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At the age of 30, Furihata is one of the few people that you can say are set for life. He got billions of yen in his bank account due to the amazing hardwork that he put through by selling houses and making apps. Who would have thought? He got a decent job in the bank and had great friends and a family that love him enough to accept him when he came out as bisexual. He is content. Seriously, what else can he ask for?
"Seriously? You need a lover, Furi." Kawahara said, pulling him from his thoughts.
Here we go again! Furi internally sighed. He should have expected that especially that.
"What? You're not getting any younger."
"Just because you're happy with your wife doesn't mean that having a love life is for everyone, Kawahara."
"It's not just me though. Even Fukuda will get married next week," Kawahara argued making their other friend laugh. "Besides, it's been years since you're in a relationship."
"True," Fukuda agreed. "And you're not getting any younger."
"Hey, I'm still thirty you know." He pouted, making his two friends laugh.
"No, you're an old man."
"Wow! Thanks for the realization, geezers!"
"Oi!"
"What, we're the same age."
"At least, we have cute wives and children that we can spoil with."
"Fukuda has no children."
"Michiko-chan is pregnant, you know."
"Cheers to the baby!" Furihata raised his glass. "Drinks on me."
His friends laughed at his antics.
"So, now that Furi will pay for the drinks, let's drill him further," Fukuda said with an evil smile on his face. "Why are you still single?"
"Ugh, next question please."
"Sure," Kawahara said. "Why don't you have a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend?"
"It's just the same question!"
The two just laughed.
"Seriously guys! If the right person comes, they will come. If not, then okay."
"Well, there are cute guys and girls to my wedding, so..."
Furihata just drank his drink straight.
He hoped that the wedding will not be a disaster, at least for him.
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The wedding was okay. It was the reception that was giving Furihata a headache. Like a meat in the market, he was being introduced to literally every single person in the party. He was all smiles. Afterall, Fukuda is right. There are many cute guys and girls in the wedding. And single, too. The problem is, they are all awkward towards him.
"Ah, Mari-chan, meet Hiro-chan's friend, Furi-chan." For some reason, Fukuda got his bride in his brigade of letting him meet every single person in the room.
Smiling, he offered the cute girl a handshake. Hopefully, he is the last that they will introduce him, too. "Nice to meet you!"
Go with the flow! Go with the flow!
"Nice to meet you, too. Furi-san."
"I hope you too can accompany each other for tonight, Mari-chan. Hiro-chan and I are going to greet our other guests! Bye!"
He sweatdropped.
"So, are you friends with Michiko-chan?"
"Yes, we work in the same company. How about you, Furi-san?"
"Well, I'm actually friends with the groom. We've been friends since high school."
"I see."
Then, there's silence.
"Would you like to have a seat, Mari-san?"
"Um, sure."
They sat. And some more silence. He decided to break the ice.
"So, what do you do?"
"Oh, I work as an accountant."
"Nice! I work in a bank."
"Good for you."
Then, there's another silence. He observed that the girl is not really interested in having a conversation with him. She discreetly looks around, probably wanting to get away from him. He can't blame her. Who would want to be together with a person you barely know? Furi decided to give her mercy and excused himself. He honestly needed air as well. All this atmosphere about the wedding and being introduced to a lot of people is getting into him. So, he went outside to buy himself a cigarette. But, when he was about to open the door, it revealed the person he expected to see the least.
Akashi Seijuurou.
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Akashi Seijuurou was a very busy person. He was the president and CEO of the Akashi Group and they were doing expansions in the other parts of the world. So far, it had been very successful that they were able to be partners with a lot of big companies. Attending a wedding party should not be his priority. Except it was for his estranged cousin that he just got acquainted recently. He liked her enough to promise her to attend at least the reception of her wedding.
What he did not expect though when he opened the door was it revealing the person he was dying to see the most.
Furihata Kouki. The person he finds very adorable no matter how ordinary he seemed to be. His very first love however he denied it during his highschool days.
And the person he is still in love with.
"Akashi Seijuurou-san?"
"You know me?" He was shocked that Furihata still remembered him. Or not pretend to know him at all. Everytime, they saw each other during highschool days, all he did was to intimidate him.
"Haha," he laughed, scratching his cheek. "Sorry to be weird. You might not remember me. I'm Furihata Kouki, Kuroko's teammate in Seirin."
"Yes, yes! Furihata Kouki, Seirin's point guard," he said. Hopefully, he sounded calm. "Nice to see you here."
"It was my friend's wedding. Fukuda Hiroshi, remember him?"
No, Akashi did not. But, he smiled. "What a coincidence! It's my cousin's wedding?"
"You're Michiko-chan's cousin?"
"Yes. Sendo Michiko."
"Oh, that's nice! She's just there somewhere, attending to the guest," Furihata said, looking around the room to look for the bride and the groom. "Oh, I see them. They're right there." He pointed at the center stage. At the same time, Michiko spotted him and excused herself to her groom. Then, she started to walk towards them. When she reached them, she hugged him.
"Seijuurou, I'm glad you came!"
"Sorry, I'm late!" he said. "Congratulations to your wedding."
"I see that you met Furi-chan."
"Well, I was about to get fresh air when I bumped to Akashi-san," Furihata explained. "Anyway, I'm just going to get fresh air Michiko-chan, Akashi-san."
Wait, get his number! Bokushi suddenly said. Here he thought that his younger brother would just stay quiet.
Not when you were being coward. Get his number, quick!
There was an internal struggle. He wanted to but how.
Damn, brother! Too late.
Too late, indeed. Furihata is out of the door.
Michiko-chan cleared her throat.
"Furi-chan will still come back. You know that, right?"
His face turned red. Was he that obvious?
"Yes," Michiko giggled. "Don't worry! I got you, Seijuurou."
And don't fuck it up like the last time, Bakashi!