost more of a “bridesman” and “groomsmaid” duo, given she was closer to the groom and he the bride, standing together just behind Mezo and Momo with their hands clasped. Denki was grinning so wide his cheeks must have hurt, while Tsu blinked her big, glassy eyes at Fumikage and smiled, the tip of her tongue blepping out as she waved her free hand at him encouragingly. Behind them were Katsuki and Mina, then Eijiro and Ochako, and finally Sero and Toru. 

Most of these people were Kyoka’s friends, carried into his life by her hands… she had given him family in more ways than one, filling his world with so much light where had only seen darkness before. Her beating heart was her strength, and his now, too. The gratitude he felt towards her swelled within his chest alongside a love so fierce even he could never find the words to describe it. 

The music gently increased in volume; a piano cover of the Black Veil Brides’ Rebel Love Song. 

Forward they marched into the ballroom, now serene and quiet, tiny flames dancing on black candles positioned carefully around the ceremony space. He could feel the eyes of the guests on him, but their gazes were filled with nothing but warmth and happiness for them… and perhaps some tears, but he couldn’t blame them, his own heart pounding in his chest as he walked with Mika to the altar. 

None other than Shota Aizawa awaited them at the altar, his own expression as stony as ever, the only unsmiling face in the crowd, though Fumikage could see the gentleness in his eyes. He was their mentor, their hero, and though they had to promise him he wouldn’t have to say much, they managed to convince him to stand where a priest normally would and sign the papers witnessing their marriage. Really, all he had to do was stand there and look official, right? 

Fumikage couldn’t help but crack a smile as Mika released his arm and shuffled over to her seat at the front of the crowd, resisting the urge to chuckle. 

The bridesmaids and groomsmen marched down the aisle two by two, splitting apart once they reached him so they could line up on opposite sides of the altar. He could feel Mezo rest a hand against his back briefly as he took up his spot behind him, one last moment of reassurance as the moment they had all been waiting for arrived.

As the last of the bridal party took their positions, Eri appeared at the doors, all done up in a black dress with red accents. She strode down the aisle with a shy smile on her face, tossing red rose petals in her wake, then scuttled behind the altar to stand with Aizawa.

Fumikage missed the smile that his teacher gave, though, because his eyes were fixed on the final figure that stepped out from the hallway. 

His black veil bride.

Kyoka wasn’t dressed in a single thread of white, adorned in a form-fitting black lace gown that hugged every subtle curve of her slender figure. It had long, off-the-shoulder sleeves, and peeping out from beneath the lace was a sheer material that added a pop of shimmering violet amidst the black. A lacy black veil fluttered down from the crown of her head, the front of it short enough to not quite reach her chin, though the back was longer, sweeping out behind her like a train. She had one arm linked through her father’s as he walked her down the aisle, and in her hands was a bouquet of violet roses. 

She was breathtaking, and as he gazed at her, he saw a shy smile beneath the edge of her veil, as if embarrassed by the awe of those who saw her.

A smile came to his own face as he extended his hand, a comforting warmth blooming in his chest the moment she reached out to grasp it. 

Kyotoku looked as if he was about to burst into tears, his eyes misty as he let go of his daughter. It was that same look Mika had… happiness, sorrow, but so much pride. 

Thank you. Fumikage hoped that his father-in-law could see the message conveyed in his eyes as he took Kyoka’s hand in his own.

Once her father had taken his seat, Kyoka passed her bouquet back to Momo to free up her other hand, and then the couple turned to face one another properly before the crowd. She looked up at him, standing only just barely shorter than he, and his heart leaped in his throat as he shakily reached up to draw her veil back from her face. 

Finally, he could see her eyes, and it took everything in him to keep it together when he saw she had tears in them. Happy tears, her cheeks flushed and a sweet smile spreading across her face, her grip on his hand tightening as she gave one of those breathless little laughs she did when she was at a loss for words.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. If you cry, SHE’LL cry, and she’ll ruin her makeup! Dark Shadow shouted in the back of his mind. Keep it together! 

Aizawa cleared his throat at that moment, and the music faded. His voice was as calm and collected as always as he began, “We are gathered here today to see the union between two of my problem children.”

A chuckle rippled through the crowd, several of the bridal party already wiping at tears in their eyes even as they laughed. 

