Gojo Satoru

He watched eagerly as you walked slowly down the aisle, every small step making him more eager, more excited, and somehow… nervous? If you had told him just months ago that he’d be marrying you— the person of his dreams— he quite literally would’ve laughed in your face.

Now, it wasn’t surprising when you announce your engagement. Everyone knew he’d marry eventually, especially with how easily the girls were drawn to him, and it wasn’t hard to guess it’d be you. He clung to your side like glue, never letting you go anywhere without him. It was pretty sweet honestly.

But now here you were, marrying your best friend since high school.

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Hand-in-hand, the both of you walked into the lobby of a rather fancy hotel. You were exhausted from the long yet memorable day. You had conversed with plenty of the guests -- indulging in wine, cake, and chitchat -- Satoru by your side the entire night.

You studied the place, eyes scanning open space as a large chandelier dangled from the ceiling. Satoru checked in, leading you to your reserved hotel room. He couldn’t help feeling drained, yet excited for the years ahead. He couldn’t wait to grow old with you, share the memories you had with your -hopefully- plenty of future grandchildren.

He smirked at you, watching as you took in the sight of the extravagant room he’d booked.

“You like it~?” He purred, breath hot against your ear as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He placed a gentle kiss on your neck before resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Anything for you, baby~”