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Looking between his watch and his phone, Reo is starting to wonder how much longer this conversation is going to take.
Considering that it’s Isagi on the other line…
Well, let’s just say Reo has a multitude of semi-believable excuses prepared at any given time for the express purpose of being able to end a call with him. No offense to Isagi or anything, but the shorter man has a special talent for taking a brief story and spinning it into some epic tale that somehow always loops back around to an endless discussion of football.
In fact, at Reo’s last birthday party, Isagi managed to trap him in an almost hour-long tirade where he talked at length about making all his subsequent birthday parties more football themed.
Had his treasure not intervened by quite literally picking Reo up and whisking him far away from the crowd for a moment alone with just them, Isagi might’ve kept going indefinitely.
It’s a similar case now.
Isagi voice crackles over the speaker as he yaps away about “something, something, football,” while Reo goes over correspondence with a couple of the vendors and takes a look at all the new wedding boards Nagi has managed to create in the short span of time he’s been gone.
It looks like his treasure is still really adamant about Reo wearing a veil with his already all-white tux.
Not that Reo doesn’t like the unconventional, abstract, or avant-garde— quite the opposite in fact, Reo loves the weird and uncommon (see example number one: his fiancé slash partner slash love of his life Nagi Seishiro)— but, damn, if there aren’t limits to what he’s willing to do. Conceding to his treasure’s desires is one thing, but their friends?
Reo loves his friends, really he does, and he loves their input but they’re starting to get really carried away with the endless calls and texts of them trying to pitch their ideas for his and Nagi’s wedding.
Basically, they’re starting to lose the plot.
Not that there was much of one to begin with, but trying to real Nagi in is hard enough.
Seriously, just how many times is he going to have to tell Bachira that, no, it doesn’t matter how wealthy Reo is, they are not having a dolphin show at the reception.
And it’s not because Reo can’t afford it, but just because it’s the principle of the thing.
Otters? For sure. Nagi loves otters. One particular blue otter, in fact. So much so that they already have Bonobono themed party favors and an entirely separate wedding cake with Bonobono and Reri-chan cake toppers.
Seals? Definitely, those funny little creatures are endearing to Reo since they remind him so much of his treasure. Every wedding guest will be walking away with a suspiciously Nagi-looking seal plush as part of their guest gift package.
But dolphins? Reo’s seen enough ocean life documentaries to say no to that.
Anyway, Isagi.
Said man is still talking and admittedly Reo has, not unlike a dolphin (though Reo would detest comparing himself to those sea-faring sadists), tuned half of his brain out to focus on more pressing issues.
Such as stalking his treasure.
“Like, just think about it! Wouldn’t it be so cool? I mean, football brought the two of you together and I just think it could have more of a presence in your wedding. For example—“
Reo tunes in.
“Your bachelor party, you can rent out a football stadium and we can all—”
And upon the hundredth mention of football promptly tunes back out.
Their Bachelor party is already spoken for anyway, and it’s less a party and more him and Nagi visiting the filming locations of their favorite movies while their friends take pictures of them, not that they know about this part yet, though.
He bites his tongue too, not wanting to get into the rabbit hole that is his and his treasure’s ongoing theory that their meeting was not simply because of football, but rather the divine will of the universe wanting them to find each other.
Nagi has already put in a request for a chunk of time to be carved out during the dinner so that he can present that exact theory to the masses. Ba-ya, who has dutifully stepped up as their wedding planner is trying her best to figure out where to fit that in between his partner’s already approved “favorite Reo moments” compilation and “Our life plan and how we’ll find each other in the next one,” slide show.
Football? Reo loves the sport as much as the next guy—
Well, scratch that, Reo doesn’t think there’s a person in the world who loves football as much as Isagi. At this point, Reo wonders if the man’s career will climax with a dramatic marriage to the ball in question— but he digresses, pushing that thought out of his mind lest Reo’s creative and overactive imagination start unconsciously planning an actual cohesive and extravagant football-themed wedding.
The point is that Isagi can do whatever he wants when he inevitably marries some inanimate incarnation of his greatest love, but Reo? Yeah, he’s made enough compromises already, and there’s only so much his flexibility can accommodate for.
