HERE COMES THE BRIDESMAID !
PAIRING: PRO-HERO KIRISHIMA X BLACK!SECRETARY!READER
âż SYNOPSIS: Your totally handsome boss is walking you down the aisle! of your best friend's wedding, that is. and what's this? The manly red riot isn't so tough with a pretty lady on his arm! â WC: 1349 â HEADS UP!: fem!reader, prob a lil ooc, potty language, mentions of drinking, izuocha, not proofread
â A/N: procrastination is real y'all omg. please enjoy! i am open to writing a pt2 <3 -mars
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You waved the waiter down for another drink, sitting bored at your friend's wedding rehearsal. Now, you'd do anything for this girl, of courseâ
But damn.
How many people do you need for one wedding rehearsal? You could've been fooled if someone told you this was the actual big day.
Ochako hurried over, her cute practice bouquet in hand. She grabbed your hand and pulled you up from your chair.
"Y/N! We're in a predicament. Deku and I miscountedâwe need another bridesmaid. Would you be willing?"
She smiled like she was trying to convince you of something else in addition. Either way, it wouldnât kill you to help out with a little something extra, but you only knew Ochako and a few of the girls from the hero course at U.A. It would be extremely awkward to come down the aisle with a stranger on your arm.
You had been thinking for so long that Ochako threw in another question.
"You donât have a plus-one or anything, right?"
You shook your head, wishing you could've been more decisive. "No, I donât. Sure, why notâŠ?"
She cheered, both of her hands encasing one of yours. Her pinkies stuck out to avoid floating you, but the habit was kind of adorable.
She dragged you up to where most of the wedding party was gathered, discussing the time slots in the wedding program. You grabbed one of the pretty cardstock papers, unfolding it in your hands.
This must be what a pro-hero wedding looks like, you thought. Being in the business course, you werenât accustomed to the flashy shit, so this all seemed a little extra to you.
You were snapped out of your trance by a familiar voice.
"Weâll get you a bridesmaidâs dress by tomorrow morning, so donât worry about that part. Youâll be walking with another one of our old friends. I think you two will get along great!" the maid of honor chimed in, responsible as ever.
You nodded along as she continued her overview, your gaze drifting elsewhere while she spoke.
You noticed most of the groomsmen chatting it up across the room. Didnât seem very productiveâaside from a certain personality with a choppy hand trying to settle them.
"He should be here soon. I hope you got all that, Y/N! Donât stress, though. This is just rehearsal."
Snapping back to her, you nodded again. "Right. Thank you!" You had barely retained anything, but you still had time.
As a few minutes flew by, you started to mourn the drink you ordered. Maybe there was still time to go back and get itâŠ
You reached for your purse before hearing someone enter the door, and every head in your peripheral turned with a smile. That extra groomsman must've shown up.
You sighed. No drink for Y/N tonight.
"Sorry, everyone! City traffic, am I right?"
Wait a minute.
"Eijiro! Thank goodnessâ"
Turning to see, your eyes widened upon the realization that your aisle buddy was Red Riot.
Your boss.
You caught his gaze, and he flashed you a shark-toothed smile. Scooting past his friends, he made his way over and shook your hand.
"Ms. L/N! I had no idea you were a friend of Urarakaâs. Nice to work with you outside of the hero stuff." He retracted his hand and stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do with it, so he shoved both hands into his pockets.
You were nothing but fucking baffled. "YeahâŠ"
It was weird seeing him outside of the agency. Were you still supposed to call him by his hero name? His last name? Or should you drop the formalities completely?
He sat down across from you, the urge to roll your eyes becoming suffocating. This meant he was about to start small talk.
"Iâve never gotten to know you much. Youâre always cramped up in that office with all those papers." His conversation starters werenât the worst youâd ever heard. It was better than the Is your hair real? and other awkward shit you usually got.
"Are you from here? Like, nearby?"
He was trying to ask what kind of black you were without asking directly. Not the worst attempt ever.
"My parents are [ethnicity], but Iâve lived here my whole life."
Eijiro nodded slowly, like he was taking a mental note. The two of you sat in silence for what felt like ten minutes before who you assumed to be the wedding coordinator entered.
"Alrighty, everyone! Theyâre done setting upâletâs get you all down there to rehearse!"
Aw, shit.
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"Okay, that was perfect! Thanks, you guys!" Ochako smiled, a tinge of guilt on her face for making everyone walk back and forth so much.
Itâs okay, girlâwalking down the aisle eight times with no music wasnât exhausting or awkward at all!
You pulled your arm from Eijiroâs and placed your hands on your hips. "If I didnât love my friend, yâall wouldâve lost me after the third time."
Eijiro laughed a little too hard at that. Your brows twitched as you looked toward him.
"At least youâre walking with someone manly! Not as boring as it couldâve been."
You peered at him through your lashes with a flat look. "Yâknow, I work for you. You donât have to sell yourself to me, Red Riot."
"Aw, câmon," he nudged you gently. "Arenât we past the boss-employee thing at this point?"
You blinked. "Are we?"
His cheeks turned pink, and he shifted his stance slightly. "I mean, youâre not just an office worker to me. Youâve got a good head on your shoulders. And youâre funny. I hear you on your lunch breaks."
Your face felt hot, the corner of your lips twitching up into a smile. The compliments felt out of the blue.
"You tryna butter me up to work overtime? Where is this coming from?"
"Iâve been observing. Just sayinâ, you can be a little more casual around me, Y/N."
You huffed out a laugh, that smirk from earlier stretching into a pretty little grin. You felt sillyâfalling for your boss at a wedding rehearsal of all places?
â
The big day was here!
You sat in the hotel room along with the other bridesmaids and the bride herself, who was obviously stressing. You comforted her the best you could before Momo had to step in so you could change.
The wedding coordinator rushed in with your dress in a dry cleanerâs bag. You thanked her, and she smiled before skedaddling off somewhere else in the room.
Even after getting changed into your identical dresses, you stood out against the rest of the bridesmaids. Jeez.
"Alright, girls, hurry on down!" Ochakoâs mother called out.
You and the others grabbed your smaller bouquets and met the groomsmen by the entrance to the aisle. Your mind was almost on autopilot as you took your place beside Eijiro.
He looked you up and down briefly. "Thatâs a good color on you," he commented on your dress.
"Why, thank you. I think you look nice in that suit," you returned the compliment, still looking ahead.
The music started, cueing you all to begin walking. The pianistâs hands danced across the keys as guests ooh-ed and ahh-ed. While nervous, you remembered people were watching and softened your expression.
Eijiro leaned down to whisper in your ear, "Youâre pretty good at this. You ever consider taking this up as a job?"
Your face scrunched in confusion. "Walking in a straight line tipsy?"
"No," he chuckled, "weddings."
Your face grew hot within seconds, and you shot him a sideways glance. "What?"
His eyes stayed ahead, a dumb little smirk on his face.
The two of you parted shortly at the end of the aisle, Eijiro giving you a smile before turning to take his proper position.
Maybe youâd stick around after the reception.
