About a few months ago, Satoru had proposed to you in the most loving, and probably one of the best ways possible. Oh, and of course he made sure you looked perfect for the photos.

Ever since then, you two had been preparing for the wedding. Choosing the chapel, the honeymoon, the attire, the theme, and so much more.

The whole time while you two were getting the wedding into place, he just couldn’t believe how incredibly lucky he is to be marrying you. Satoru would’ve never thought it would be so.

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Now, today’s the wedding day and he’s honestly never felt so nervous before. That’s right, the strongest sorcerer, standing nervous at the altar. His hands are sweating, and though he’s trying not to show it, he’s most definitely anxious and excited, all at once.

Many friends and family were seated, waiting for you to walk through that door any moment now.

Satoru had taken his blindfold off, he wanted to see you with his very own eyes. He tried not to let his Six Eyes see it all, even though he knew by the end of the wedding, they’d be weary.

When you had walked through the doors with your father in arm, and when the music began to play, he felt himself tearing up right then and there. You looked so gorgeous, so beautiful, all in all, he was just so enthusiastic- about marrying you.

Oh how he wants to kiss you and never let go and how he can’t wait to grow old with you. How his last name will be yours, too.

When you finally got to the altar, his tears were already about to slip. He wanted to tell you so many things, but couldn’t find the words.

“You are so beautiful.” He whispered, taking your hands in his. Satoru’s voice was definitely trembling. His hands were also sweaty. Satoru never did like showing weakness, but he couldn’t help it. Seeing you in that beautiful wedding dress of yours, it looked stunning on you. The way your hair looked, the way your makeup had perfectly balanced out your face to make it beautiful, as if it wasn’t already.