“You gotta read the terms and conditions, daddy, they change very quickly,” you said with a laugh, “but what is this? My favourite chocolates?”
“Uh ha! And he hided them in there so you wouldn’t find them and I wasn’t allowed to tell you anything!” she announced proudly.
“She did really well,” Dabi commented with amusement, pulling the chocolates out to give to his girls, who both looked very eager at that point.
“Well… I might just be able to trust her but I’ll tell her maybe the day before or morning of… I’ll just see how it all pans out,” he thought as he watched you both break the chocolates open and start devouring them.
You were none the wiser as Dabi went around behind the scenes and organized the wedding.
He was methodical and strategic and planned it for after you would be finished for the year with the kids.
“Hey babe,” he asked one night later that week, “are you taking time off at the end of the year? It’s been a big year we should go away somewhere.”
“Oh my god, yes, please, take me away to a deserted island or something. Don’t get me wrong, I love the kids but I just need a break from them all… except Koemi.”
“Ok so, beach holiday? Hell yeah, let’s do it,” Dabi said, pulling his phone out, “ok, come sit down and help me find a place.”
You were ecstatic, a get away with your little family, that would be great!
It didn’t take long to find a place and before you knew it you, Dabi and Koemi were booked to stay at a beautiful beach front villa up the coast at the end of the year before Christmas.
The minute you had booked it Dabi sent a message to the celebrant that he has saved as ‘Witness Protection’ in his phone so if you saw a message come through you wouldn’t get suspicious.
All of the celebrants messages were very straightforward anyway… Usually to the effect of ‘can you please email me the documents’ or ‘please call me later today to organize times’ so you wouldn’t have been worried about him cheating or anything anyway.
Dabi’s messages, on the other hand, were a LOT stupider, as you can imagine, and the poor celebrant would get messages like,
“Big Bravo this is Tiny Tango, Location has been secured, drop cocaine when ready.”
And the poor celebrant had to try and decipher what the hell he was on about, hence her constantly asking him to call her so that she could get some sense out of him.
“Hey, Hanta, ya bastard,” Dabi called loudly as he walked into the practice hall at the end of the week, “you ready to be best man?”
“Hell yeah, when?” Fueji replied.
“End of year. Listen, I need you to do me a solid.”
“Sure, do I kiss your ass now or later?” Fueji asked, putting the volleyball down.
“Later. I’m gonna need to you help get Koemi ready for being the flower girl on the day. Are you still seeing Susa?”
“Yeah, we got a date tonight,” he said with a grin, “man, she’s amazing, I’m pretty keen on this one. She’s only had one boyfriend and he was a dick so she thinks I’m amazing.”
“Good for you,” Dabi said with amusement, “she might be a help in this too. I’ll need to find a pretty dress for my little girl so if Susa is up to it can I send her to buy me one?”
“Yeah I’ll ask her, but she should be fine with it.”
“Sweet,” Dabi said with a grin, “also, next week, wanna come with? So I can check out the location with the celebrant? I’ve got a few weeks left to plan this and so far it’s all coming together well. I just need to organize the restaurant but I’m thinking I’ll do that when I get up there.”
“I’m down. You just tell me what you need help with and I’ll get it done,” Fueji said with a grin, “I gotchu man.”
“Thanks, bro,” Dabi said with a slap to Fueji’s hand.
Wednesday the next week Dabi pulled up to practice and honked his horn, and out came Fueji from the hall.
“Let’s roll,” Dabi said, pulling the passenger side window down to speak to his friend, “we got a few hours to get up there and sort shit out then come back.”
“Ok, let’s go,” Fueji said as he hopped in the car.
It was a little over a one hour drive to get up there and the pair chatted the whole way.
For two guys that had been enemies at the beginning, they sure had changed and Fueji had Dabi in fits of laughter as they pulled up to the beach beside the resort you would be staying at.
“Ok, this is it,” Dabi said as he got out and looked around.
There was a lady standing nearby with a book and they made eye contact and then she smiled and walked over.
“I’m assuming you would be Dabi Todoroki?” she asked.
“You assume correctly, Lady celebrant,” Dabi replied with a grin.
“You look every bit as quirky as your text messages,” she said with an amused look in her eye.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he replied, looking across the top of the car to where Fueji was standing by the passenger side door.
“This is my partner in crime,” Dabi introduced Fueji, “definitely not my wife.”
“I guessed,” the celebrant said.
“Well. Let’s get to it, because I got a tight schedule,” Dabi said authoritatively, pointing to the beach, “let’s go over some things.”
He led the way ahead and down on the sand then started pointing out what he was hoping would happen on the day.
“We’re staying there.” He pointed to the resort on the edge of the sand. “So I’ll suggest a walk to my girl…”
The celebrant nodded and looked to where he was pointing.
“So if you just wait under that tree there then when you see us walking along, come down and stop us, then just start reading out the ceremony rights.”
The celebrant nodded with an amused smirk.
“Hanta,” Dabi turned to his friend, “if you and Susa hide over behind those bins there, I’ll tell Koemi on the day to look out for you and to run over to you when she sees you. Hopefully Y/N and I will be detained by the wedding process by then.”