“Neither of them chose the easy path in life.” Aizawa turned his gaze to Kyoka and Fumikage, as if his words were for them, not the crowd of guests gathered behind them. “They’ve already walked through hell together and come out the other side stronger than before, and if that’s how they handle every challenge that comes their way… I have no doubt they will stand by one another until the end.” 

“Then may the end never come…” Fumikage uttered softly, lifting one hand to hold Kyoka’s cheek. “So I may be always at your side.”

Behind him, he heard Eijiro utter a soft sob, “So manly– ow.” A thump implied he was elbowed by Katsuki, and Dark Shadow chuckled. 

Aizawa sighed softly, then continued, “The couple has decided to spare us and make their personal vows to one another privately…” He gestured to Mezo, who withdrew the ring box from his pocket.. “But they will still exchange rings here with us as witnesses.” 

Fumikage and Kyoka turned to carefully take the rings from the box Mezo held, then faced one another again. Looking into one another’s eyes, they felt the same giddy excitement they did during so many core memories together. That time they snuck out of the dorms to attend a concert; the first time they accidentally kissed on live TV after a tough rescue; the long drive with her things in a moving truck when they moved in together, singing along to the music playing on the stereo; the night he proposed in their apartment, a private moment between just the two of them as a thunderstorm waged outside their windows. Every time it stormed, now, they thought of that night, finding solace in the rain. 

He had to swallow back that ferocious tide of emotions as Kyoka took his hand in hers, her calloused fingers holding his with a gentle strength that had not once wavered in their years together. Her voice was soft as she spoke, sliding the larger of the rings onto his finger, “Yours is the rhythm my heart beats to, and I promise that will never change.”

It was his turn to take her hand, turning it so he could see the amethyst engagement ring already shimmering on her third finger. Carefully, he slipped the wedding band on to join it, the two slim rings fitting snugly together. “If I am Icarus, you are the sun… I would fall for you again and again, if only to bask in your light.” 

Eri glanced up at Aizawa, whispering, “Can I say it?”

He nodded, and the girl broke into a wide grin as she announced, “We now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!” 

Dark Shadow swooped up from Fumikage’s suit jacket, winding around the two of them to provide a moment of privacy. “Woo-hooooo!” 

Kyoka chuckled, her arms winding around the back of Fumikage’s neck, her fingers combing through his soft feathers. “They were very patient…”

“They were,” he agreed with a low chuckle, one hand resting on her lower back to draw her close as the other slid up her neck to rest just below her ear, his thumb stroking her jaw. He leaned in close to meet her smiling lips as the crowd burst into cheers around them, and suddenly the music was playing again, this time the faster, cheerful beat of “Alive” by Adelitas Way filling the room. 

Dark Shadow laughed gleefully as they perched themself on one of Fumikage’s shoulders. They looked like a happy little bird, all puffed as they straightened their bowtie, now free to be out and about to enjoy the festivities with everyone else.

Kyoka grasped one of his hands tightly in her own, flashing him a wide grin. “Shall we, Mr. Fumikage Jiro?”

“Yes, we shall, Mrs. Kyoka Jiro,” he replied with a chuckle, and the two headed back down the aisle as everyone applauded, leading the way out to the front of the hotel for photos while the staff rearranged the ballroom for the reception. 

Their photographer had a lot of fun, arranging the wedding party in some basic lineups, but then allowing them to pose however they wanted and even encouraging some silliness. There were some “heroic” poses pulled among him and the groomsmen, as well as some overly dramatic, edgy boyband-esque ones. Fumikage also  enjoyed a laugh when the bridesmaids scooped up Kyoka and carried on with their own photos, including some levitating shenanigans at some point when Ochako decided to use her Quirk. The zero-gravity photos were definitely going in the wedding album…

His favorite photo, though, the one he would keep with him wherever he went, was of him and his wife. He sat on one of the stone garden walls as the sun sank low behind them, and Kyoka sat on his lap, her legs drawn up onto the smooth stone as she leaned into his chest, the two of them just holding one another amidst the blooming roses. It was sappy, and romantic, and what was Fumikage if not a hopeless romantic? 

