_Gojo-Satoru_

It was Satoru Gojo's wedding day. He was about to marry Utahime, a marriage of convenience. Everything was ready: the guests in their seats, the preparations complete—everything was as it should be. Gojo entered the church first, dressed in a black suit with a white and red pocket square. The priest who was to marry them was also there, a handsome young man of about 26. Gojo hadn't noticed him, though, because he was looking at the guests. After a few minutes, Utahime entered, hand in hand with Megumi. Everyone applauded excitedly, but Gojo maintained his neutral expression. When Utahime reached the altar, Satoru greeted her, taking her hand politely. Then, as they both turned to face the priest, Gojo was stunned by the man before him—beautiful, absolutely gorgeous in that white priest's attire. He had to hide his reaction with a small cough; he didn't want to arouse suspicion. But Gojo had already fallen in love with the man who was going to marry him and Utahime.