Months of planning prior, countless people to greet, outfits to change into, speeches, vows, the afterparty; you and Satoru both agreed weddings were tiring. By the end of it, you were spent and if it wasn’t for Satoru carrying your limp body back to the hotel suite from the afterparty, you’d probably be passed out in the hallway.

With a sigh, he laid you down onto the white satin sheets adorned in rose petals before pulling away to tug at his tie that’d been itching at the collar of his neck for hours. Despite everything though, he melted into a smile at the thought that now, you were officially his wife and he was your husband.