you were never one for marriage. and it didn’t help when every marriage around you came crashing down during your childhood (your parents, their parents, your aunts and uncles).

when you were a little girl you didn’t dream about the perfect guy nor the perfect wedding, and even as you got older your opinion never changed.

it wasn’t that you were against it, you just didn’t really care. it didn’t seem meaningful to you, just another exhausting social gathering and paperwork.

even when you found the person you wanted to be with for the rest of your life, your opinion didn’t change. the whole ’you’ll want it when you find the right person’ was bullshit.

satoru gojo was the right person for you in every single way, and still, you did not care for marriage. you didn’t need it. you didn’t need it to prove that you wanted to be tied to him for the rest of your life — he knew that, you knew that.

but still, satoru had been itching to marry you for quite sometime, five years together. he knew you were it for him and that you two were tied by the hip, but still he wanted so badly to be able to call you his ’wife’, officially.

it was a warm summer morning when he asked you. the sun beamed through the window of your bedroom, keeping both of you warm.

satoru’s face nuzzles into your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist — his chest flush to your back as you two lie there.

a peaceful and calm morning. the birds chirping outside of your window that’s cracked open just a bit, letting a cool breeze in.

satoru breaks the silence after a moment, his voice vibrating and muffled against the warm skin of your neck. “marry me.” he says.

you don’t move or even open you eyes when he speaks those two words, you two have spoken about marriage before — satoru knows about your opinions and of course he respects them, but he can’t help but try.

“what?” you respond, voice murmured into the pillow under your head as your hands stay on his that rest around your waist.

“we don’t have to throw a wedding,” satoru continues, not moving either, “let’s just go down to the courthouse. just you and me.”

nothing big, nothing glamorous. no intrusive aunts or divorced parents bickering as wedding cake is being served. just you and him.

isn’t that how it’s supposed to be in the end? you and him. that’s what weddings are about, the love you share with your partner — not the big poofy gown or the wedding gifts.

that’s what’s bothered you about weddings, sharing your love with the rest of the world, and yes, that sounds sweet and nice — but at the same time you don’t feel the need to announce your love for satoru, everyone can see it.

in the way you talk to each other, the way you look at each other. the way you just simply exist with him. in perfect sync.

the love is already obvious, you don’t need to throw a whole social gathering for it.

so when satoru suggests this, you can’t help but feel your mind open up to the idea.

the paperwork has never been appealing to you, but without the big wedding in the picture — paperwork doesn’t sound like such a drag.