iwaoi & matsuhana double beach wedding

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As Oikawa and Hanamaki stepped out of their rooms, they met each other in the hallway. Both were dressed simply, wearing white or almost beige outfits—casual yet stylish. Oikawa was adjusting his shades while Hanamaki was fixing his shirt, both of them looking like they just woke up but were ready for whatever the day had in store.

They exchanged a look, eyebrows raised in unison. “Group photo, huh?” Oikawa said skeptically, crossing his arms.

Hanamaki snorted, brushing a strand of his hair away from his face. “Tama, sabi ni Iwaizumi, pero…” He shrugged. “I don’t know about that. Feels like he’s trying to make us do something cheesy.”

Oikawa let out a soft chuckle. “I wouldn’t be surprised. But, I guess… it’s for memories, right?” His voice trailed off, as he glanced at Hanamaki, unsure of how he felt about this whole ‘group photo’ thing.

“Well, who knows?” Hanamaki shrugged, a playful grin on his face. “Maybe it’ll be fun.” He glanced at Oikawa. “Besides, at least we’ll all be together in one shot. Something to look back on.”

Oikawa hummed in agreement, but still looked doubtful. “I’ll do it. But only if I’m allowed to look like the star of the photo.” Hanamaki laughed.

As Oikawa and Hanamaki stepped onto the soft sand, their breath hitched in surprise. The scene before them looked like something straight out of a dream. Pearls and delicate shells were scattered across the sand, creating a perfect pathway that led towards a beautiful setup on the beach.

The sun’s rays reflected off the pearls, making the whole area shimmer. Standing at the other end of the pathway were Iwaizumi and Matsukawa, both wearing white, almost beige outfits, their bare feet sinking slightly into the sand.

The calm ocean breeze tousled their hair as they stood side by side, looking like the calmest yet most serious figures in this strange arrangement.

Beside them, Suna and Kiyoomi stood with smirks on their faces, clearly entertained by the sight of Oikawa and Hanamaki stunned expressions.
The air felt almost surreal, like a wedding—no, Oikawa thought as his heart skipped a beat, this is a wedding.

He quickly turned to Hanamaki, his eyes wide. “Wait… what the hell is going on?”

Hanamaki blinked, equally confused but strangely entertained. “I think… I think we’re getting married?” He deadpanned, his eyes scanning the scene. “Or… at least we’re part of it.”

Oikawa couldn’t help but laugh nervously, still processing the absurdity of it all. He felt a flutter in his chest that he couldn’t quite place, but it wasn’t dread—it was something else entirely.

Iwaizumi glanced at them, his face unreadable, but there was a glint in his eyes. “Baka gusto niyo na kaming puntahan dito?” he called out, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Oikawa took a deep breath, his heart pounding. “This is insane,” he muttered to himself, but still, he began to walk toward Iwaizumi, knowing exactly where this was heading.

Slowly, Oikawa and Hanamaki took tentative steps toward Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Suna, and Kiyoomi. The path made of pearls and shells sparkled beneath their feet, each step seeming to echo in the quiet atmosphere of the beach.

Oikawa couldn’t help but glance around, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the situation. He could feel his heart thudding in his chest, and despite his usual confidence, something about this felt different—intense, almost.

Hanamaki was beside him, his usual playful expression replaced with a slight furrow of confusion. He shot Oikawa a glance, clearly unsure of what was happening either, but he still walked forward with him, not about to back down from whatever this was.

The moment felt almost surreal—the wind tousling their hair, the sun casting a golden glow over everything, and the way the beach stretched out into the distance, as if time itself was standing still for them. It was like a dream, or a strange, inevitable turn in the narrative of their lives.

As they reached the group, Iwaizumi and Matsukawa both stood with an air of expectation, their eyes steady but not unkind. Suna and Kiyoomi, on the other hand, wore knowing smirks as if they were in on some secret that Oikawa and Hanamaki had yet to discover.

“You both ready?” Iwaizumi asked, his tone serious but with a flicker of something else—a hint of warmth beneath the exterior.

Oikawa couldn’t suppress the nervous laugh that bubbled up in his chest. “Ready for what, exactly?” he asked, his voice a little higher than usual.

Matsukawa raised an eyebrow, looking like he was enjoying every moment of their confusion. “You’ll see soon enough.”

Hanamaki let out a low whistle. “What the hell did we get ourselves into?”

Oikawa, ever the performer, put a hand on his hip and shrugged, trying to maintain his composure.

With a final glance at each other, Oikawa and Hanamaki took their place in front of Iwaizumi and Matsukawa. The other two, Suna and Kiyoomi, stepped aside, their smirks turning into playful smiles as the moment finally unfolded.

And then, Oikawa understood.

This was more than just a game or a prank. It was something that, while unexpected, felt right. As his eyes met Iwaizumi’s—steady, strong, and full of unspoken emotion—Oikawa knew this would be the most memorable part of the whole trip.

Iwaizumi’s eyes met Oikawa’s as he slowly removed a silver necklace from around his neck. The delicate chain sparkled in the sunlight, but what caught Oikawa’s attention most was the charm: a small pendant with the letter “H” engraved on it. His heart skipped a beat as Iwaizumi held it out, offering it to him with a soft smile.

Matsukawa, beside them, was already presenting a bracelet made of pearls and shells to Hanamaki, the strands glistening under the sun. Hanamaki’s brows furrowed for a moment, clearly moved but trying to hide it, before he looked back at Matsukawa with a knowing smirk.

“We know this isn’t a proper wedding,” Iwaizumi continued, his voice calm but filled with a warmth Oikawa hadn’t heard in a long while. “But the thought still counts, right?”

Matsukawa added, his usual mischievous tone softer now, “Literal na kagabi lang namin to plinano—walang pari o singsing kaming naihanda, pero gumawa kami ng paraan para may maibigay kami sainyo.”

Oikawa, his heart racing, glanced down at the necklace Iwaizumi was holding out to him. For a moment, it felt like time had slowed. Then, he took the necklace from Iwaizumi’s hands, a smile creeping onto his face as he did so.

“Okay,” Oikawa murmured, voice thick with emotion, “This is… this is enough.”

He looked at Iwaizumi, who gave him a small, reassuring nod, and then at Hanamaki, who was looking down at the bracelet with a soft chuckle. For a moment, everything felt perfect, like nothing else mattered but this small, unplanned moment of connection.

Oikawa carefully placed the necklace around his neck, feeling the cool metal settle against his skin. He glanced at Iwaizumi, who was looking at him with a quiet intensity, as though silently confirming that this moment meant just as much to him as it did to Oikawa.

Hanamaki, still holding the bracelet, glanced at Oikawa and then at Iwaizumi. His grin softened, no longer mischievous but full of warmth. “Well, I guess we have our own kind of vows, huh?” Hanamaki chuckled, looking at Matsukawa. “I’m just glad we all made it here. And look at that,” he added, motioning toward the beach, “not a single thing went according to plan. But we’re still here.”

Matsukawa leaned in, wrapping an arm around Hanamaki’s shoulder. “At least we’ve got the people who matter, right?” He shot a playful wink at Oikawa and Iwaizumi.

Oikawa felt a warmth spread through him as he looked at his friends. This wasn’t a traditional ceremony, but the sincerity, the quiet understanding in the air, was more than enough. They may not have been walking down an aisle or exchanging rings, but the unspoken bond they shared was the strongest vow they could make.

He reached over to gently grasp Iwaizumi’s hand, squeezing it as he held his gaze. “I guess this is as good as it gets,” Oikawa said softly, his voice almost a whisper.

Iwaizumi squeezed back, giving him a soft smile. “It’s perfect.”