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1 แƒฆ ๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ (2020)
๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“‘๐“ฎ๐“ฐ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ
๐“œ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“•๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ฆ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“œ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“’๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐”‚
๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ก๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ผ
๐“น๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ฐ๐“พ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐“ต๐“ฎ ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ฏ๐“ฎ ๐“ท๐“พ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ธ โง ๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐”‚๐“น๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฎ โง ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐”€ ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป โง ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ โง ๐“ป๐“พ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐” โง ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ด๐“ฎ๐“ป
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ซ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ด ๐“ซ๐“ธ๐”
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ โง ๐“ท๐“ธ ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐”€๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ญ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ฏ๐“ต๐“ธ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฌ๐“ป๐“ธ๐”€๐“ท
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ซ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ป๐”‚ ๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ฟ๐“ฎ โง ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ ๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ช ๐“น๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฏ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ช๐“ต
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ด๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ฏ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฑ ๐“ซ๐“ธ๐”€๐“ต
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐”๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ฃ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ด๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“ช ๐“š๐“ฎ๐“ฒ'๐“ผ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฏ๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐”‚
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐”€ ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต๐”‚
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“น๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“น๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚ โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฐ-๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“Ÿ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ฝ ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ญ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ธ โง ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐”‚ ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ซ๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฎ โง ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“น๐“ธ๐“ผ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ซ๐“ต๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป โง ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ โง ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐” โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ช๐“ฏ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฑ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ด๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ท
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ โง ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ญ ๐“ฏ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ'๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚ โง ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ฎ๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“น๐“ธ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฝ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ธ โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐”€๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐”€๐“ฎ ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฐ๐“ธ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฎ โง ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ'๐“ผ ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฎ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป โง ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ โง ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ข๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐”ƒ๐“ช๐”€๐“ช
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐” โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ธ ๐”€๐“ฑ๐“ธ ๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ญ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ซ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฎ ๐“ฐ๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ซ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ป
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฝ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚ โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ช๐“ต๐“ฎ
โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ” โ—ฆ โ™ก โ—ฆ โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”
๐“”๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ž๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐“ ๐“๐“ฎ๐”€ ๐“ฆ๐“ช๐”‚ ๐“ž๐“ฏ ๐“›๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“จ๐“ธ๐“พ
๐“”๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ž๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐“ ๐“‘๐“ฒ๐“ฐ ๐“—๐“ช๐“น๐“น๐”‚ ๐“•๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐”‚
๐“”๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฃ๐”€๐“ธ โ๐“š.๐“ฃโž โง ๐“Ÿ๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“œ๐“ช๐“ด๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ
๐“”๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฃ๐”€๐“ธ โ๐“š.๐“ฃโž โง ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“Ÿ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ ๐“ฃ๐“ช๐“ซ๐“ต๐“ฎ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ข๐“ฎ๐”
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𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 #𝟏 - 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 - ❝𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐒❞ ✓
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 - ❝𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔❞
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 - ❝𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘❞

[THIRD POV] 

"I've made my decision."

The men's hearts stopped.

They froze, listening closely at (Y/N)'s upcoming words.

What she would say would change everything.

She pushes a few stands of hair behind her ear, giving them a gleeful smile.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you guys."

"I would... like to marry you guys."

"And hope to have a family with you guys in the future."

They all let out a deep, heavy sigh, relief had overcome them.

Their (Y/N) had chosen the life they had dreamt about.

And there was nothing more that they wanted.

They all stopped what they were doing and went to (Y/N), hugging her. They were so happy, so full of positivity, and they were glad that they weren't leaving her.

"We're so thankful for you to have chosen this," Keiji tells her, "We couldn't imagine a life without you."

"It would be so unbearable for all five of us and you to be separated," Kenma says, hugging her from behind, "But... I am glad you feel the same way as we do."

She could feel their relief radiating off of them, she almost felt bad that she was stressing them out that much.

"Have you guys... been talking about this...?" she asks them, letting go of their hug.

"Uh-"

"Would you be surprised-"

(Y/N) blinked.

"Well you guys are big and scary," (Y/N) says, "I never thought you five would ever want to marry and have kids."

"Fucking you without a condom?" Koutarou and Tetsurou winked at her, "Now that's an opportunity we'd never miss-"

Keiji and Kenma both smack their best-friends, twice. 

Even though all five of them had that same thought.

"Shut up."

"You're ruining the mood."

"More like setting it-"

Smack.

Kei was the one who slapped them this time. 

(Y/N) laughed when the two oldest of the group were getting scolded at; she thought it was ironic that the two men who were quite intimidating were also the most immature.

Well, she too couldn't disagree with the fact that one day, they will fuck her without that plastic barrier. 

Made her a bit wetter than her thought-

Despite that...

She was happy.

Happy that the men shared the same vision of a future with her.

And she couldn't want to begin that life.

