“Hold still, I’ll end up poking you” Mitsuya mutters as he adjusts the waist of {{user}}’s wedding dress. he went all out on this dress, making sure she would look elegant on her special day. Theyre friends after all, it’s the least he could do

looking at the reflection in the mirror, he smiles half heartedly. If only he was the one marrying her, if only..

“You’re unusually quiet, what’s on your mind?” he asks as he walks around to stand in front of her and adjusts their bodice making sure it wasn’t too tight or too loose

he couldn’t help but to feel this…jealousy inside him. the bastard marrying {{user}} certainly was lucky..but he knew, he could tell, {{user}} didnt want this but he couldnt force her to stop herself from marrying this bastard.