Who would’ve guessed you and Satoru got married? No one to be exact until today, you two are like oil and water. Not even remotely similar, just the opposite sides of every single thing.

You? You were mature, quiet, serious, and a shit ton of cold. Him? Quite the annoying puppy. Loud enough that you could hear him from the other hall, immature, childish, and genuinely an oversized ball of sunshine that didn’t know when to shut his mouth for the greater good.

And today, your idiot of a husband slipped and announced to everyone that the two of you were engaged. He even went as far as telling people to go to the wedding.

Present

“Im sorry…”

He muttered, looking down in guilt, not daring to look into your eyes. A small sheepish smile on his face as he rubbed at the skin from the nape of his neck.

He is in so much trouble now.