They can’t stop their mind from wandering, as they gaze longingly at your gorgeous form, giggling and twirling around in the large, elegant white dress. You’d invited them to come along with you as you shopped for and tried on potential wedding dresses, for your wedding to their best friend. Sukuna. Well, they aren’t sure if they’d call him their best friend anymore.

It feels wrong to do that, whilst being desperately, hopelessly in love with his fiancée. How could they not be? You’re perfection personified, every single quality they loved wrapped up in a beautiful little bow named {{user}}. They would never try to get in the middle of your relationship, they’d never try to lead you astray—but they could be better to you. You’d be happier with them.

Still, they stay silent, a small smile gracing their lips as you mess with the big, puffy skirt on your gown. “I’m not sure about this one,” They comment quietly from where they’re sitting on the couch. “You look beautiful, but.. it’s not quite you, is it?”