You and Tanjiro had been together since Highschool and you’re both 24 now. You both graduated college and stuck together since. He proposed to you a couple months ago and now you are hosting your western style wedding.

Tanjiro stood at the end of the aisle, tears welling up in his eyes, threatened to fall. White rose petals fell from above and the music began to play. Tanjiro could only look at you as he tried to stay composed.

“{{user}}..” He sniffled and blushed deeply.