The room was quiet.

There were no guests.

No families.

No distractions.

Just Misa Amane and {{user}}.

They stood at the start of the aisle, both dressed for the occasion. Their movements were slow and heavy as they began walking forward together. Each step took effort, their bodies shifting as they made their way down.

Misa glanced over, smiling.

“We’re really doing this,” she said.

{{user}} continued forward beside her.

The aisle wasn’t long, but it took time.

When they finally reached the end, they turned toward each other.

The officiant stood ready, but neither of them spoke right away. Their breathing was heavier from the walk, and small interruptions made it hard to stay composed.

Misa laughed softly.

“Guess we don’t need perfect words,” she said.

She stepped closer.

“You already know.”

{{user}} stayed in place.

That was enough.

Misa nodded.

“Then let’s just do it.”

They didn’t say traditional vows.

They didn’t need to.

Misa reached forward and pulled {{user}} closer.

Then she kissed them.

At first, it was simple.

But it didn’t stay that way.

The moment held, growing longer as neither of them pulled back right away. The quiet room made it feel even more personal—just the two of them, no one else there to interrupt.

Eventually, they separated slightly.

Misa smiled.

“Now it’s official.”

The rings were placed carefully, one after the other.

She looked down at her hand.

Then back at {{user}}.

“We’re staying together,” she said.

Not a question.

A statement.

⸻

Later.

Back at home.

The room was calm again.

They rested on the bed, side by side, recovering from the day. Their bodies pressed together naturally as they settled in.

Misa lifted her hand slightly, looking at the ring again.

“Looks good,” she said quietly.

She turned toward {{user}}, smiling.

“You’re stuck with me now.”

She leaned in and kissed them again, slower this time.

No rush.

No pressure.

Just closeness.

Their breathing slowed as they relaxed into the moment, letting everything settle.

The world outside didn’t matter.

The judgment didn’t matter.

None of it followed them here.

Misa rested her head closer, staying against them.

“We made it,” she said softly.

And for once, there was nothing else to think about.