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

A month has passed from when (Y/N) had made her final decision. She was going to marry the five wealthy men in about seven months.

Right now, she was engaged; the men had given her a diamond ring, to signify that she was ready to marry her beloved men. The men stuck with a thin silver ring that was wrapped around their fingers. They decided to keep it simple for themselves before they decide on the big finale.

Since months have passed, a lot of things happened. The men and (Y/N) were busy, planning their future wedding. They did not waste any days, as they planned for everything.

The things they needed to take care of were the location of the wedding, the clothes, the food and beverages, and the guestlist.

Plus the rings all of them would wear.

(Y/N) and the men were fairly excited. Their lives would be changing soon, and they're all ready for it.

Well, for the most part anyway.

The men and (Y/N) were in Miyagi, where they would be meeting with all of Karasuno. They were the last gang to find out about the engagement, and they were going to Miyagi for many different reasons.

One of them was for (Y/N); they wanted her to spend some time with Tanaka Kiyoko and Yamaguchi Hitoka. They thought it would be best for her to mingle with her friends to get advice and just for old times sake.

Walking into the headquarters, (Y/N) was engulfed with the warm embrace of her two friends, Kiyoko and Hitoka. She hugged them back happily, as she missed them too much.

"Hi!"

"(Y/N)!!!"

"Hi (Y/N)."

"How are you guys?!"

"We're good, how about you?!"

"Never been better!"

The girls were laughing and smiling around; all of the men around them were soaked with the positive atmosphere. They were quite affected by the positivity that radiated off of the three girls.

After all, it had been one of the first times where they could be themselves.

"Let's go into our rooms!"

"We have a room?"

"Yeah! We have a big one here that's just for us!"

"Oh my- let's go!"

Hitoka and Kiyoko both lead (Y/N) to the room after they all bid the men a small goodbye. The headquarters was quite big, and the girls had set up a room just for the three of them to spend their week in.

The room was more than spacious. There was a large bed full of satin sheets and fluffy pillows, as well as a whole refrigerator in the corner with a mini kitchen.

There was a large flat screen television, a Wii, and even a claw machine.

It was a dream sleepover space, and (Y/N) was amazed.

"Wow," she gasped as she felt the material of the carpet under her, "Everything is so perfect."

"Right!" Hitoka exclaimed in happiness, "It took us years to make this room like this!"

"It must have," she said, exploring the various things inside, "It's so expensive."

"Our husbands will give us anything as long as we ask."

"My men would do the same." (Y/N) laughed.

They all sat on the bed to plan for the week; they decided they should all sleep together since the bed was big enough for all three of them.

They explained to (Y/N) that the fridge was just full of snacks and junk food, but that doesn't mean they should throw their health away.

"On second thought," Hitoka said, "Let's just do anything."

"Yeah," Kiyoko agreed, "The men won't have anything on us."

"Yes!"

So it was decided that they would throw their health away.

R.I.P healthiness. 

"Who needs it anyway," Hitoka said, grabbing a can of whip cream, "We shouldn't care what others think."

"You're right!" Hitoka squeezed some whip cream into her mouth, "Hitoka, I want someee."

"Open your mouth!"

She did so, and Hitoka filled her mouth with the whip cream. It was sweet and fluffy, and it was good. 

Kiyoko opened a bag of chips and dipped them into a dip. The other two joined her, and they eventually opened a lot of other stuff.

They played some truth and dare, and they ended the night in giggles and happiness.

In the distance, in the billiards room, the men were playing some darts, poker, and pool. 

The five men were gathered at the poker table where they gambled with Daichi, Ryuunosuke, Tadashi, Sugawara.

"So, how's it going guys?" Sugawara asks the five men, "It's been quite a while since we've even called."

"Sorry for the lack of communication," Tetsurou apologized, "We've just been busy with... other things."

Tetsurou winked at the wealthy men, but only Koutarou returned that wink. The others facepalmed and look disappointed.

"Is something up?" Tadashi asks.

"Yeah, but we'll tell you soon."

"Oookay then," Daichi places his cards down, "Definitely not suspicious."

"Don't worry Daichi," Sugawara pats his shoulder, "We have a surprise too."

The five men raised their brows.

"Tell us."

"Not until you tell us what you guys are hiding."

"As if-"

"We're engaged."

The room fell silent; everyone stopped what they were doing.

"What-"

"To (Y/N)."

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

"I knew it!"

"Pay up bitch!"

"Fuck you."

The room erupted in once again, chaos. Some people had gambled their soon-to-be marriage. Some lost at that said gamble. Some people were weary of the idea. And some were just plain happy.

"Congratulations," Asahi said, clapping his hands and nearly crying, "When is the wedding?"

"In seven months, roughly."

"Will we be invited?"

"Of course," Kei answered, "(Y/N) is in charge of the guestlist, but knowing her and her laziness, she will just invite everyone."

