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“Are you sure it looks okay?” Geto Suguru stared at himself once more in the body-long mirror. He tidied up his white tuxedo again, untying and tying his lilac tie.
“You'll end up ruining your suit, you know.”
“Shit. You’re right. I just…”
“Excited. Nervous. Giddy. Wanting to throw up. I know.”
“Shoko…”
“C’mere, dummass,” Shoko Ieri, who was sitting on the couch behind Geto, got up from her seat. Geto approached her and leaned forward, letting her tidy up his tie for once and for all. She slid a necktie clip on the base of his tie, as well as the lapel pin on his breast pocket, which was decorated with a small, soft lavender pin, and a delicate chain.
“There. Now if you touch your suit again I will personally kill you.”
Geto let out a nervous exhale and looked at himself again. The pin on his pocket matched the flowers on the side of his hair perfectly.
“I just… Want everything to be perfect, you know.”
“Yeah. I get it. That's what everyone wants, you know. But seriously, man. You look great.”
“Thanks, Shoko.”
He splashed some fresh cologne on his wrists and neck, and looked at the watch on his hand. It was almost time.
“It’s actually happening, huh?” Geto mumbled, turning to look at his friend. Shoko, wearing a lilac dress, placed a cigarette between her thin, shiny lips. Geto took it out and pushed it back into the cigarette box. “We had a deal, remember? No smoking until after the ceremony. If I can do it, so can you.”
“Alright, alright. Sorry. Yeah.” She put her hands on her sides and the two of them looked at their reflections. “It's actually happening,” she repeated his words, smiling. “Who knew. Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, officially establishing their joint life in marriage… Now that is one bold move, isn't it?”
“Honestly, I never thought I’d get married,” Geto said, putting his left hand in his pocket. Where his right arm used to be, was now a prosthetic. “I never thought about it in general. It wasn’t really on the top of my to-do list.”
“Oh, come on, man,” Shoko laughed, slapping his back. He made a face but then smiled nonetheless. “It was so obvious. Even if it took you so long to realize it. Gojo was always head-over-heels for you.”
“Shoko…”
“It’s true. Since we were high school students, you two were inseparable.”
“That is, until I left and went all crazy…”
“That is, even though you left and went all crazy, you dumdum. Wasn’t it him who let you stay in hiding all those years, and nursed you back to health after the whole Yuuta thing? Who stood up for you in front of the higher-ups and all that?”
“Shoko… Why are you saying all this all of the sudden? It’s not really like you, and I know it all already—”
“Because, Geto,” Shoko turned him towards her, shutting him up, “I want to remind you that you are loved. You’re not alone. You… Are getting married.”
Geto paused, his lips slightly parted. It took a moment for the words to sink in. He turned his head and sniffled, wiping away a few tears from his eyes.
“... Yeah,” he whispered, clearing his throat. He smiled at her when he turned to her again. “Yeah.”
“Now, come on. Let's get you to your husband-to-be, yeah? It’s time.”
~💮~
“Gojo-san,” Nanami said in his usual even tone as he opened the door to Gojo’s room, “it’s almost time. We should get going—”
As he looked into the room, he found that Gojo was pacing back and forth, mumbling words that at the moment sounded more like unintelligible gibberish than anything else. His mind was so occupied that he didn’t even notice—or rather, he ignored—the fact that Nanami just stepped in.
“... Or maybe I should get another shirt. I have time to get a better shirt, yeah, I’ll just teleport there, it’ll only take me seconds, right? And what the fuck is this cologne even I don’t get why…”
“Gojo-san.”
“... My hair looks stupid I should redo that too, like, why did I even think that pulling it back was a good idea? It makes me look like I’m…”
“Gojo-san.”
“... And this stupid tie doesn't even match my eyes I mean that's lilac my eyes are sky-blue it’s that simple…”
“Gojo-san!”
Gojo finally turned to him. “Nanami! Sorry, I was just—I don’t know what’s happening, it’s like everything is going wrong and—”
Nanami stepped closer, putting his cursed tool against Gojo’s throat. Gojo didn’t activate his Infinity; in fact, somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he needed to be shaken up like this.
“Gojo-san, I am not in the least sorry to inform you how perfectly stupid and baseless your behavior is.”
Gojo let out a breath. “... I know. I'm just… Nervous. You know? What if Suguru hates the way I look or smell on our wedding day? It's gonna be so embarrassing…”
“Though I do not particularly care, I do not think that Geto-san would think that.”