Trying to seamlessly meld his and Nagi’s ideas can be a daunting task at times, they’ve already had to work out the logistics of making Choki the ring bearer (remote controlled car) and renting out the entire Hakuho campus for a photoshoot recreating their first meeting and High School days. Not to mention having to get the timing just right for them to say “I do,” right as the sun begins to set. Reo even went along with Nagi’s idea of asking Barou if he wanted to be the flower girl, if only because he too found the image so ridiculous he just had to agree.
As expected the man said no. (Zantetsu has thankfully stepped up to the plate as his replacement).
Deciding that enough time has passed since the last time he zoned out, Reo zones back in. Low and behold, Isagi is still going.
And people tell Reo that he talks a lot. Certainly, they’ve never heard Isagi go on his football-induced coke rants.
Reo peers at his watch once more and frowns. Nagi should be back by now.
It’s fine, he supposed.
Reo’s fiancé— a word that promptly has Reo’s internal self giggling and kicking his feet when he remembers that they’re getting married— has a tendency to get easily distracted on his commutes to and from anywhere. Like a cloud simply beeping carried by a breeze, Nagi moves through life with a similar attitude, though most times, Reo is there to be the metaphorical breeze that carries him to his destination.
Heart constricting, Reo tries to push away the sudden emptiness he feels without his treasure. A void that can only be remedied by the love of his life.
Under normal circumstances Reo would’ve gone with him, but his Nagi, constantly full of surprises, has been working towards becoming more independent. Reo doesn’t hate it. Not really, not when a part of Nagi’s independence is, as stated by his partner, motivated by showing off his super elite husband skills and acting like a provider. Even so, Reo would just love to spoil Nagi rotten right now.
Anyway, Reo opens Nagi’s location again, this time fully zeroing in on the slow moving dot on his screen.
Arcades are a big distraction, there’s one along the way to their apartment that catches Nagi’s eye often, but it’s also not out of the ordinary for Nagi to just completely space out and end up somewhere completely random. At which point Reo usually has to ask Ba-ya to retrieve him.
Even things as simple as finding pairs of anything out in the wild, Nagi will stop and snap pictures of them to send to Reo.
Anything white and purple next to each other warrants a snapshot, and text message captioned “this is us <3” to grace his and Reo’s chat logs of which Reo will promptly screen shot for his “Precious Treasure,” folder.
Love is a crazy thing.
Right now Reo is smiling happily as he watches the little white dot travel leisurely across his screen, Isagi’s voice long forgotten as Reo makes sure his treasure is safely on his way.
Some of their friends might call it obsessive, but Reo just calls it cautious. Fame is a slippery slope, one never knows what kind of weirdos are out there and Reo would rather his treasure be safe than sorry. There will be no kidnapping on his watch, thank you very much,
Besides, it's not like Nagi doesn’t have his location too. Reo dares to say that Nagi is more prone to stalking Reo’s whereabouts than the other way around on account of Reo being out more. He’s lost count of the number of times Nagi’s called him in a panic when he’s so much as a minute late to their home than he said he’d be.
The dot slows down, pausing and then continuing until it goes stationary again. Not at an arcade like Reo would’ve suspected but at that quaint little cafe near their apartment building. Sighing, Reo fights the urge to text him, telling him “I told you so,” because Reo did tell Nagi to eat breakfast, or else he’d be starved through the entirety of his tux fitting.
Reo bites back a smile thinking of his treasure awkwardly ordering a lemon tea and chocolate horn to eat, getting crumbs all over his face that Reo would wipe away with all the affection in the world if he were there.
Unfortunately, Reo is unable to delve deeper into his delusion before Isagi is calling for him again.
“Reo, are you listening?”
“Penalty kick bouquet toss,” Reo answers back smoothly.
Super elite (soon to be wife) Mikage Reo can zone out and still have perfect recall of the conversation afterall. Reo attributes it to all the years of pretending to give a shit about whatever his teachers were talking about as a kid— training that is put to use in times where he’d much rather be thinking of Nagi such as this.