Karasuno, overall, was happy for the men and (Y/N). Marriage was never on the table when it came to the five men, simply because they were just fuckboys. 

But now they were in for settling, settling in for a future. Their lives were about to change, for the better, and they were sharing that with their beloved (Y/N).

"So what's going to be the attire? The location?"

"That's yet to be decided," Kenma said, "Right now, our initial plan is to get married near (Y/N)'s mother's birthplace. She would like for us to get married in the city where her mother grew up in."

"Is that final?"

"We are 90% sure that it is final," Keiji said, "If my Princess wants to get married in the Eastern part, then that's where we will get married."

"I see," Daichi said, "That's in Fukurodani and Nekoma's territory."

"Yeah, so all in all, it's not that bad."

"What about clothes?"

"We're just going to do normal black and white tuxes," Koutarou answered, "Our ties will be identical to our gangs colors though."

"Is that also finalized?"

"I think so," Tetsurou turns to Keiji, "Originally, Keiji was going to design our suits but..."

Keiji sighed.

"Our cats scratched my designs up."

The men burst out in laughter; Keiji had said it in such a monotonous way, it almost sounded as if he as used to explaining the story.

"It took me a week to even measure everyone's height and lengths, another week of sketching, then one more week of lining, and the day I was going to bring it to my advisors, my cats somehow found it and used it to their own entertainment."

"Wait- bahaha-" Ryuunosuke couldn't stop laughing, "S-So Mr. Pretty Eyes had a whole sophisticated layout of the suits and it was all ruined by some cats?!"

Keiji sadly nodded. Kenma put his hand on his shoulder, but Keiji shook his head.

"It's okay, I'm used to the pain."

"Sheesh," Tetsurou said, "Our cats may be grown now, but they're still little shits."

"Why are you so mean to them...?" Tadashi asks him.

"He's not lying Tadashi," Kei answered, "Those cats are fucking annoying."

"All they do is meow and hiss at us when we try to go to (Y/N)."

"They scratch us when we try to talk to (Y/N)."

"They even block our way when we try to walk to (Y/N)."

"One time, me and (Y/N) were making out in the kitchen and I propped her on the counter, and just when I start undressing (Y/N), that stupid fucking cat, Tooru, bites my ankles, causing them to bleed."

"I never got to fuck (Y/N) in the end..." Koutarou frowned.

Ryuunosuke and Nishinoya both fall in laughter, causing Koutarou to frown even more.

"They're all getting cock blocked by fucking cats!"

"That's so sad!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Tetsurou yelled at the two.

"Now why do you still have them if they're such an annoyance?" Daichi asks, curious and amused.

"Because of (Y/N)," Kenma answered, "She loves them, and they make her smile."

"And as long as she looks and feels that way."

"Then we won't take that away from her."

"Aww," Sugawara cooed, "Look at them, they're growing up."

"We've always been grown up-"

"Wait hold on!" Koutarou exclaimed, throwing his cards flat on the table, "We told you what we were hiding, now tell us what you guys are hiding!"

Daichi and Sugawara start to sweat.

"Uh-"

"You see here-"

"They're dating." Asahi says.

"W..."

"What?!"

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

"So Daichi and Suga are dating???"

"They are!" 

"Oh my- who do you think tops..."

"Personally... I think Suga," Kiyoko whispers to the two, "He may look like an angel, but I swear he's the devil in bed..."

"How would you know that?" Hitoka smirks. 

"Just look at it."

"Daichi may be more of leader than Suga, but in bed, I bet they're opposites."

"Suga has to be the dom, and Daichi has to be the sub."

"How much you want to bet?" Hitoka pulls her wallet out of her purse.

"I'll bet that they're switches." (Y/N) chirps in.

"And I'll bet that Daichi is the dom and Suga is the sub."

"Fine," Kiyoko smiles, "Then let's bet one thousand."

"One-"

"One thousand?!" Hitoka and (Y/N) exclaim.

"Yeah," Kiyoko nodded, "It's not that much."

"Kiyoko that's how much I used to earn in only one week!"

"You earned one thousand per week?!"

"That was a long time ago!"

The girls started to throw their salaries out the window, talking about the issues of the wages at this time of age. 

Kiyoko right now wasn't working for an unknown reason. Hitoka's schedule was that she would work at home from Saturday to Tuesday and the rest of the days were spent at the Karasuno's main building. (Y/N) wasn't even working.

After their commotion about the rather intriguing wager and wages, they calmed down by eating some ice-cream. For some reason, Kiyoko dipped a celery stick into the ice-cream, which made the other two question her. They nonetheless left her alone, and the topic went onto (Y/N).

"So what have you been doing for the last few months?" Kiyoko asks (Y/N).

"Nothing much," she smiled, "Just getting married soon, that's all."

"M..."

"Married?!"

(Y/N) nods, setting her spoon down. "I was waiting to tell you guys, but I couldn't find the right time..."

"You should've told us right when you got here!"

