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He sighed faintly, padding barefoot around the apartment he and Makoto shared, looking over all the arrangements for the coming morning and checking the lists she'd left out for him. It wasn't that he was apathetic about it; he just wished it could be a little simpler. Even his parents were making a big deal about it. Maybe their 'Big Day' was actually for the benefit of everyone else? Well, that was fine, too. It worked out the same in the end.
Under some unspoken agreement he was sleeping on the couch tonight. Never mind that they'd been living together for more than a year; there was a shiver of ceremony in the air already that begged to be recognised, and so Shin would spent his last unmarried night alone, waiting for the morning when he could hold his love tightly again. It felt...weird. Even with Makoto still in the same house. He wasn't used to any distance between them - wasn't that why they were getting married? To formalise the blending of their lives' edges? Feeling oddly out of sorts, Shin wandered to the bathroom. He may as well get ready for bed, even if he wasn't certain sleep would come tonight.
Makoto stepped out, flinching in surprise when she saw him, turning her head bashfully. She hadn't been this shy around him in years, and Shin marveled at it. Gently, he tugged her to him, nodding at the soft "Shin," she warned him with, loosely wrapping his arms around her waist. He wasn't going to break their unspoken pact. He just missed their heartbeats touching.
Her hands came up to grasp lightly at his singlet, forehead against his shoulder with a soft sigh of her own. Shin closed his eyes, smelling the pleasant floral scent of freshly-shampoo'd hair and the minty freshness of toothpaste. They stayed close and still for a time, just long enough to bring calm to each other, just long enough for the heartbeats to beat in time again. Then Makoto began to pull away, and Shin let her go.
She looked up at him, eyes searching for something in his, finding comfort when it was there. She gave him a shaky smile, and it startled Shin to realise his fiancee was nervous instead of merely stressed. Why? Tomorrow was really just a formality, wasn't it - they'd known for a while that they weren't easily parted. Was Makoto worried he'd leave her waiting?
Gently, he cupped her face. His hands were rough against her soft skin, but he knew Makoto wouldn't mind. Shin leaned forward and pressed a promise to her forehead, one he'd formalise tomorrow and remind her of every day they had together. He felt calm now; his smile came easier. His thumb pressed lightly over her lips, and then he let Makoto go.
He didn't need to say anything. One of the things he loved about her was that she understood him implicitly. Makoto's own smile firmed, and she turned for bed without a word. Shin followed suit; it wouldn't do to sleep in and be late for his own wedding, after all.