Also, Isagi has been trying to pitch this particular idea since he found out about their engagement almost a year ago.
“I’m not saying you have to do it—“
“Isagi—“
Said man’s voice crackles to life immediately again, cutting Reo off and if the purple haired man weren’t so laser focused on dot-Nagi starting to move again, maybe he’d be more inclined to entertain his friend.
“I’m just saying—“
“Isagi,” Reo says again, a warning tone this time, though still playful.
Nagi is only one block away now!
“You should consider it,” Isagi finishes.
At the same exact moment, Reo’s phone vibrates with a notification. He lights up immediately thinking that it’s Nagi finally buzzing into the building thus signaling his love almost being with him again.
Instead, the beginnings of an email graces his eyes.
Ominous but not totally alarming. Still, Reo looks at it for a moment wondering if he should just ignore it but ultimately his curiosity wins.
Hopefully it’s just spam.
Or maybe the shipping company letting him know that his order of 300+ Sealshiro plushies are finally en route.
Unfortunately it’s neither.
Even more unfortunately, the sender is the florist he, Nagi, and Ba-ya hired for their wedding and immediately the opening lines of “we regret to inform you that…” don’t exactly put Reo at ease.
What’s worse is that it’s been forwarded to all three of them and sure enough, as Reo continues reading, the news only puts a damper on his spirits. Suddenly, he’s feeling a lot more drained.
Given that money is no issue for either of them, Reo and Nagi are sparing no expense. From the venue (They’ve rented out an entire beach in Kanagawa), to the invitation packages to the vendors, everything has been meticulously chosen by the both of them to ensure top of the line quality and service.
Ba-ya sends him a message to let him know that she’ll handle this, but the headache forms nonetheless. She’s been instrumental in having things run smoothly so far but Reo is sure even she must get exasperated.
What can Reo say? He’s a bit of a perfectionist.
Okay, “a bit” is generous. He likes control, he has a vision and would appreciate that vision being adhered to.
That’s not the issue.
The issue is Nagi.
His sweet, precious treasure whom Reo thought wouldn’t want to take part in the wedding planning process at all had surprised him by showing off his many extensive wedding pinterest boards upon Reo saying yes when he popped the question.
If Reo is a perfectionist of every vendor's nightmare, then Nagi is something worse. He doesn’t even try to be nice like Reo because, in his treasure’s own words, “Why should I be nice to non-Reos?”
Hopefully his treasure hasn’t seen this yet.
Still, while Reo’s willing to give a little grace on certain things, he won't lie and say he’s more than a little peeved at this. An inconvenience doesn’t even cover it, it’s a total departure from their original vision.
This florist was specifically chosen because of their specialization with cacti, what do they mean they don’t think a giant cacti garden for their reception is feasible?
The pressure in his temples doesn’t let up— another notification. From the front desk this time, a signifier that his treasure is almost here. All the while Isagi’s voice chatters on.
“We’re not doing a penalty kick in place of a bouquet toss,” Reo snaps.
It comes out so unintentionally harsh that Reo flinches at the volume of his voice and instantly regrets it, gnawing on his bottom lip nervously when Isagi’s line goes silent.
“I’m sorry,” Reo says, “I didn’t mean to be so… mean, it’s just—“
“Wedding stuff?” Isagi finishes, voice laced with understanding and sympathy.
“Yeah,” Reo sighs, “Wedding stuff.”
There’s another small stretch of silence, but it looks like all the excuses Reo made in his mind are for naught, Isagi finally getting the hint to end things.
“Hmm, well it’s all good. The whole thing must be stressful, huh? I’ll leave you to deal with that stuff.”
“I really am sorry,” Reo says.
“If you wanna make it up to me, consider my idea,” Isagi chirps.
Reo groans dramatically, playing it up in a way to ease the tension that only really exists in his mind and Isagi laughs.
“I’ll run it by Ba-ya and Sei—“
“Yay!”
“No promises though! You know how picky my treasure can be. I’ll talk to you later,” Reo says, the two hanging up.
When the line finally clicks off, Reo feels himself wilt.
