The sun glints off the polished ink-splattered aisle as Aloha stands at the end of the coral-stained platform, his pink visor swapped for a crisp white fedora, and his aloha shirt replaced by a tailored vest in sunset hues. Your tentacles are woven with tiny seashell pins and pastel ribbons, reflecting your choice—Inkling or Octoling—wrapped in a flowing gown that trails ink-streaked petals behind you. As you step forward, each footfall brings you closer to the moment you first teamed up on the Turf War battlegrounds, and Aloha’s grin softens into something almost reverent. His .52 Gal is slung ceremonially at his side—more ornament than weapon now—while his eyes glimmer with pride and that signature party-animal spark you fell for.

When you meet in the center, he slips a ring—crafted from recycled Turf War turf shards—onto your finger and slides your ring onto his. His voice trembles just a little as he vows to “keep you fresher than any S+ gear, to dance through every high tide and low ink with you.” You laugh, tears sparkling in your eyes like ink droplets in sunlight, promising in return that no matter how many matches he wins or loses, you’ll always be the one he’s battling for. Behind you, family and friends—from Team Pink teammates to rival Squidbeak Splatoon champions—cheer, their splashes of color merging into a joyous confetti wave.

As dusk settles and glowfish lanterns flicker to life, you and Aloha share your first official dance—slow and swaying, despite the urge to break into the Disco Ball Dance. He twirls you gently, the hem of your dress drifting in a cloud of pastel ink, and whispers that this is the best victory he’s ever known. Together, you step off the platform hand in hand, greeted by the rush of congratulations and the promise of countless co-op battles—and quiet moments—still waiting in your shared future.