"Yeah! What the hell (Y/N)!"

"I'm sorry," she laughed, "All of this is still new to me."

"What is?"

"This life," she answered, "I've been my own person for a long time now, but I am getting married with the five people who I love."

"It is a big transition," Kiyoko nodded, taking another bite of the ice-cream, "But don't worry (Y/N), everything will be fine."

"You think?"

"I know," she smiled, "Now c'mon, I bet you have a bunch of questions."

"I do..." she laughed a bit, "Is... Is the wedding nerve-wracking?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like..." (Y/N) sighed, "The people watching... there's going to be a lot of people watching."

"Well it's a wedding," Hitoka said, "Of course there will be some people watching, especially since the wealthy men are quite popular in terms of the gang world."

"And it might be a little nerve-wracking, but it's a big day," Kiyoko put her hands on (Y/N)'s, "You will be like a celebrity when you walk down that aisle, all eyes will be on you, but that is because no one wants to forget the moment on when you get married."

"I see," (Y/N) said, understanding, "My only other question would be..."

"Would you two be the honor of being my bridesmaids?"

Kiyoko and Hitoka both nod happily, tears escaping their eyes as they hugged (Y/N). They had never been bridesmaids, only at each other's weddings, so this was a big thing for not only (Y/N), but for the other two.

"Wait! What about the maid of honor?!"

"I don't know... you two are my only two friends that are female..."

"Then... Kiyoko!" Hitoka says, "You will be the maid of honor!"

"What? Why not you?"

"You're older," Hitoka said, "Plus, I think you would be better at this thing than I am."

"Well if you insist..."

"Then it's final!" Hitoka says, "Kiyoko will be your maid of honor, and I will be the bridesmaid!"

"Are you sure?" (Y/N) asks them.

"No, are you sure?" 

"I'm more than happy with this, but I don't want there to be any pressure-"

"There's no pressure (Y/N)!" Hitoka cups (Y/N)'s face, squishing her cheeks, "You don't know how long Kiyoko and I have been waiting for this!"

"Being a bridesmaid... standing next to the bride..."

"We've never had the opportunity to do this with other girls; it has always only been me and Kiyoko," Hitoka explained, her tone getting softer, "So... when you sparked the question up, we just felt so happy...!"

"We've been waiting for this moment!"

Kiyoko and Hitoka only had connections with girls from the other gangs, but even so, none of them were married or planned to get married. It was a respective decision, but the two had wished they would at least attend a wedding a few times before they settled completely.

And now when (Y/N) proposed the question to them, they've never felt so happy.

They were ready to help (Y/N) onto her next stage of life.

"Um... Kiyoko," (Y/N) pointed at her ice-cream, "Why are you dipping pickles in there..."

"You've been acting strange too," Hitoka squinted at her, "What is up with you..."

"Well my surprise isn't as big as (Y/N)'s," Kiyoko gets up and closes the pickle jar, "But I've been meaning to tell you guys something too."

The blonde and the (H/C) haired girl both raised their brows as Kiyoko softly grinned at them.

"I'm pregnant."

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」 

"You know," Ryuunosuke says, "Sometimes I think why Daichi and Suga are together..."

"Why?" Asahi asks.

"If you think about it... they should have gotten together back in high-school..."

"Ryuu," Asahi sweat-dropped, "Please don't tell me that you're still fretting over Daichi's ex..."

"Yui was a psycho, I tell you!"

The two were walking back to the billiards room after grabbing a snack, but as they passed the girls' room, they heard immense crying.

They immediately got worried, and they burst into the room.

Hitoka, (Y/N), and Kiyoko were all crying with ice-cream splattered on the floor. 

Ryuunosuke facepalmed, and Asahi was panicking.

"What happened-!?"

"Leave them be," Ryuunosuke says, "Kiyoko has that weird mood swing again."

"Her emotions probably affected the other two."

"Mood swings?!"

"Kiyoko's pregnant," Ryuunosuke informs Asahi, causing him to faint, "It's been about a month since- A-"

"Asahi?!"

Ryuunosuke just killed Asahi.

"Nice kill!" Hinata whispers out loud.

As Hinata crept out of the kitchen with Kageyama, one holding a milk box and the other holding half of a sandwich, Ryuunosuke glared at them.

"Shut up! Asahi has always been the man who was never good with knowing these kinds of stuffs."

"Now help me drag him back to the billiards room!"

Scarfing their foods into their mouths, they quickly help Ryuunosuke drag Asahi's body back to the billiards. There, they earned quite questionable looks.

"Alright, who killed Asahi this time?" Daichi asks unapprovingly as he stares at the man who was unconscious.

"I didn't-"

"Ryuu did!"

"You snitches!" 

"Ryuu, why did you kill Asahi?"

"It wasn't my fault! It's his fragile heart!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I told him that Kiyoko was pregnant."

"K..."

"Kiyoko is pregnant?!"