Taking a deep breath, Reo rereads the email again, mouth unconsciously twisting downward, displeased as he finishes it one again.
This florist that supposedly specializes in cacti is saying “no” to the magnificent giant cactus garden? What do they mean no? How dare they say they specialize in cacti if they can’t even do this? What the hell is Reo paying for them? The cacti are integral!
How else is Choki going to feel at ease if he’s the only cactus among a variety of flowers there? Sure, Choki blooms a small purple flower every now and then, and he looks to be developing a bud right now, but neither he nor Nagi know when Choki will actually decide to bloom it.
All the questions whirl around Reo’s brain and suddenly he feels a bit nauseous. He’s going to have to break the news to Choki… What kind of father (“mother,” the Nagi in his head corrects), is he going to look like when he tells the disappointing news to their child slash ringbearer slash witness like that?
And his treasure… how is Nagi going to react to—
The door clicks open.
Reo waits with baited breath and as if nothing were wrong at all, Nagi rounds the corner, indoor slippers on and matching Mendokusa tracksuit (today’s variation is black and white). He must’ve not read the email yet.
“I’m back,” Nagi’s tired voice drawls out as if there were a yawn stuck in his throat, “Zantetsu and Chigiri say hi.”
“Welcome home,” Reo says softly, “You didn’t invite them back with you?”
Nagi makes a face, miffy pout combined with a curl to his nose like he’s eaten something too sour.
“Didn’t wanna share Reo’s attention,” Nagi says, making grabby hands at his partner.
And who is Reo to refuse? Opening his arms but making Nagi do the work of walking over to him which, of course, elicits a small groan from his treasure but oh well. Reo can’t hand himself over so easily or else Nagi will really be spoiled.
As soon as his treasure is in his arms, Reo can feel the way the taller man melts, body forming to Reo’s and Reo too lets out a pleased sigh, carding his hands through Nagi’s hair.
Now this is the life. Reo wishes they could just stay like this forever.
Being in Reo’s arms is being home.
Sure, their apartment is nice and all— properly a home unlike the mostly sterile environments Nagi knew back in High School and before, well, before Reo. Lived in and cozy despite the large size, every corner of their apartment contains hints of their presence be it in the form of pictures, clothing that’s been tossed about, or the mountains of merchandise they have of each other.
This is the life.
Nagi could stay like this forever.
“How was the fitting?”
Reo’s voice is so gentle that for a moment Nagi wonders if he’s imagined it, close to falling asleep in his partner’s warm embrace.
“Reo’s gonna want me so bad~” Nagi teases, words slurring together in his tired state as he brings Reo in closer, firm as steady hold making sure the purple haired man can’t escape his grasp.
A kiss on the crown of his head has Nagi melting into a puddle, sinking his body further, mind even more relaxed and leaning his entire weight onto Reo. At this rate, they’re gonna end up falling on the floor.
Shuffling closer to the kitchen island, Reo’s protests go unanswered. Nagi thinks of it more as cute background noise until Reo’s back is finally bumping up against the end of the island.
“Get off, you’re heavy!” Reo says.
His efforts to push Nagi away are halfhearted at best. Seriously, Reo should know by now that Nagi loves when he plays hard to get, should know by now that Reo trying to push him away only makes him cling closer. (Reo knows. It’s why he does it).
“Say you want me,” Nagi says.
“I want you,” Reo says, punctuating his words with another kiss, “You should know that by now,” Another kiss— closer to Nagi’s forehead this time, but the angle is awkward, he ends up placing it over his hair and Nagi almost chuckles when Reo complains of the hair getting stuck to his lip balm.
“So Reo is saying he wants me—“ Nagi says with a suggestive lilt. He’d wiggle his eyebrows if he had the energy or coordination. Or if Reo were able to see him. He thinks it’d get the point across better.
“Sei,” Reo groans, “off.”
“But I need to recharge,” Nagi whines, rubbing his head into the crook of Reo’s neck, “Low battery. Need Reo.”
Reo smiles, Nagi can tell because of the way the feeling of his mouth shifts, upward, lopsided. A smirk.
