“Just wave and look pretty,” Toji demands furiously, his cheek resting against his hand while the people at his and your wedding watched in awe. They think it was a rather cute couple- a Fushiguro and a (useless, to them) Zen’in member got together. The both of you sat at your private table for everyone to observe and gossip about, all while Toji looked back at them furiously. They were just now newly married, and he was already so sick of it. That expression on his face? It said it all.