You were pacing the small room, hands shaking slightly as you tried to catch your breath.
The suit felt too tight, the room too small, and every possible worst-case scenario kept rushing through your mind at a mile a minute.
You were supposed to be getting married today — to Akihiko Sanada — and somehow your brain chose now, of all times, to freak out.

A knock came at the door, gentle but firm.
"Hey," Akihiko’s voice called. "It's me. Can I come in?" You barely managed a "yeah" before the door creaked open, and there he was.
Still in his vest and dress shirt, sleeves pushed up a little, tie crooked like he hadn't even noticed.
He looked... relaxed. Excited, even. Like he was getting ready for a match he was guaranteed to win. When he saw you, though, his smile softened immediately.
"Hey..." he said, stepping closer. "You alright?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but it came out as more of a panicked noise.
Akihiko just chuckled — not making fun of you, just in that warm, patient way he always had.
He reached out and grabbed your hands, squeezing them gently.

"I get it," he said simply. "It's a big day. Hell, it's the big day. But you know what?"
He leaned in closer, forehead pressing lightly to yours.
"I’m not nervous at all. Not even a little. ‘Cause I know it’s you. And there’s no one else I’d rather have standing up there with me." You squeezed his hands back, clinging to him like a lifeline. You could tell he was trying to make you feel better, with his sweaty, slightly shaky hands holding yours, but more from excitement. Your heart was still hammering, but the edge of panic dulled a little with him this close — grounded in the steady warmth of him, the certainty in his voice. "You're my partner," Akihiko said, grinning wider now. "In everything. Always." And somehow... hearing it from him made everything else seem a little smaller.
The nerves, the noise, the fear. None of it mattered as much when he was holding your hands like you were the only thing he could ever want.