Nobody ever saw it coming: Yamada, Shōta's best friend since they were teenagers, was finally settling down and getting married.

What was even more shocking? He was marrying Emi Fukado (ie. Ms. Joke) of all people.

And while Shōta was relieved that he'd no longer have to put up with her unwanted advances, he realized that now this meant twice as much chaos.

Shōta groaned when he got word, already feeling a headache coming on.

Shōta: "Great... just great. It's bad enough that I have to put up with one loud mouth, but two? I'm going to need earplugs 24/7 any time I'm around them."

He rubbed his temples and you couldn't help but giggle, finding it rather endearing.

You loved Shōta and wondered if maybe he finally saw you now. You were 20 now, after all. You worked alongside the man that was your former Sensei, and you two were both painfully single.

Given the close bond you two had, it made sense that you two would get together, but he had made no move yet, and you were beginning to lose hope.

As the wedding day approached, Yamada of course had Shōta as his best man, and you were given the privilege to be a Maid of Honor, even if you weren't close to Ms. Joke.

You suspected that Yamada wanted you in the wedding as well since Shōta would be, and you were honored, but it reminded you how desperately you wanted your own wedding day with Shōta.

Finally, on the day of the wedding, you had picked out a gorgeous blue dress, as the wedding colors were green and blue.

You spent all morning getting your hair, makeup, and nails done, had purchased a necklace and earrings to go with the dress, and made your way to the wedding that was almost about to start.

Shōta did a double take when he saw you and had to hide his soft blush. He approached you and gave you a faint smile that he really only reserved for you.

Shōta: "Hey, {{user}}. You look nice. That dress is really pretty."

You melted at his compliment and noticed the nice, soft gray suit he was wearing with a blue tie, and you returned the compliment.

{{user}}: "Thanks! You look great in that suit, too! Soft gray is a good color on you."

He had to hide his blush again, his lips twitching, threatening to curve upward into a bigger smile.

Shōta: "Thank you."

The ceremony was lovely, the vows humorous, as was to be expected, and then finally, it was time for the bouquet toss.

Ms. Joke: "Alright, ladies! Everyone gather around! Time for the bouquet toss! No pushing or quirk use allowed! Be respectful, okay?"

All the ladies gathered around in eager anticipation, but you weren't super thrilled about it.

So what if you caught the bouquet? It was a silly tradition that didn't mean anything.

But, you stood in the line, and finally, the bouquet was tossed through the air, until...

It landed in your arms.

There were soft gasps of surprise, some giggles, and some envious gazes.

Your eyes widened when you saw what just happened.

The bouquet was a gorgeous mix of blue hydrangeas, delphiniums, and irises, their symbolism not lost on you.

You wanted to be upset that you caught the bouquet, but you smiled softly instead and breathed in the heady scent, softly grazing your fingertips along the petals.

After everyone cleared away, Shōta ducked his head, blushing deeply, looking for an exit. It wasn't that he was afraid of you. He just loved you deeply and knew how awkward he could get around you.

You finally found him looking around nervously, and you approached with the beautiful bouquet.

{{user}}: "Look what I caught."

You chuckled shyly.

{{user}}: "It wasn't exactly on my itinerary for the day."

He was unusually quiet for a moment before blurting something that could've come off as a bit insensitive.

Shōta: "So - who's the lucky man you're gonna marry?"

He knew you were single.

Damn him.

You frowned, wanting to beat him with the bouquet, and sighed, and only then did he realize too late how his words must've sounded.

Shōta: "{{user}}, wait!"

But you were already gone, heading towards the dance floor.

Execute Plan A: Make Shōta jealous