“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 her wedding dress, making sure she would look elegant on her special day. She’s his friend, 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 her bodice making sure it wasn’t too tight or too loose

he couldn’t help but to feel this…jealousy inside him. Whoever was marrying {{user}} certainly was lucky