Tobirama:

Two months after that, Izuna gave me my ring.

It was when we were out in a picnic, enjoying freshly baked bread, cashew cheese, purple grapes and sparkling wine together.

Can I have the other cheese, please? Izuna asked.

There is no other cheese.

Yes, there is. In the bottom of the basket.

I had searched all over the bottom of it but found nothing.

My love, there is no- Oh...

My hand touched a small, velvety box, and when I took it up, he just stared at it.

Open it.

It was a golden band, broad, masculine, perfect.

Something was written in the inside.

I'm yours forever. Izuna xx

I put it on.

I had never felt so whole.

Yet, I had never been so scared.

Last night, I'd gotten a text message I hadn't yet told Izuna about.

Izuna:

I had never had so fun in my life as when I planned our wedding.

I loved thinking about all the details, daydreaming, searching the internet, putting something together with my fiancé that suited us perfectly.

Tobirama was always eager, never complained, carefully listened to everything I had to say and gave his honest opinions. But I could tell he did it because he loved seeing me excited about it. I didn't mind. I honestly found it adorable that this man that had looked so dangerous that first night in Sticky Fingers now sat next to me trying to convince me about having one flavour on each story of the wedding cake.

I kind of despised him for it because it was actually a very good idea and I wished I had come up with it.

But I was so blissfully happy, I didn't know what to make of myself. And I could feel it in him, too.

We had moved in together by then, into my apartment. It was small but I was so attached to it after having renovated it, I didn't want to leave. Tobirama was over the moon, having spent almost every night there this past year, except for the few occasions we'd felt like something more luxurious and went to his.

So we planned everything out in the comfort of our home. I went wedding dress shopping with Cassandra and Chris. Chris bawled his eyes out when I found the one I wanted, and I took his hand then and carefully asked if he wanted to be my best man. He broke down crying.

"Do I have to wear a dress, too?" he joked with a wobbly voice.

The three of us had then shrieked with laughter as Chris tried on some wedding dresses that looked absolutely awful with his stocky frame and hairy legs. We were still crying of laughter as we went out of the beautiful shop to go have coffee and cake together to celebrate.

When I came home, Tobirama came to meet me in the hallway, clad in sweatpants and a tight, black T-shirt.

"My fucking God, you're hot", my dick made my mouth say as I saw him.

He smirked. "Not so bad yourself." After all this time, I still blushed. "Whatcha got there?" he asked, pointing to the large paper bag. Suddenly, his eyes became saucers. "Is that-"

"The wedding dress, yes." I interrupted, impatient, dropping the bag in the floor. "No peeking. Now, fuck me."

He came to me then, put his finger underneath my chin in that way of his.

"On your knees for me."

I immediately went down, painting his world in all sorts of different colours.

"I wanna show you something", he said afterwards as we laid underneath our double duvet, his ginormous body engulfing me.

"What?"

He reached his hand out, took his laptop, wrote the password and turned it towards me.

I squinted, adjusting my eyes as I had neither glasses nor lenses on.

"That's..."

"I had some time to kill, so I made this", he said. "If you don't like it, we don't have to use it!" he added hurriedly. "I mean-"

"Shh", I interrupted, and put my fingertips to the glass screen. "It's... Tobes where did you learn this skill?"

He smiled carefully. "I took a quick course in graphical design when I was in my twenties. Haven't used those skills in ages."

On the screen was the most exquisite invitation card I had ever seen. It was mostly white, with details of the colours we'd decided on; two shades of jade green and two shades of terracotta. The text was in gold. It was so subtle yet so perfectly made, it took my breath away.

I looked up at him. "Tobirama, thank you."

He put the laptop away, scooped me up. "Thank you for becoming my husband. Or wife." He put his finger tip to my nose playfully, and I stuck out my tongue at him. "Or whatever the fuck you'll be."