The billiards room yet again filled with chaos, and this time, the girls joined them. 

In coming were the three girls who were sniffling; their husbands came into rescue, coddling them into their arms.

"Babe," Ryuunosuke rubs her tummy as he calms her down, "Stop crying."

"B-But..."

"Honey," Tadashi chuckled nervously as he hugged Hitoka, "This is the third time you've done this in just one week, I am starting to think you are pregnant too."

"You said you used protection!"

"Princess-"

"Baby-!"

"Babe-"

"(Y/N)..."

"Why are you crying...?"

All five of the wealthy men went to (Y/N), trying to make her stop crying, but she only cried even harder and so did the other girls.

"Kiyoko is pregnant!"

"Daichi and Suga are dating!"

"And (Y/N)'s getting married!"

The three girls were an emotional mess, and their dear lovers only sweat-dropped. Asahi was dead, and everyone else just watched this scene unfold.

"Oh dear..."

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

The big wedding day came. About seven months after the reveal, time flew by rather quickly.

Their wedding was located near the Nekoma territory. For (Y/N), they decided to marry near her mother's birthplace.

The location was breath-taking. Everything was in place. There were two sides, but no one was taking any. 

Everyone from Aoba Johsai, Fukurodani, Nekoma, and Karasuno was invited, and they all attended.

Inside of the house near the wedding, (Y/N) was finally ready. She was all set. Her white wedding dress fitted perfectly on her. Her makeup was astounding, thanks to the artist. And her hair was put just the way she liked it.

Her wedding dress showed a part of her lower back, revealing the tattoo that helped her make her decision. It was still black and inked clearly, so it could show everyone that she was now her own person.

Instead now, she was going to marry five men. Five men who loved her very much.

Kiyoko and Hitoka had to hold their tears back as (Y/N) stood up. 

"You look so beautiful," Kiyoko says, hugging (Y/N); her stomach was larger than before, as she was eight months pregnant, "I'm going to cry..."

"You'll ruin your amazing makeup," (Y/N) was also on the verge of tears, "I love you both."

"Thank you."

Hitoka joined in on the hug, and they quietly rehearsed on what (Y/N) was doing. She was nervous, not as much as seven months ago, but still, she was anxious.

"You're going to be great," Hitoka assured her, as the two let go of (Y/N), "Just breathe."

(Y/N) nodded, fanning her eyes to stop her from crying.

As the makeup artist and hair stylist bid their farewell and congratulations to (Y/N), another figure joins them. Kiyoko and Hitoka quickly notice as (Y/N) turns her back to fix her dress, and they leave quietly, for respective purposes.

"(Y/N)," the deep voice called her; she noticed it quite quickly, and she turned around, "Hey-"

"Dad!" she said happily, "Oh my God-"

"Hey kiddo," Ukai hugged her as she ran into his arms, "Careful, I don't want all of that makeup to be ruined."

She took his word, but she still hugged him.

Ukai Keishin practically adopted (Y/N), as she saw him as her father figure. Ukai had felt the same, seeing (Y/N) as his daughter. The two established this relationship just months after he cared for her.

And it had been decided that Ukai would be her father in this wedding, walking her down the aisle.

"You look beautiful," Ukai said, looking at her dress, "Did Keiji design this?"

"He did," (Y/N) smiled, "But it was designed just for me."

"I see," Ukai grinned, "I am glad those boys are treating you well."

He cracked his knuckles.

"Or I would have to beat them."

(Y/N) sweat-dropped. "You don't have to..."

Ukai was going to say something; but the bells rung outside, signifying that the bride should walk in the aisle soon. Ukai looked at (Y/N), smiling softly at his daughter.

"Shall we?" he put his arm out for (Y/N) to take it, and she did.

"Of course."

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

Everyone in the audience of the wedding was sitting, talking quietly and admiring the environment. The wedding was placed right on the cherry blossom season, so many petals were falling, showing a scene that was quite majestic. 

In the front rows, those were for the older people. And there were two empty seats, one for (Y/N)'s deceased mother, and one for Ukai Keishin, her adoptive father. 

The five wealthy men were in their classic tuxedos; their ties matched the color of their respective gangs.

They were waiting anxiously for their (Y/N) to come out; it had been five minutes since the bells have rung.

Beside the men were their best men.

Kei's was Tadashi.

Tetsurou's was Yaku.

Koutarou's was Sarukui.

Keiji's was Konoha.

Kenma's was Taketora.

They stood there with classic tuxes as well.

On the opposite side stood Kiyoko, Hitoka...

And Kimi.

Her friend from le cafe nuit.

She was invited when they returned to the center city from their trip at Miyagi, and Kimi was surprised with how much she has been through.

Nonetheless, she was there for her friend, even if she disappeared for like two years.

The bells rung once more, signifying that the bride is walking down the aisle now. Looking at the aisle, they saw (Y/N), the beautiful (Y/N), walking with her arm hooked with Ukai. 