By the time photos were taken, the ballroom had been rearranged for the reception, and it was party time. The celebratory atmosphere was in full swing, music playing as everyone talked, ate, drank, and danced. 

The instruments were not left as mere ornamentation, either, as everyone in the wedding party who knew how to play stepped up to play. Fumikage himself picked up a guitar, while Mina shoved a microphone into Kyoka’s hands and squealed excitedly about the rockstar singing at her own wedding. 

Kyoka rolled her eyes, but gave in with a grin, tossing her veil aside and raking one hand through her cropped hair. 

“I like the way… that you look in my headlights,

Climbing off your balcony.” 

Katsuki whooped loudly, grabbing the drumsticks. They all knew this song by heart, given it was one of Kyoka’s own. 

We drive away… luckier than the Lucky Strike

Hanging in between your teeth.

It’s not a lot, but it’s sweet when it’s simple,

Don’t overthink it, just dive in and let go.

Don’t complicate, 

I like you, babe…” 

She turned on her heel, strutting back in her wedding dress like she was up on stage at a concert, singing into the mic with that heavenly voice of hers. 

“I like the way 

My car smells with your cigarettes in my ashtray!

I like the way 

The sun felt when it rose over the freeway!

So I turn to you and say,

Can you promise me now, 

That we’re never gonna settle for settling down?

I don’t wanna think about the rest of my life,

I just want the things I like…”

Kyoka cracked a smile at him as she sang those lines, perhaps finding the irony that they were now married, when she’d written these lyrics when they were still just dating. 

“I found a burnt CD-R in your visor 

From back when you were in a band,

You laughed so hard it hurt!

But I like how my guitar looked when it was in your hands…”

She circled closer to Fumikage, her heavy-lidded eyes gazing up at him through her thick lashes. Those were bedroom eyes, made all the more alluring by her playful smile as she swept one hand up his arm.

“It’s kind of sweet how you ramble when you’re drinking,

So stay with me, I’m addicted to this feeling,

Don’t complicate, 

I like you, babe…”

He felt a blush creep up his neck, smirking back at her. This song was most definitely about him, and those lines never failed to fluster him. His bachelor party might have been at a bar, but he’d had one drink to avoid getting tipsy and embarrassing himself right before such an important day.

Dark Shadow was grinning at his expense as they took one of Kyoka’s hands, swooping along with her as she stepped in front of him again and sang her heart out.

“I like the way 

My car smells with your cigarettes in my ashtray!

I like the way 

The sun felt when it rose over the freeway!

So I turn to you and say,

Can you promise me now

That we’re never gonna settle for settling down?

I don’t wanna think about the rest of my life,

I just want the things I like…”

“I like the way… 

I like the way

I like you, babe…

I just want the things I like.” 

The song ended abruptly at that last syllable, all instruments ceasing in unison, and their friends cheered excitedly for the impromptu concert. 

Fumikage chuckled, setting the guitar back on its stand as he stepped up behind his wife, resting his hands on her hips and murmuring close to her ear, “Must you tease me so?”

“I’m legally obligated to now,” Kyoka replied with a chuckle, leaning her head back against his shoulder as she grinned mischievously at him. “You married me.”

“I did.” He nuzzled his beak under her chin, his feathers tickling her neck. He gave a sound almost like a purr, a deep, bird-like churring sound. “I’ll get my turn to tease you, as well, when we’re alone…” 

“Mmm?” She hummed low in her throat, resting her hands over his arms as he wrapped them more firmly around her waist. 

Mina suddenly shouted from the dancefloor, “Hey! You can have the honeymoon later, I wanna dance!” 

Fumikage chuckled, squeezing Kyoka tightly. “I suppose I can wait a while longer to caress you in a carnal embrace.” 

“Is that what it’s called now?” She teased, leaning back into his chest before he released her, and they both scurried onto the dancefloor. 

The party would wage on late into the night, though Kyoka didn’t make him wait much longer. As all newlyweds did, they left the reception first, sneaking away to their hotel room like a pair of teenagers off on a romantic tryst; it wouldn’t be the first time for them, even if they were, now, would it?

Kyoka already had his suit jacket off and half of his vest’s buttons undone as he slipped the “Do Not Disturb” sign onto the doorknob and clicked it shut behind them, finally having each other to themselves.