“Turn me around at least—“
“So Reo wants me to turn him around, huh?” Nagi teases, holding tighter, “Right here in the kitchen? Wow Reo is kind of a—“
“That’s not why!”
Try as Reo might, pushing Nagi away is fruitless. Nagi straightens, gathering whatever energy he’s managed to recoup and pulling away only enough so that he can see Reo’s face and the cute way he tries to bite back a smile.
“I need my hands.” Reo says.
“Reo’s gonna use his hands on me?”
“Sei,” Reo says unimpressed, “You’ve been spending too much time around Otoya and Shidou.”
“But it’s working~” Nagi says, “Cus Reo wants me,” he lifts his head and kisses Reo on the cheek before leaning into his ear, “and I want Reo too,” he says quietly.
“Later,” Reo says, pressing a hand to Nagi’s chest.
With a sigh, Nagi relents, “Okay, okay,”
As soon as he’s let Reo turn around, Nagi is right back on him, clinging to him so that his chest presses against Reo’s back. His partner can feel his heartbeat like this, right? Nagi hopes Reo likes it.
“Reo can use his hands like this,” Nagi says, “So let me finish recharging.”
Reo hums, sparing a hand to ruffle Nagi’s hair before pulling out his phone and typing away furiously, angling it a way that his privacy screen doesn’t give Nagi a good look to snoop. He pouts, already missing having Reo’s full attention, he speaks again.
“I brought you a croissant by the way,” Nagi says, voice muffled by Reo’s sweater.
“That’s nice,” Reo mumbles, “Thanks treasure,” he says as he ruffles Nagi’s hair again.
Nagi’s pout grows.
His wife (you heard that right, because in Nagi’s mind they’ve been married since their first date in Harajuku) hasn’t his full attention on him, something which should be a crime.
Punishment? Having to give Nagi one hundred kisses. Now that he thinks about it, Reo hasn’t given him a kiss on the lips even once since he got back… that is an even bigger crime. What is with the Seishirophobia today?
Nevermind the fact that they’re still standing when their living room couch is only a few feet away practically begging for them to lay down and cuddle and maybe take a nap, or, and here him out on this, a nice warm bath with Reo—
We must stay focused, Nagi thinks to himself.
Reo.
Amazing Reo.
Beautiful Reo.
Charming, handsome, lovely Reo.
Even at this awkward angle, Nagi cranes his neck to study his partner’s face, appreciating it like the work of art he is. Reo’s hair is getting longer, Nagi wonders how he’s gonna style it for the wedding. A cute bun maybe? Half up, half down? Whatever Reo decides, Nagi knows one thing and that’s that Reo will look drop dead gorgeous as per usual.
God, he hopes Reo wears a veil like Nagi’s been not-so-subtly hinting at. And maybe a tiara cus’ he’s fancy or whatever.
Closing his eyes, Nagi takes a deep breath, inhaling Reo’s scent, an action that if anyone were here to watch them, they’d probably be creeped out.
Not Reo, though.
In fact his partner barely registers it despite the obviousness of Nagi’s actions, long since used to his peculiar behavior or maybe it’s that because Reo behaves the same way sometimes, it doesn’t seem out of the ordinary at all. Reo’s face is focused, a bit stern as he looks at his phone, cute little eyebrows knitted downward and a frown starting to pull down at his lips.
Nagi wants to kiss it away.
“What’s with the face,” Nagi finally asks, voice muffled and blowing puffs of warmth against Reo’s neck that has the man stifling a laugh and Nagi can already feel the swell of pride at having gotten the frown to leave even if only for a moment.
“Stop that!” Reo chides, flicking Nagi’s forehead but it does nothing to deter the man.
If anything it only encourages Nagi.
“Hmmm… don’t wanna,” Nagi says, purposefully blowing air this time before pressing a firm kiss down that has Reo clicking his tongue, but his face undeniably flushes.
“Have you checked your email today?” Reo asks.
There’s a hint of nervousness in his voice that has the sleepiness in Nagi’s body pause. He stands a little straighter, tightening his hold around Reo and relaxing it a few times.
“No,” Nagi responds after a while, “Did something happen?”