“What if I forget my vows?”
“Do you have them written down?”
“... Yes.”
Nanami rolls his eyes. “Then do not forget your notes. Now, may we go?”
Gojo raised his hands. “Wait, wait, Nanami! Can I ask you one last thing?”
Nanami sighed. “I know I am going to regret this but, you are one of the grooms of the day, so… What is it?”
“What if…” Gojo gulped, biting his lower lip. His fingers fidgeted together. “What if he changes his mind and doesn’t want to get married? You know when we go back to Japan, we’re going to have a traditional ceremony because my clan insists—”
“Sadly, yes, I know.”
“—so that’s also at stake, and we do have plans for the future, but… What if he…?”
“Gojo-san,” Nanami’s serious tone got even more serious. “I am going to say this only once, so listen carefully. Never in my life have I seen a couple so well-matched as the two of you are. He is the only person probably in the entire universe who can keep up with you and your idiocy, let alone willingly. Let alone after everything you two have been to. I cannot speak in his name, but even I know this much. Now, may we go? We are already late.”
Gojo looked at him for a moment with the softest of smiles, his eyes as bright and hopeful as in their youth.
It made Nanami miss Haibara. He hoped that his soul was watching over them, too. He would have loved this ceremony.
“Thank you, Nanami. I appreciate this,” Gojo has never been this sincere before. It gave Nanami goosebumps. “One last thing before we go?”
Goosebumps gone. Irritation back.
“If you must.”
Gojo’s gaze was different—more serious and determined—so Nanami was weary.
“Take this,” Gojo handed him an envelope. “Open it after the ceremony, okay?”
Nanami looked at the small, white envelope, and then put it in his breast pocket. “Alright. I will. Now…”
“Yes, yes, okay. We may go now. Lead the way.”
~💮~
The moment that Gojo and Geto were waiting for finally arrived.
Gojo walked into the small garden first, escorted by Nanami. The garden was rich in flowers and plants, creating a perfectly beautiful and gentle scenery along with the small altar that stood far ahead. The students and some of the Jujutsu High staff sat on exquisite white benches on both sides, which created a path for the two men to walk through. All the guests, which weren’t many but were more than enough, stood up to greet them, smiling proudly. Yuuji teared up a bit, as did Nobara, and Megumi stood between them, sighing and comforting them both while groaning, “the ceremony didn’t even start yet.” With them stood Yuuta, Toge, Maki, and Panda; on the left were the Kyoto students and staff, as well as Nanako and Mimiko.
Gojo straightened his back further and walked on with a big smile. It was finally happening.
He made his way down the aisle, throwing peace signs and waves all over for the guests.
When they reached the altar, Nanami looked at him with a slight, yet sincere, smile. “It’s all on you from here.”
Gojo nodded with a widening smile. “Thanks, Nanami,” he told him gently, and the other man returned to his seat near Principal Yaga.
He stood beneath the altar, a bit to the right, waiting for his chosen one to arrive. He could hear his own heart in his ears; the tips of his fingers were tingling. He had to remind himself not to lick his lips so the lipgloss he put won’t get ruined.
The moment came. Geto emerged from the other side of the garden with Shoko by his side.
Geto was so beautiful that Gojo’s breath was held.
His long, dark hair was a perfect contrast to the light lilac suit, which perfectly matched the flowery decoration on their jackets. His smile was devastating. His eyes, those honey eyes, sparkled with wetness of the best kind.
“Geto, you’re trembling,” Shoko whispered, before noticing the tears in his eyes. “Oh.”
“It’s just. He’s so stunning, isn’t he?” Geto whispered back, his eyes glued to Gojo’s sky-blue ones.
“He’s gonna be your husband, of course you’re gonna think that…”
Geto chuckled. They began walking down the aisle, yet with the first step, he was shocked once he was greeted by all the guests with applause.
Everyone’s smiles, their hospitality and understanding… It felt… Genuine?
He felt Shoko’s hand behind his back, pushing him to step forward. “See? Told you,” she whispered to him. “You’re loved.”
Even Gojo's second year students, who had every right to hate his guts, looked at him with unparalleled kindness. Yuuta and Maki’s smiles never looked so sincere, just like the slight nod they gave Geto momentarily. Geto smiled back, tears still in his eyes, mouthing a delicate “thank you.”
Shoko stayed near the students, and Geto joined Gojo beneath the white, flowery altar.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Gojo whispered and smiled, beautiful and honest, his eyes radiating with excitement and joy. “You look gorgeous.”
