𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐭 | ＧＯＪＯ

45: Traditions

an; I will do a bonus chapter for the lap dance I promise, but for now, the main story continues..

Thick steam filled the air as you slowly slipped your calf out of the milky bath water and began to delicately shave at your skin. The relaxing scent of lavender infused with ylang-ylang filled the tiled room, gradually easing your nerves about tomorrow. Yep, the big day was finally arriving.

The soft water swirled around your frame whilst you continued to irradicate the microscopic stubble from your body, you were determined to be a hairless cat for your wedding. Perfection was required.

Sat in the tub you were a picture of serenity however your inner mind was screaming with anxiety.
This day you'd dreamed about since childhood, the dress, the hair, makeup, cake, venue. The list was endless and entirely overwhelming, you were just grateful you had the best helpers.
Shoko and Mei Mei, with the help of Luna of course, were ensuring everything was going to plan. Shoko had basically spent the entire day chain smoking outside, on the phone relentlessly contacting providers to check they were on schedule.

And your future husband on the other hand, was a baffoon. Seriously, the boy couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag. His heart was in the right place, but he was hopeless.
A smile creased the corners of your lips as you remember him only this morning running away from the caterer trying to get his opinions on the lunch options.

You drained the bath of water and hopped out. Grabbing the towel and wrapping it round yourself to keep some of that heat in you stepped out into the hotel bedroom. Your vision caught sight of a garment hung up against the mirrored wardrobe, your face instantly softens at the sight of it. It'd taken you six months of searching to finally fall in love with a dress, and my word was it breathtaking.

You inched closer to it, extending your finger tips out you caressed it lovingly.
You'd never felt more beautiful than the day you'd tried that dress on.
Your mind turned like an excited child. One little try on wouldn't hurt, right?

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"Daaaddd, you've been reciting it for ages", Yuna moaned as she watched her father pace back and forward in their sitting area. A tattered clump of papers was tightly gripped in his hand, multiple pen corrections could be seen on the reverse of it. His icy aqua eyes scanned the writing messily scrawled onto as his mouth mindlessly muttered words that Yuna couldn't quite make out.
The young girl hopped up off the couch and made her way over to her father, pulling the paper down gently and embracing him in a tight hug. "Dad it's perfect. She'll love it"

The warmth of her touch stopped Satoru in his tracks. He crouched down slightly to echo her embrace. "Thanks baby girl"
Planting a kiss on her forehead he took one last look at his speech before folding it up and tucking it in the suit jacket pocket neatly resting over one of the chairs.

"I'm going to see your mum"

Yuna gasped, spinning on her heels and clasping at his wrist. "It's bad luck! You can't see her before the wedding!"
She gripped him tighter in his silence just as he turned round to face her. Crouching down slightly, he got to eye level, tucking a strand of her loose ivory hair behind her ear.
"Sweetheart. What you need to know is, I can't be without your mother. Not for a single day. She is me, we are one. I need her"
The young girl smiled, still seeming unsure. "If it helps, I won't look at her. I'll talk through the door". The smile on Yuna's lips turned into a grin as she nodded in agreement.
"You promise?"
She held her pinky out.

He intertwined his finger with hers, locking them into place.
"I promise"

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You slid the remaining strap over your shoulder. God it felt so good to be in this gown. You slipped your hands down the soft material finding your synched hips as you step back to fully admire yourself in the full length mirror.

Bang, bang!

An abrupt knocking against your door startled you out of your daze. No voice came from the outside of your room which made you curious to who your late night visitor could be.
Lifting the white dress from the floor to prevent you stepping on it, you edge closer to the door and twist the chrome handle.

"No. Don't open it"
The husky words roll off of the males tongue giving you instant goosebumps. You'd recognise that voice anywhere.
"Satoru.." you hush gently.
You rest your back against the cold wood of the oak door, your body feels a thud as your fiance does the same thing from the other side. You both lean your head's back, inches from eachother yet feeling like a million miles away.

"How are you feeling?" He asked with his eyebrows cocked, generally curious as to whether you were stressing as much as him. "Going out of my mind. I feel like tonight is going to drag badly"
He chuckled "Mmhm! Yep, it's already taking all of my energy not to burst through this door and be with you"

His comment made the corners of your lips curl. "But I made a promise to Yuna. She says it's bad luck you see.."
Imagining your daughter bossing her 6ft 3 father around was amusing. "Takes after me there" you point out.
"Yep. Stubborn as anything, the pair of you"

You both stood in silence for a moment listening to eachothers breathing.
"I better go, I need to take this dress off before I damage it somehow"

"Your in the dress right now?" Gojo's voice became strained as his throat becomes instantly parched of moisture.
"Yes.. I tried it on again" you replied.
His fists tighten at the thought of your body tightly wrapped in a beautiful white dress walking down the aisle towards him.
"I need to go baby before I really do destroy this door with my bare hands to get to you"

You feel the weight of the door change as your fiance hoisted himself up and away. "Goodnight my beautiful bride to be"

"My wife"

"Mrs Y/n Gojo"