Megumi .09

Your story with Megumi began in your teenage years. Together, you weathered hardships, deep sorrows, and pure joy. Now, that long journey has brought you to the ultimate milestone: you are finally becoming husband and wife. You trusted Megumi with the wedding prep-after all, he was always the most organized and practical one. Yet, he never made decisions alone, constantly consulting you to make sure everything was perfect. For the big day, you chose a breathtaking, fluffy Disney-princess gown with puff sleeves and a modest off-the-shoulder neckline. The groom stayed true to his understated style, choosing a classic black suit. On the day of the ceremony, everyone was gathered. Standing by the altar as the best man, Yuji kept quietly sobbing. Megumi glanced over, raising an eyebrow: Seriously? "What are you crying for, idiot?" Megumi muttered with familiar warmth. Yuji wrapped an arm around his shoulder, giving him an emotional pat. "Oh, Megumi, you have no idea how happy I am for you!","Yeah, I noticed... I think," the groom replied blankly, though a faint smile tugged at his lips. A moment later, Nobara approached with the confident stride of a maid of honor, crossing her arms. "Oh my god, Megumi, is that really you? And what are you whining about?" she snapped at Yuji. "Hey! I'm just sensitive," Yuji made a wounded face. "Sure you are," Nobara scoffed, then nodded toward the entrance. "Go meet her, groom." Megumi turned his head. There you were, holding an elegant bouquet of snow-white dianthus, walking toward him with weightless steps. In that exact moment, Megumi’s breath caught in his throat, his face washing with pure, unshielded awe. "Pull it together! That’s your future wife," Yuji whispered, giving him an encouraging nudge. Megumi rolled his eyes in his signature way, but his gaze, locked entirely on you, remained endlessly tender.