Everyone stood, watching the bride and the bride's father walked gracefully on the red carpet, they were like celebrities. Ukai was especially proud that he got to take this position, he truly loved (Y/N) as his own.

They parted ways as (Y/N) met the end, and she stood in front of the five wealthy men.

They were on the verge of crying.

Their (Y/N) looked absolutely stunning.

The dress made just for her... her bright (E/C) eyes... her unimaginably flawless (H/C) hair... 

Her everything.

This moment stained their minds and heart forever.

The priest in between them commenced the wedding, and they started with the announcements.

"Anyone who has any objections to this may speak now."

The atmosphere suddenly turned tense. Those ten seconds were filled with glares from the bridesmaids and the groomsmen.

The five wealthy men and (Y/N) couldn't see it, but the bridesmaids and groomsmen were sending threatening glares and devilish smiles to the audience.

"If you have any objections, you might as well fight me."

After those ten seconds, the priest continued, as no one dared to object (Y/N) and the five wealthy men.

"Since there are none, then we will proceed with the vows."

The priest nodded for (Y/N) to go first, and she gladly did so.

"I never really imagined that I would be marrying my kidnappers," she lightly laughed, "But I also never really imagined doing anything other than working for the rest of my life."

"I am thankful for having to meet such wonderful people; we may have started a bit on the rough edge... but I think that is how most things start," she said, "You showed me that the gang life isn't all about gun and drugs, but it's establishing mutual relationships with people who share similar views."

"It's about working to protect those who you care about, and those who aren't doing right."

"It's about... the wealth that they work hard for... the power they don't misuse... and the love they share for each other..."

"And I think after realizing all of this... I am ready to start anew..."

"With you guys as my husbands, and as me as your wife."

That was (Y/N)'s vows, and the priest was honestly touched. He then turned to the other five men, who each had a big vow that they decided to split into five parts. It went from oldest to youngest: Koutarou, Tetsurou, Kenma, Keiji, and then Kei.

"(Y/N), when we first met at le cafe nuit, I really thought you were just going to end up as a one night stand... not gonna lie about that; but you really were different," Koutarou said, "You were so shy and conserved, it was so cute. It wasn't forced either, that's what made it even cuter. To see you crawl out of your shell like a turtle made me happy because it let me know that you weren't scared of us anymore."

"And when we had to bring you away to Miyagi for the first time, we were so worried that you might get the wrong idea of how dangerous we are... so I was against the idea," Tetsurou says, "But... you showed us that you were definitely not that shy girl anymore; you were a badass intelligent woman who took risks, even against us. And that's kinda hot babe."

"Anyway-" Kenma shot a glare at Tetsurou, "I am just thankful for you to have chosen us to be in your future, it has definitely been a blessing from the Gods. We promise to continue taking care of you and your heart."

"We will continue working hard, and we will protect you until we take our last breath." Keiji says.

"After all, (Y/N), if we had the choice between loving you and breathing," Kei finalizes, "We will use our last breath to say I love you."

In the gang world, it was unexpected on if you would live to see the next day or not, and the men did not waste a chance to tell (Y/N) that they loved her. They never knew when it would be their last day.

Or her's.

The men's vows were done, and the priest nodded, softly smiling to himself.

"We will now declare the marriage using the rings," Keiji takes the rings from Konoha; (Y/N) moves closer to the men, "Please repeat after me."

The men were going to say this repeat it after the priest.

"With this ring, I thee wed."

"With this ring, I thee wed..."

"And with it, I bestow upon thee all the treasures of my mind, heart, and hands."

"...and with it, I bestow upon thee all the treasures of my mind, heart, and hands."

"(Y/N), we give you this ring as a symbol of our love."

"(Y/N), we give you this ring as a symbol of our love."

 "As it encircles your finger, may it remind you always that you are surrounded by our enduring love."

 "As it encircles your finger, may it remind you always that you are surrounded by our enduring love."

"Do you both pledge to share your lives openly with one another, and to speak the truth in love?"

"We do."

"Do you promise to honor and tenderly care for one another, cherish and encourage each other, stand together, through sorrows and joys, hardships and triumphs for all the days of your lives?"

"We do."

"May these rings be blessed as a symbol of your union. As often as either of you look upon these rings, may you not only be reminded of this moment, but also of the vows you have made and the strength of your commitment to each other."

"Men, please repeat after me." they nod.

"I, state your name, promise to love and support (Y/N) and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion. With this ring I thee wed."

""I, Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou/Kozume Kenma/Akaashi Keiji/Tsukishima Kei, promise to love and support (Y/N) and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion. With this ring I thee wed."

Keiji takes (Y/N)'s hand and puts the ring on her left ring finger.

"(Y/N), please repeat after me." she nods.

"I, (Y/N), promise to love and support Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Akaashi Keiji, and Tsukishima Kei and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion. With this ring I thee wed."

