The sun rose over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the estate where Giyuu Tomioka and Sanemi Shinazugawa were about to get married. It should have been a perfect day-the culmination of weeks of planning and the start of their new life together. But as the first rays of sunlight touched the earth, it quickly became clear that nothing was going to go as planned.

Sanemi woke up in a foul mood, which wasn't exactly surprising, but today it was more intense. He had spent a sleepless night in Giyuu's room- not exactly resting-his mind running in circles as he thought about the chaos to come. He had hoped the night with Giyuu would soothe his nerves, but as dawn broke, his anxiety came rushing back like a freight train.

Rolling out of bed, he quickly dressed and stepped outside, needing a moment to breathe before the madness of the day began. He didn't get far before Mitsuri appeared, practically skipping down the path toward him, her smile as bright as the sun overhead.

"Sanemi!" she called, her voice filled with excitement. "It's your big day! Are you excited?"

Sanemi scowled, rubbing a hand over his face. "Excited isn't the word I'd use."

Mitsuri giggled, her green and pink hair bouncing as she came to a stop in front of him. "Don't worry! Everything's going to be perfect! Well... mostly perfect. Maybe."

Sanemi's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean 'mostly perfect?'"

Mitsuri hesitated, her smile faltering just a little. "Well... there have been a few... hiccups."

"Hiccups?" Sanemi repeated, his voice dangerously low. "Like what?"

Before Mitsuri could answer, there was a loud crash from the direction of the courtyard, followed by an unmistakable roar of anger. Sanemi's heart sank. He knew that voice all too well.

"Inosuke," he muttered under his breath, already feeling his temper rise.

Mitsuri quickly placed a hand on his arm, trying to calm him down. "It's fine! He's just-um-being himself. He was trying to help with the chairs, but then he... well, he tried to wrestle one of the decorators because he thought they were trying to 'steal his territory.'"

Sanemi pinched the bridge of his nose, already regretting every decision that had led him to this moment. "Of course he did."

"Don't worry, though!" Mitsuri said quickly, her smile returning full force. "I've got everything under control!"

Sanemi raised an eyebrow. "Do you?"

"...Mostly!" Mitsuri chirped, a little too cheerfully. "I'll go check on things. You just focus on getting ready."

Sanemi sighed, watching as Mitsuri darted off toward the courtyard to presumably stop Inosuke from mauling another wedding guest. This was already shaping up to be a disaster, and the day had barely begun.

Meanwhile, across the estate, Giyuu was having his own morning of mishaps. He had awoken to the sound of Tanjiro knocking gently on his door, a concerned look on his face.

"Giyuu, we have a problem," Tanjiro said, his voice apologetic.

Giyuu, still groggy from sleep, blinked at him. "What kind of problem?"

Tanjiro hesitated, then sighed. "The flowers... they're gone."

Giyuu blinked again, his mind struggling to catch up. "What?"

"I don't know how it happened!" Tanjiro continued, his voice filled with guilt. "I was helping Zenitsu and Inosuke with the decorations, and when I went to check on the flowers, they weren't there. They must have been misplaced, or someone moved them, or-"

Giyuu held up a hand, stopping Tanjiro's rambling. "It's fine," he said quietly, though there was a hint of frustration in his voice. "We'll figure it out."

Tanjiro nodded, his expression determined. "I'll go find them! I promise I'll fix this."

Giyuu watched as Tanjiro rushed off, his heart sinking. He had hoped for a calm morning, a quiet moment to mentally prepare himself for the day ahead, but it seemed that chaos was inevitable. Still, Giyuu wasn't one to lose his composure easily. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. The flowers weren't the most important thing. He could live without them.

An hour later, things had only gotten worse.

Inosuke's "incident" with the decorator had escalated, resulting in half of the chairs being knocked over and several of the decorative arches being trampled in the ensuing chaos. Zenitsu had accidentally sent half of the wedding guests to the wrong location, leaving only a small handful of people actually present at the venue. And, to top it all off, the cake was late.

"Who the hell gave Zenitsu the job of organizing the guest list?" Sanemi demanded, his voice laced with irritation as he paced back and forth in the preparation room. "Why is he even allowed near anything important?"

Tanjiro, who had been doing his best to smooth things over, looked up from whatever he was doing, his expression sheepish. "I... thought it would be a simple job. Just sending out directions, you know?"

Sanemi stopped pacing long enough to shoot him a withering glare. "Yeah, well, clearly you overestimated him."

Tanjiro winced but didn't argue. "It'll all work out! We'll send the guests the correct location, and they'll be here soon."

Sanemi wasn't convinced. "How soon?"

Tanjiro hesitated. "...Soon."

Sanemi let out a frustrated growl, running a hand through his hair. The morning had been nothing but one disaster after another, and he was beginning to wonder if this whole thing was cursed.

"Where the hell is Giyuu?" Sanemi muttered, glancing toward the door.

"Probably he's dealing with his own problems," Tanjiro said, trying to sound optimistic. "But don't worry! Everything's going to be fine. We'll make this work."

Sanemi wasn't so sure. It felt like the universe was conspiring against them, throwing every possible obstacle in their path. But before he could dwell too much on his rising anxiety, Mitsuri burst into the room, her face flushed with excitement.

"The cake's here!" she announced, beaming. "It's late, but it's here!"

Sanemi felt a brief flicker of relief. Finally, something was going right. "Good."