“You too,” Geto whispered back, a choked laughter escaping his mouth. His eyes moved back and forth from Satoru's diamond eyes to his lips. “Is that… Did you put something on your lips?”
“Lipgloss. It's strawberry flavored because you love strawberries.”
Geto chuckled again. “You’re unbelievably sweet, Satoru.”
“This lipgloss will make me even sweeter, Suguru,” Gojo hummed.
~💮~
The priest said a few words about the union of two lovers; about the power that love holds when it's truthful and genuine; about how two persons can, sometimes, be as one.
This was the unity he wanted for Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru.
“Mr. Gojo, do you have your vows?”
“Y-yes,” Gojo blushes, taking out of his breast pocket a small, expensive paper. He observed it for a few seconds, as if studying it for the first time, before putting it back in his pocket. He took Geto's hands on his, instead, looking into his eyes.
“Suguru,” he began gently, smiling. “I prepared some written words but it feels pointless, somehow. If I have anything to say, I should say it from my heart, not my mind. You taught me that. Remember? When I was a sixteen years old dumbass who was so full of himself that he couldn't see anyone else. And sure, I still am full of myself, rightfully so I must add, but I—I have learned to see. I found that, though I’m putting a distance between myself and the people around me, I can still… Love. With you… I've known that from our very first conversation. I always saw you as my equal, my partner, my completing part. And I'm not going to mention all the things that went down… But let me tell you this.”
They looked at each other, and only at each other, as if it was only them in the garden.
“I have never, in my life, for even one second, stopped loving you. I wanted to be by your side. This was my way of telling you that… You were the first person to see me for who I really am, and I will do the exact same for you. Having you in my life forever… it will be my greatest satisfaction.”
Geto already teared up from the very first word, and the tears were still streaming down his cheeks when Gojo finished. The latter wiped away his lover’s tears, smiling at him with such radiation that Geto thought his heart was going to explode.
“Satoru,” Geto started after clearing his throat, “when we first met all those years ago, I thought you were a dick. A powerful dick, but a dick nonetheless,” both of them laughed. “But it was the fact that you were one of the only people I saw at the time so frequently, day after day, for about two years… that made me see all of you, completely and unfiltered, unmasked. And… I loved it. I loved the real you, your flaws and imperfections. And I was able to see it because you saw me, too. In fact, I wasn’t aware until a year ago, when you decided to spare my life and help me find myself again, just how… Just how much and how genuinely you accepted me, every bit of me. And I can’t tell you how eternally grateful I am for that. For so many years I was so full of hate and resentment… I was radical in ways that were unforgivable. And…”
Turning to Gojo’s second year students, Suguru looked at each one of them, sniffling, “I’m sorry. I know I said it already but I will say it again, I will always say it. I’m sorry for all the mess I made. I don’t know how Satoru was able to trust me so much, even then,” he turned his gaze to Gojo again, “but he did. And that’s what saved me. Thank you for being my light, Satoru. It will be my honor to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Gojo’s eyes, just like Geto’s, were wet and sparkling. They squeezed each other’s hands, unable to let go. That is, until Shoko and Nanami came over to bring them their rings.
Holding the golden ring in his delicate hand, Gojo lifted Geto’s flesh palm within his free one.
“Do you, Gojo Satoru, take Geto Suguru to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad times, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?” the priest asked.
“I do,” Gojo blushed.
“And do you, Geto Suguru, take Gojo Satoru to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad times, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” Geto’s smile widened.
Each put the ring on the other’s fourth finger. Together, they glistened in the sunlight, a perfect match for the perfect couple.
It was instantly after the priest pronounced then husband and husband that Geto and Gojo kissed. It was a delicate, close-mouthed kiss, one that nonetheless made them wrap their arms around each other and seem like one entity: like a flower at midnight that loops its petals around themselves. It took them a few seconds to actually hear the crowd cheering for them and break the kiss.
Gojo kept his forehead pressed to Geto's.
“I love you,” he mouthed.
“I love you too, Satoru,” Geto replied just as softly.
~💮~
It was way into the festive feast that the freshly wedded couple and the guests had together, that Nanami remembered the envelope Gojo gave him before the ceremony. Gently digging into breast pocket, he took it out and read it quietly.
On it was a small drawing of two penises, and the signatures of Gojo and Geto.
Nanami rolled his eyes, sighed deeply, and neatly folded the note.
Gojo and Geto watched him and giggled. “Works every time.”