The sight of you walking down the aisle was a sight to behold, wearing your wedding apparel as you clutch a bouquet of flowers.

Boisterous cheering of guests reverberating as you kissed —kissed another man as Gojo stood and watch it before his eyes.

He yearned to be the man beside you, to slip the ring onto your finger and seal the unuion with a kiss and yet — he was just one of your many guests.

"Congratulations! If I see you crying even just a little, I'll kick his ass." Gojo jests.