“They said no to the cactus garden,” Reo says softly.
Nagi is silent for a second.
Mulling over Reo’s words, there’s no point in pulling out his phone to confirm, Reo wouldn’t lie about something as serious as this. No to the cacti garden? Nagi purses his lips in distaste. The florist that they hired supposedly specializes in it so in Nagi’s opinion this seems like a breach in contract. If he had the energy, he’d call right now and demand for the deposit back, hell— Nagi ought to serve them papers and sue their asses for not delivering what they promised along with the emotional distress it’s caused his wife and child, because how is Choki going to feel if he’s the only cactus there?
In his arms, Nagi can feel the way Reo stiffens, no doubt nervous about Nagi’s reaction and, well, valid. Nagi hasn’t exactly been the easiest customer to please throughout the planning. But right now isn’t the time to call— no, Nagi has a much better idea, one that involves getting Reo’s attention on him.
Pitching his voice up a little bit and using the most innocent tone he can muster, Nagi opens his mouth, “But how is Choki gonna feel comfortable if he’s the only cactus there?” he asks, cocking his head to the side for good measure.
Even though Reo can’t see the full effect, his partner no doubt feels it. Not to brag, but Nagi’s partner is an expert in the study of Seishirology. Reo no doubt can tell Nagi’s putting on a cute distraught face, but also pick out the genuine concern.
Reo responds, “That’s what I said!”
He stomps his foot a little too.
Wow, Nagi is always steps away from dying of Reo’s cuteness.
“He’s got a bud,” Nagi mumbles, “But who knows when it’s gonna bloom… I could—“
“You don’t have to worry about it, treasure! Me and Ba-ya will surely figure it out!” Reo says proudly.
And how can Nagi deny him when his partner is looking all cute and triumphant. Even so, Nagi, with his PhD in Reology can see beyond it, the small bits of uncertainty that cling to him and the way he tries to hide his vulnerability.
“You guys don’t have to do it on your own, I can call them,” Nagi says.
There’s a moment where Nagi’s hold on Reo loosens just enough for his partner to spin himself around, if only so that he can give Nagi a look.
“You know what you’re like when it comes to these things,” Reo says.
Pouting, Nagi finally takes the opportunity to kiss Reo properly, a quick peck to his partner's lips that has Reo blinking owlishly when he pulls back just as quickly.
“Wha—”
“We’re getting married,” Nagi proclaims.
“Yeah?” Reo says.
“We’re getting married!” Nagi says again, louder this time, more fervent and the energy rubs off on Reo.
“Yeah!” he cheers.
“Reo’s gonna be my wife,” Nagi says.
“Yeah!— wait, why am I the wife?”
“Cus Reo looks good in white, next question,” Nagi says, but then interrupts Reo as he’s about to speak, “Actually I have more to say.”
And this time, Reo waits patiently, still wearing a cute look of confusion that Nagi doesn’t resist this time, kissing him again and just as quickly snapping a photo at the reaction that follows for his Reo folder.
“Let me call,” Nagi says, speaking again when Reo begins to open his mouth in protest, “I promise I’ll be nice and calm about it.”
“But—”
“Don’t you believe in me?” Nagi asks, trying to act cute, “Reo shouldn’t have to do everything alone. I’m with Reo. Till’ the end, remember?”
“You—”
“I won’t go bridezilla,” Nagi sighs, “I still have too many ideas in my pinterest boards for the floral arrangements for us and trying to find a new one at this point would be such a hassle.”
“Half of those things aren’t even flowers we can legally get in Japan,” Reo says, “Half of those things aren’t even wedding related at all!”
“Shhh,” Nagi presses another kiss onto Reo’s lips, “But I want them there~ give me more control. I know Reo likes to be nice, but sometimes Reo is too nice,”
Laughing, Reo smiles wide, “Some would say I’m already too much of a control freak for this—”
“Names. Now. Whoever speaks ill of my Reo needs to die,” Nagi interrupts.
Reo ignores him, “We don’t need two bridezillas.”
“Why not?” Nagi whines, “It’s our wedding. If the vendors want their money and the promotion of having provided a service to us, then they’re just gonna have to suck it up.”
