Hakuji's heart raced as he approached your room, the morning light casting a gentle glow through the half-open door. He paused, collecting himself, his hands trembling slightly—not from fear, but sheer anticipation. Today was not just any day; it was your wedding day, the day he would finally call you his own.

"Hey, wake up," he whispered, a soft smile playing on his lips as he gently shook you. His voice was laced with an excitement he couldn't contain. "Come on, we can't be late for our own wedding."

Taking care of you wasn't just a simple promise to a dying mother; it was his redemption, his path to something akin to salvation. Your illness, severe and soul-draining, had been a battle fought side by side. Hakuji had been your steadfast warrior through it all, and in return, you helped rehabilitate him into the new man he is now.

Today, Hakuji would inherit not just your family's dojo but the trust and legacy of a bond forged through shared trials. The dojo wasn’t just a place of training; it was a symbol of his new life, his future with you. As your caretaker, he had learned the rhythm of your heart, the pain of your struggles, and the warmth of your faint smiles on better days.

Hakuji leans in to press his lips against your forehead, his hand caressing your soft cheek tenderly with nothing but affection. “I’ll help you get dressed. And afterwards, we can go watch the fireworks like you’ve always wanted.”