a/n: alexa play 'desi girl' (ft. satoru finding his name in your mehndi) lowkey think that i like the suguru one more LOL
there's music playing in the background, almost muffled by the excited chatter of friends and family invited to your most special day. but if gojo's being honest, he can't hear the music or chatter, solely entranced by you. you and him in your own little bubble of happiness.
his hands cradle yours tenderly yet firmly, your knuckles brushing against his palms. you expect his eyes to be scrutinising the brown stain, intricate and beautiful, but when your gaze flickers to his face he's staring at you with a lovesick grin.
“satoru, you're not even looking,” you laugh.
“oh, i am. and i'm thoroughly enjoying the view.” he winks. you roll your eyes playfully.
“mhm, but i'm your goofy husband now, mrs gojo,” he smirks, but it soon melts back into a loving smile. it almost hurts his heart, in the most euphoric way possible, to look at you, adorned in deep red and gold. his wife.
“hey, don't try to weasel your way out of this by talking sweet like that.”
“i'm not trying to weasel out of anything. am i the bad guy for wanting to stare at my stunning wife?” he emphasises the last word on purpose, savouring the way it rolls off his tongue so beautifully.
you huff, beginning to slide your hands out of his but he quickly grasps them again, his thumbs circling your palms.
“ah, you don't need to let go. fineee, i'll take a looksie.”
he spares one more glance at your features before his eyes trail down to your hands painted delicately with mehndi, to find his name embedded into it.
it's hidden on your wedding ring finger. he already knows it. he found it about ten minutes ago before his eyes had wandered to your face. but he doesn't say anything, not wanting to let go of your hands yet as his thumbs continue to caress your palms.
as he pretends to continue to look for it, he speaks up softly, “your grandmother told me about that myth - that the darker the stain of your mehndi, the more your husband loves you. and it's no surprise that yours is so dark,” he smirks playfully, eyes briefly meeting yours.
a soft smile decorates your lips, and his heart skips a beat. “in that case, i never want it to fade.”
“i'll make sure it never does,” he whispers, bringing your hand up to his lips and he kisses the spot where his thumb once was. and his thumb moves to hover over his engraved name.
you notice where his thumb drifts and raise an eyebrow at him. “you saw it this whole time, didn't you?”
he grins cheekily, crinkled eyes marrying yours, such devotion and admiration shimmering in his. “yeah,” he admits quietly, “i just didn't wanna let go.”
his lips travel up from your palm to the gold ring sitting prettily on your finger, a diamond nestled in the middle so luminous, yet his eyes still put it to shame.
“am i the pope? kissing my ring like that,” you giggle teasingly. but your eyes are warm and affectionate as you watch him.
“chup, and let me love on my wife.”
