The party had begun to mellow. Conversations drifted to a low hum, the kind of warm, fizzy quiet that comes after too much laughter and too many cocktails. People leaned into each other, shoes off, ties loosened, eyes glazed with contentment.
Kenji was half-asleep in Yuu's lap, dozing with a dumb, happy smile on his face, when—
It happened.
A familiar beat pulsed through the speakers.
Kenji's eyes snapped open.
His body went rigid.
Yuu blinked, confused. "What is it?"
Kenji didn't answer.
Instead, he bolted upright like he'd been electrocuted, scanned the crowd with manic intensity, and then—like a man possessed—sprinted toward the dance floor, shouting at the top of his lungs:
"THAT'S MY SONG!!"
People turned just in time to see Kenji grab a full pint of beer off someone's table (no one questioned it), tip his head back, and chug the entire thing in one go.
The crowd roared. Yuu dropped his face into his hands.
"God," he muttered, "he's going full chaos again."
Kenji slammed the empty glass down like a champion gladiator, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and jumped into the center of the dance floor just as the chorus hit.
What followed could only be described as absolutely horrifying.
Kenji's dancing wasn't just bad—it was legendary.
He flailed. He twirled with wild, off-balance enthusiasm. He threw his arms up like he was being arrested by rhythm. At one point, he attempted a high kick, lost his balance, and was caught mid-fall by Nakamura, who shouted, "TEN OUTTA TEN!"
But Kenji didn't stop there.
No, no.
He turned to the crowd and yelled, "Get up, you cowards! You're not married until you dance like this!"
Then he charged into the guests, dragging people by the hands, elbows, and in one case, someone's necktie, pulling them into his tornado of limbs and laughter.
Soon, the dance floor was a kaleidoscope of movement—shoes flying, drinks sloshing, someone doing the worm (badly), and Kenji at the center of it all, hair a mess, smile wide, dress twirling with each chaotic spin.
Even Yuu was pulled in, reluctantly at first—until Kenji wrapped his arms around his waist and whispered loudly, "Dance with your legally bound disaster."
Yuu chuckled and gave in.
They danced. They laughed. Kenji tried to twerk. Someone sprayed champagne in the air like it was a concert.
It was a beautiful mess.
Eventually, the music changed. Slowed. People began to peel away—back to their drinks, their dates, the soft pull of quiet corners.
Kenji, flushed and sweaty, staggered off the floor, finally out of breath.
He wandered over to the bar, hair plastered to his forehead, glitter from who-knows-where clinging to his cheekbones.
The bartender, a young guy with tattooed forearms and a half-tied bowtie, leaned over.
"What can I get you?"
Kenji swayed slightly, placed both elbows on the bar, and smirked.
"What can you get me?" he said, waggling his eyebrows with all the grace of a man who had definitely passed the point of dignity several beers ago.
The bartender raised an amused brow. "You flirting with me, pretty boy?"
"Maybe," Kenji purred. "Depends. You single?"
"Depends. You married?"
Kenji grinned wide, held up his hand, and waggled his wedding ring like it was a prize from a cereal box.
"Very. Extremely. Tragically married," he said with theatrical sadness. "To the hottest man in this entire venue. Which, lucky for you, means I only flirt for sport."
The bartender laughed. "Then I'll give you water, champ."
Kenji sighed, dramatic as ever. "Cockblocked by hydration."
Still, he took the water and downed it in one go.
From across the room, Yuu was watching—arms crossed, bemused. When Kenji turned and spotted him, he lit up like a spotlight was on him and sauntered (stumbled) over with a swagger that was 50% confidence and 50% unstable ankles.
Yuu arched an eyebrow. "You flirting with the bartender?"
Kenji leaned into him, arms wrapping lazily around Yuu's neck.
"Obviously. Did you see his forearms?"
Yuu snorted. "You're unbelievable."
Kenji grinned. "You married me. That makes you very believable."
And then he kissed Yuu—messy, drunk, perfect—and whispered, "Thanks for dancing with me."
Yuu pulled him close. "Thanks for making tonight unforgettable."
Kenji sighed happily into his shoulder. "Mmm. I can't feel my legs."
"Good. That means we did the wedding right."