"I, (Y/N), promise to love and support Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Akaashi Keiji, and Tsukishima Kei and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion. With this ring I thee wed."

(Y/N) takes their hands one by one and places the new diamond rings on their left ring fingers. 

Go now in peace and live in love, sharing the most precious gifts you have the gifts of your lives united. And may your days be long on this earth. I now pronounce you husbands and wife."

The priest smiles at them. "You may kiss the bride."

The men all gather around (Y/N), each taking a kiss on her lips. Koutarou took the first... then Tetsurou, then Kenma, then Keiji, and lastly, Kei.

After the last kiss, the audience, the gang members, and the family members all cheer in the background.

(Y/N) was smiling from ear to ear as she held onto Koutarou's hands. She was crying, but she was crying of happiness. 

And the men, well, they've never felt so happy in their lives. They now married the woman of their dreams, and they were very ready to begin the next stage of life with her. 

Ukai was silently crying as the beauty of his (Y/N) outshined everyone else. Hinata, Kimi, Kiyoko, Hitoka, and Asahi were also crying, but they were so happy. Everyone else was clapping and cheering for the newly wed couple.

And so the reception began.

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

The reception was lively; they ate a lot, talked about memories, and most importantly, everyone got to know (Y/N). She got to meet the gang members of Nekoma and Fukurodani, and it was such an honor to meet such hardworking people. She even got to meet some of the best infiltrators, Kaori and Yukie.

But when night was nearing, (Y/N) had snuck away to the cemetery that was about a ten minute walk from the reception.

Her mother's ashes were stored in a box, but she still received a headstone. (Y/N) dropped the black box off at the cemetery where her mother's gravestone was located, and she found it in no time.

(L/N) SACHIKO

(Y/N)'s mother did not give (Y/N) her father's last name, she gave her her last name. 

"Hi Mom..."

"I got married a few hours ago... can you believe it?"

"Your only child had gotten married at 25..."

Tears started to welt up in her eyes.

"I miss you Mom... I hope you sat next to the seat of Mr. Ukai... he is like my dad now..."

"It was saved just for you... and I hope you watched all of the ceremony..."

"I was nervous... to be honest, there were so much people..."

"But... I did it Mom," she wiped her tears, smiling at the grave, "Even though I never got to attend the college you wanted to go to..."

"Even though I never got to live without depending on a man like you told me to..."

"Even though I am not living the life you lived..."

"I am living the life you hoped for," (Y/N) said, "I have now lovers that care for me and promise to love me forever... they will protect me and I will live the life you dreamt of..."

"I hope you're proud of me now, Mom," (Y/N) smiled, "Thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for giving birth to me. I hope you will continue to watch over me..."

"I love you, Mom."

She bent down and picked up the black box, her hand wiping the dew off of the headstone.

As she turned around to return to the reception, her eyes met with a familiar set of (E/C) ones. 

His hair was the same as her's, and it was no mistake that he was who she thought of.

"Dad..."

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

"It's been... a long time, (Y/N)," (Y/N)'s biological father, Okane Yoshihiro, says, "Why are you in a wedding dress? What are you doing here?"

(Y/N) averted her gaze, clutching the black box.

"It's none of your business," she muttered, "I have to go."

As she tried to make her way back to the reception, his hand gripped her wrist, ceasing her.

"I was at the wedding," he said, "I was just asking to see if you would tell me the truth."

"Well you got your answer," she tried to pull her wrist back, but he did not let go, "Now please, let me go."

"(Y/N)," he sighed, loosening his grip, "Listen..."

She was listening, but her back was facing him.

"You are so grown now... the last time I saw you, you were still in middle school."

"Mhm..."

"I know you may think of me as a douchebag... since I never took care of you or Sachi, but-"

"Why weren't you ever there..."

The pain her voice was clear.

"Why weren't you ever there to support Mom..."

Yoshihiro opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out.

"Mom had been sick ever since she gave birth to me... she was slowly dying, and it was because of you."

"You never helped her, you never sent any money for her medicine, and she had to work every single day to support me and her."

"So why... Dad... why did you never come and protect us? Why did you never send Mom any money to help pay the bills..."

"Why did you just fuck her and leave?"

It was indecent, but it was true. (Y/N)'s biological father was never really in their lives until her mother passed.

"I was a business man, (Y/N)," he answered, "I needed to travel for my work-"

"But that doesn't mean you should have abandoned us completely!" (Y/N) cried, "Mom was alone, fending for herself and me, and I couldn't get a job because I was too young. She was handling so many things by herself, and you were off doing your own thing."

"You never came home, you never even talked to her!"

"And don't think that I don't know about your affair with her!"

Being a business man was hard... Yoshihiro had to travel a lot for his job, and he often got lonely, so without his "wife", (Y/N)'s mother, he often cheated on her with women internationally. 

And (Y/N) knew that.

"You spent your time with women instead of helping her, so don't give me that shit saying you were busy..."