“And everyone else?” Reo asks skeptically.
“If they’re really our friends, then they’ll just have to put up with it,” Nagi sticks his tongue out.
“Hah!”
“We’re in this together okay?” Nagi whispers, “Right now and forever. Until the end, you promised me.”
Reo is quiet for a moment, eyes sparkling as he looks at Nagi and Nagi feels like he must’ve said the right words because, wow, does Reo look beautiful right now.
“Right,” Reo swallows, “You and me till the end!”
“Let’s try and figure this out then,” Nagi says.
“Let’s!”
The solution to not having a big cactus garden? It takes longer than expected, but ultimately, they land on incorporating smaller cacti and flowering cacti and succulents into more of the decor and even the centerpieces for the dinner.
Nagi, for the most part, was relegated to moral support, skillfully holding his tongue and relishing in the praise Reo showered him with for remaining civil.
Taking the back seat also meant watching in amazement as Reo worked his charm and giving Reo words of affirmation and encouragement and he watched his partner and Ba-ya negotiate further with their florist. (Nagi still thinks they deserve a discount for the inconvenience but okay).
With one final sigh, Reo hangs up the phone, falling into Nagi’s chest and letting his body relax, Nagi immediately taking the opportunity to latch on.
“Anything else I should know about,” Nagi asks softly after a while “I don’t want Reo to feel like he has to do everything on his own, if you’re getting this stressed then Reo should let me handle stuff too, I’ll behave just for Reo~ I’ll be your good boy forever and ever—”
“Isagi wants us to do a penalty kick instead of a bouquet toss,” Reo says without hesitation.
“That’s stupid,” is Nagi’s immediate answer.
“I know right? I told him—“
“A bouquet toss is basically just a throw-in, there’s no point in doing a shoot out plus kicking it would be a waste of the flowers,” Nagi says.
The intention of his answer is completely serious and yet Reo begins laughing. Softly at first and then into something loud and boisterous, something so very Reo.
“Treasure!” Reo exclaims, “You’re so—“
“I love you,” Nagi says. Quiet but reverent. Not nearly at the volume of Reo’s voice and yet his words reach his partner nevertheless, Reo’s face shifting through a range of emotions in that cute way Nagi will never get tired of seeing.
“I love you too,” Reo says, punctuating it with a kiss.
“You know…”
“Hm?”
“We could just elope tonight…” Nagi says.
“Treasure?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you and I wanna marry you so bad, but so many people would actually kill me if we show up to the wedding already married.”
“Boo,” Nagi pouts, “They’d have to get through me first. If they hurt Reo then the only ones getting killed will be them.”
“Treasure,” Reo warns.
Nagi sighs, conceding, “Well, I guess I don’t want Reo to die… not before me.”
“So you’re fine with waiting?” Reo giggles.
Nagi sighs again, more dramatically, “I would wait for Reo no matter what.”
“Thanks,” Reo says, yawning as he cuddles closer to Nagi’s chest, breathing even and deep until eventually he’s asleep.
“Mhm,” Nagi hums, quietly so as to not disturb his partner, pushing some of his hair out of the way and pressing a firm kiss onto Reo’s forehead, “No problem.”
“So about that bouquet toss—“
Isagi’s voice is cut off by Reo.
“We’ve reached a decision,” Reo says.
“And?”
“We’re doing a bouquet throw-in,” Nagi yawns.
The line goes quiet for a moment, but before Reo can ask if their friend is okay, Isagi is screaming like he’s just scored a hattrick. He says something about having to tell “everyone” the “good news,” before hanging up on them.
“Guess he’s happy?” Reo says with a smile.
“Guess so,” Nagi says, “… You think when Isagi gets married to a football, he’ll make the ball wear a veil?”
“…”
“Reo?”
“Go back to sleep, treasure,” Reo says.
“Okay… Reo?”
“Yeah?”
“Can Reo wear a veil for me? Pretty please,” Nagi says with a weak voice, drifting off before he hears an answer.
Reo just smiles and kisses his forehead.
That’s a discussion for another time.