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a/n: in which our pair makes up and comforts each other after a fight. #krtsk

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"I'm sorry. I won't walk away again."
He'd found him on the beach, standing alone, letting the tide wash over his feet. It was sunset, and the gentle waves were washing away the trail of half-circles and half-hearts that led him here. "I'm sorry," he whispered again.

He could barely look at his love, kept his eyes lowered and his hands folded in front of him. The picture of abject misery... and terror. He was afraid that he'd screwed up so much that it could ruin everything between them and nothing could fix it. "Please. Say Something."

"I'm sorry, too. I didn't mean what I said. I didn't mean to make you walk away." He heard the sand crunch softly, and then a pair of feet entered his vision. A few seconds later, a pair of hands gently gripped his shoulders, traveling down his arms, softly untangling his hands.

This wasn't the first time they'd misunderstood each other, or the first time they'd fought. But it felt like the worst. It made him question his place in this relationship, his ability to make him happy, despite the rings on their fingers.
"Hey. Look at me."
"But... I..."
"Please. Look at me."

Now, those hands framed his face, gently urging him to raise his eyes. He didn't resist. How could he? And his vision blurred, seeing the splotchy red face of his love; he'd been crying, too. He reached up hesitantly, wiping away a stray tear.

"I love you. I always have. Nothing could ever change that. You complete me, heart and soul. I begin where you end." The hands eased away from his face, but then strong arms surrounded and held him. Relief flooded through him; they'd be alright.

Things might be a little tender between them for a while, but they'd make it through. Love was all they needed, and he was reminded of that love by the weight of the ring on his finger. They'd made promises to each other, repeated vows in front of family and friends.

They stayed there, holding each other, until the sun set and the only light was that of the full moon and stars. The tide was starting to roll in, and they were soon up to their knees in sea water. With awkward, shy smiles, they ran hand-in-hand to higher ground, and sat down.

Tetsu wrapped himself around Kei from behind, and rested his head on his shoulder. Kei leaned his head against Tetsu's. They played with each other's fingers, and toyed with their rings. Neither said a word; they didn't need to. Their hearts did the talking.

"I, Tetsuro Kuroo, take you, Kei Tsukishima, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, 'til death do us part. I promise to love and care for you and I will try in every way to be worthy of your love. I will always be honest with you, kind, patient, and forgiving. But most of all, I promise to be a true and loyal friend to you. I love you."

Kei smiled, relaxing further into Tetsu's arms.

"I, Kei Tsukishima, take you, Tetsuro Kuroo, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, 'til death do us part. You are my soulmate, my love, my peace, my life. You are my soft place to fall when I need it, my guiding light, my best friend. You are my person. I love you."

Tetsu tightened his hold. Maybe they hadn't intended to repeat their vows, but they did.