"If you were so busy... and if you loved me and Mom... you would've found time for us..."

"But no... you left me and Mom with nothing; she was just your side-woman who got pregnant because of you."

"(Y/N), I-"

"I don't want to hear it; your apologies aren't accepted," (Y/N) started to walk faster, to increase the distance, "I have my own family now, and even though they aren't related to me by blood, they are still my family."

Ignoring her father's pleads, she continued to walk until she met with the reception. She went straight to the bathroom to cry about her meeting with her father, she didn't even notice him at the wedding.

She hugged her mother's box to herself, before she quickly stopped crying. She shook her head, and she went to the sink, cleaning her face. She fixed her makeup and her hair, taking a deep breath at the mirror.

She was still beautiful. Even though she had her father's eye and hair color, she resembled more of her late mother.

"I shouldn't cry anymore about him," she said to herself, "He may be my dad... but he's not my family."

She opened the door of the bathroom, making her way to the outdoor reception. 

"Family isn't necessarily who you are related by blood with-"

She was met with Ukai again, who hugged her and asked where she was; he was worried about her disappearance, but she explained to him that she was just giving her respect to her mother.

"-but it's who you would shed blood for."

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

It was nearing midnight, but reception was just as lively. Most of the cake had been eaten, and now everyone was just chilling. 

There was one thing left to do, however. 

The only people left were the five men, Karasuno entirely, Iwaizumi, and a few others.

"(Y/N)," Iwaizumi approaches the table, smiling at her, "I have a gift as congratulations for the wedding."

Iwaizumi wore a black and white tuxedo, he was also carrying a photo frame of Oikawa Tooru, who died a few years prior to the wedding.

How he carried around a photo of Oikawa, bringing him to (Y/N)'s wedding touched (Y/N)'s heart; Iwaizumi would always be Oikawa's best-friend.

"Oh Hajime," she gasps when she is gifted a white envelope, "You didn't have to!"

"I think you should read it as soon as you get home," Iwaizumi suggested, "You will understand why when you open it."

She was going to ask him about it, but Iwaizumi's phone rang.

"My apologies." he excused himself from the table, walking off with the photo in his arms still. 

(Y/N)'s attention went onto the white envelope, it was signed by Iwaizumi. She hoped it was not money, but it was unlikely. She felt something papery, so it must have been a letter.

"What is that, babe?" Tetsurou slings his arm around (Y/N)'s shoulder, glancing at the letter in her hand.

"Hajime said it was a wedding gift." she said.

"Oh, open it now then."

"He said I should open it when we get home."

Raising his brow, he nodded, understanding. The rest of the men soon learned of the letter, but they minded no attention to it as it was still unknown.

"(Y/N)~" Hitoka slurred, she held onto Tadashi, as she was really drunk, "You... you need to throw... the flowers~!"

(Y/N) gasped as she forgot, and the men all got excited.

"Whoever gets the bouquet is the person who's wedding will be next."

"This should be interesting."

Before (Y/N) grabbed her flowers, Hitoka yanked her by the collar, causing Hitoka to whisper something into her ear. She nodded, understanding, and she went to the middle of the reception room.

The girls gathered in the middle of the reception. (Y/N) stood there with the bouquet in her hand. She noticed that it was a small group of girls behind her, some were girlfriends of the gang member, so she didn't know them all too well.

She noticed Kimi though, and she had been flirting with Asahi the entire night, so maybe giving her the bouquet might be a good idea.

However...

"Make sure to not hit anyone in the face (Y/N)," Tetsurou snickered, "It'd be funny if you do, but don't because I don't want to hear anyone crying."

She nodded, not wanting to throw it at anyone's face.

She turned around, her back facing the crowd. 

"Three... two... one!"

She threw it, but it wasn't directed towards the group of girls.

Instead, it landed into the hands of Sawamura Daichi, with Sugawara Koushi standing right beside him.

Hitoka and Kiyoko gasped.

"I knew it!"

"He was a sub after all?!"

"Pay up, Hitoka, (Y/N)!"

(Y/N) sighed as she walked over to the Goddess, Kiyoko. But before either of the girls could pay Kiyoko, Daichi and Sugawara cleared something up.

"Actually, we're a switch."

The girls froze.

"(Y/N) won?!"

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

She took her winnings of two thousand dollars proudly home. 

After the reception, which ended shortly after the two girls lost the bet, everyone had practically departed. A clean up crew arrived, taking care of everything. 

Now the men and (Y/N) were in their luxurious penthouse, a hotel that was more than five stars. 

(Y/N) was sitting on the large bed, fiddling with the letter Iwaizumi had given her hours earlier. She decided to open it now, so she ripped the top of it and pulled the letter out.

But after reading the first sentence, her eyes began to water.

𝓣𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 (𝓛/𝓝) (𝓕/𝓝),

「❮𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭...❯」

I am alive.

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