They had held hands like this many times before, but she was almost hyperaware of the ring on her finger and the way it made everything fit just a little differently. Somehow, it was that that made her eyes wet.

Fujiko was sure she must have planned out her wedding in great detail when she was younger.

After all, she had always intended to get married someday. There would be a beautiful, pure white wedding dress with a long train trailing behind. At the altar would be a man who loved her exactly as she was, who wouldn't demand she change herself to fit into a role society demanded she fill.

It had, she decided when Shirogane smiled, taken her too many decades to finally find him.

She leaned up to meet him halfway, bringing a hand up to cup his face with the hand not holding his.