Mitsuri clapped her hands together, clearly thrilled that at least one aspect of the wedding was falling into place. "And we found the flowers! They were delivered to the wrong address, but we managed to track them down."

Sanemi arched an eyebrow. "Let me guess-Zenitsu?"

Mitsuri giggled nervously. "Maybe. But it's all fixed now! Everything's going to be beautiful."

Sanemi let out a long breath, trying to will himself to relax. It was all going to be fine. It had to be.

By the time the guests had finally been rerouted to the correct location-thanks to Zenitsu's frantic efforts-the sun had already begun to sink lower in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over the venue. The chaos from earlier had mostly subsided, though the tension still lingered in the air like a thin fog.

Sanemi stood at the front of the ceremony space, trying to ignore the way his heart was pounding in his chest. He wasn't nervous- he wasn't -but there was a part of him that couldn't help but feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him.

His fingers twitched at his sides, his usual scowl firmly in place as he scanned the small crowd of guests that had gathered. Most of them were seated now, chatting quietly among themselves as they waited for the ceremony to begin. Tanjiro and Nezuko were seated near the front, their faces full of excitement. Mitsuri and Rengoku were whispering to each other, clearly trying to contain their own enthusiasm (though it wasn't really working since everyone could still hear what the Flame Hashira had to say loud and clear).

Even Genya was there, sitting quietly toward the back, his expression a mixture of nervousness and pride. Sanemi's eyes lingered on his brother for a moment before quickly looking away, the familiar pang of guilt settling in his chest.

But before he could dwell on it for too long, the soft sound of music began to play, signaling the start of the ceremony.

Sanemi's breath hitched in his throat as he turned toward the aisle, his heart pounding even harder now. And then- there he was.

Giyuu.

Dressed in a simple but elegant dark haori, Giyuu walked down the aisle with a quiet grace that was so him, his expression calm but determined. His dark hair framed his face perfectly, and the soft light of the setting sun made his skin glow with a gentle warmth.

Sanemi felt like he had been punched in the gut.

He had always known Giyuu was beautiful, but seeing him like this-walking toward him, ready to marry him-made Sanemi's heart ache in a way he hadn't expected. There was something about the quiet certainty in Giyuu's eyes, the way he held himself with such calm, quiet strength, that made Sanemi's chest tighten with emotion.

For a moment, everything else faded away-the missing cake, the misplaced flowers, the chaos that had plagued them all day. None of it mattered. Not when Giyuu was standing there, walking toward him with that same quiet, unwavering love that had drawn Sanemi in from the very beginning.

When Giyuu finally reached the front, their eyes met, and Sanemi felt his throat tighten with emotion.

"Hey," Sanemi muttered, his voice rough but filled with a strange tenderness.

Giyuu's lips twitched into a small smile. "Hey."

They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, the weight of the day fading into the background. The world seemed to still around them, leaving only the two of them in the quiet, shared moment.

"Are you ready?" Giyuu asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sanemi swallowed hard, his chest tight with emotion. "Yeah. I'm ready."

The ceremony itself was simple, just as they had wanted. No grand speeches, no elaborate rituals. Just them, standing side by side, surrounded by the people they cared about.

When it came time for the vows, Sanemi felt his heart pound even harder in his chest. He had never been good with words-especially not when it came to things like love. But as he stood there, looking into Giyuu's eyes, the words came easier than he expected.

"I'm not... I'm not good at this," Sanemi began, his voice rough but steady. "I'm not good at saying how I feel, or showing it. But you... you get me, in a way no one else does. You see the worst parts of me, and you still... you still want this. Want me. "

Sanemi's throat tightened, and he had to pause for a moment, his chest aching with emotion. "I've spent my whole life pushing people away. But you never left. And... I don't know how to thank you for that. So I'll just say this-I love you. And I'll spend the rest of my life trying to be someone worthy of you."

There was a moment of quiet, the air heavy with the weight of his words. Giyuu's eyes softened, and for the first time that day, Sanemi saw his usually stoic expression fade.

Giyuu took a deep breath before speaking, his voice calm but filled with quiet conviction. "You don't have to try to be worthy, Sanemi. You already are. I've never been good at showing how I feel, but with you... it's different. You make me feel things I never thought I could. You make me want to be better, too."

Giyuu's eyes met Sanemi's, and the connection between them was palpable. "I love you. And I promise, no matter what happens, I'll always be here. Just like I've always been."

Sanemi's chest tightened, the weight of Giyuu's words settling over him like a warm, comforting blanket. He had never needed grand gestures or elaborate declarations. All he had ever needed was this-Giyuu's quiet, steady presence, his unwavering love.

As they exchanged rings, their hands brushing against each other, Sanemi felt a strange sense of peace wash over him. This was it. This was everything.

The officiant smiled warmly at them before speaking the words they had both been waiting for. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you married. You may kiss-"

Sanemi didn't wait for the rest of the sentence. He pulled Giyuu into a kiss, his hand cupping the back of Giyuu's neck as he kissed him deeply, pouring every ounce of love, every unsaid word, into that kiss.

The world seemed to melt away, leaving only them-just as it always had.

When they finally pulled apart, the soft cheers of their friends echoed around them, but Sanemi barely heard them. All he could see was Giyuu, standing there with a rare, soft smile on his face, his eyes filled with a quiet happiness that made Sanemi's heart ache.

"You're mine now," Sanemi muttered, his voice rough but full of affection.

Giyuu's smile widened ever so slightly. "I always have been."

THE END