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More like a Funeral (Kyoya x reader)

Today may be his wedding day, but Jesus Christ does it feel more like a funeral.

And he has to watch you stand in the crowd from the altar as someone other than you makes their way towards him.

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If someone had told Kyoya that he’d be standing at the altar a few months after his high school graduation, he’d probably do his sexy chuckle and deny it, but he wouldn’t be surprised. He knew that an arranged marriage was in the cards for him, it was easy to guess those types of things. His father was a controlling dictator in Kyoya’s life, so the fact that his bride was not only a daughter to the wealthy owner of some company, but that she was handpicked by his father, and was more of a peace offering than a girl, wasn’t shocking. 

What was a surprise was to the boy the way his chest felt like it was filled with lead as he stood and looked out at the crowd. There had to be at least 200 people there, from his side of the family and his soon-to-be wife’s side. Not to mention all the business partners his father invited. 

The biggest surprise was the fact that you were no where to be seen. 

Your seat was empty. Third row from the front, in between Kaoru and Honey. And the look the Hitachiin was giving him was an indicator that they didn’t know where you were either. He supposes he can’t really blame you for not showing, he’s knows your heart is broken. 

But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed in your empty chair. After all, before you were ever lovers, you were best friends. and you had promised to be there for him. That’s what friendship is, even if it did only start because he wanted something from you. But the way you fell into his life so easily and completely led to more than he would’ve imagined. And suddenly what he wanted from you was no longer reputation, but love and affection.

It may be his wedding day, but it felt much more like a funeral.  

Kyoya let his eyes roam back up in front of him, the group of girl across from him unfamiliar. He’d never met her friends, never wanted too. She was quite an unpleasant girl, rude and condescending. A spoiled pretentious brat was how you described her to him, and Kyoya had genuinely laughed that day. 

But you always seemed to be able to make him laugh whole heartedly.

Ah, the sinking in his chest was back again. 

Suddenly the music that sounded like a death march rang through the church, and his attention was drawn to the end of the aisle. 

But when the door opened to reveal his cupcake bride, he wasn’t looking at her.

He was looking at the one thing that warmed his colder then snow insides.

Because there you were, standing beside the door his silly bride was coming from.

You had made it.

When your beautiful eyes locked with his own, Kyoya swore he could’ve ascended at that very moment, he was so happy. The flutter of Kyoya’s heart brought him back to reality. You looked beautiful. He could feel your warmth spreading inside of him. 

Kyoya wanted to cry at the sight of you, because even with all of this, you offered him a small smile. Even as your hands gripped the bottom of your dress nervously, and even as your bottom lip was pulled slightly between your teeth, you still came, and you were still smiling at him. 

It was obvious you had been crying, your eyes puffy and cheeks red, but Jesus Christ Kyoya has never been so happy to see you. 

The small grin that graced his face was also not due to his pageant queen bride. 

He felt a small nudge on his lower back, and looked back at Tamaki, his best man. Kyoya observed his best friends wide eyes and small smile as he saw you as well. 

But when Kyoya had turned back around, the girl had reached the altar and was looking at him expectantly. 

Suddenly the air around Kyoya was too cold for his lungs, and he was unable to take in enough air. His throat closing up, and his eyes burning, because this was really happening.

And the woman at the altar wasn’t you.

But this is how it had to be. 

Kyoya knew his father was looking to him to go through with this. This marriage was a crucial part to the next step for his father corporation, and Kyoya doesn’t want to disappoint him.

But it hurts his heart to know that in exchange he’s disappointing you. 

So yeah, this was no longer a wedding, but a funeral. But you and Kyoya were the ones mourning.