AU where Akira is getting married with Makoto and ,,,

(lemme just put it into fanfic mode™)

Ryuji got ready and all, with his suit. He didn't bother tucking in his shirt properly, but who cares, it wasn't that important to him.

"Ryuji, wait up!" Akira yelled as he caught up to him.

"Ah, sup'! Lookin' good my man! Haha!" Ryuji replied with a cheeky grin

"Thanks, dude." He proceeded to tuck in Ryuji's shirt. "I guess you never liked being dressed up properly, huh?"

Ryuji stood still, with a steadily creeping blush.

"I... It's not my thing..." He backed out without letting Akira finish.

"Ah, but-"

"Akira, we have to get ready." Makoto softly said. Ryuji didn't even notice her coming here.

"Ah, give me a few seconds...!" Akira looked over at Makoto.

"But we're going to be late..." She pointed at the fancy limousine just across the street. "See?"

Akira turned around with a sigh.

"Okay, got it..." Akira turned face to Ryuji. "See you!" He waved back at Ryuji.

"See ya." Ryuji stuck his hand into his pockets and turned the other side.

...

"Ryuji..?" Akira took a step towards him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..?"

"... I've known you for long enough, and I can tell when something's wrong..." Akira put a hand over Ryuji's shoulder. "So... what's up?"

"It's nothing, really." Ryuji's voice slightly tainted itself as he tried to walk out.

Akira tightened his grip, making Ryuji unable to walk out. "Face this way."

"..."

"What are you waiting for..?" Akira tilted his head.

Ryuji was crying. Of course he didn't want to show his face.

...

"No way, are you..?" Akira loosened up his grip. "Sorry, I didn't know..."

"... You look great and all, by the way." Ryuji managed to stutter out before he walked away and brought his hand up to his face to dry his tears. "I guess I just wasn't good enough." He turned back to Akira with his face full of tears. "Bye!"

"Wait, Ryu-!"

"Akira, we're going to be late!" Makoto suddenly held Akira by the arm and dragged him towards the limousine.

"All I ever wish for is for you to be happy!" Ryuji waved at Akira, who was sticking his hand out to him.

"You... You'll come at the ceremony, right!?" Akira shouted.

Ryuji simply shrugged.

"Huh..? Why not?!"

"I feel sick." Ryuji pointed at his own heart. "I won't be able to last the ceremony without breaking down. So have fun, okay?"

"But..." Too late, the chauffeur was already getting impatient and they had to leave.

Ryuji really did feel sick. His stomach was all churned up.

It hurt.