Tying the Knot: Giyuu & Sanemi's Guide to a (Not so) Perfect Wedding

IV. Step Four: Dress to Impress (Or Fight About It)

The early morning light filtered through the shoji doors of Giyuu Tomioka's estate, casting soft shadows over the polished wooden floors. It was peaceful—quiet, as always—except for the faint sound of birds chirping outside. Giyuu sat at his usual spot by the low table, his legs folded neatly beneath him as he sipped a cup of tea. In the stillness of the room, he allowed himself a rare moment of calm.

This was his refuge, a place where he could collect his thoughts without the constant barrage of opinions, arguments, and chaos that had surrounded him for the past few weeks.

Unfortunately, that peace was about to be shattered.

"Oi, Tomioka!"

Sanemi's voice echoed through the house, the door sliding open with a sharp thud as he stormed into the room. He was dressed in his usual uniform, his white hair as wild as ever, and his expression set in a deep scowl. Behind him, like a shadow, was Tengen Uzui, whose brightly colored... everything seemed to fill the room with energy that Giyuu found both exhausting and overwhelming.

Giyuu sighed softly, setting his cup of tea down. So much for a quiet morning.

"What is it?" Giyuu asked, his voice even and calm, though he already had a sinking feeling about what was coming.

Sanemi wasted no time getting to the point. "We need to talk about the suits."

Giyuu raised an eyebrow. "Suits?"

"For the wedding," Sanemi clarified, his tone sharp as he threw himself down onto the cushion across from Giyuu. "We need to figure out what the hell we're going to wear."

Giyuu blinked, clearly taken aback. He hadn't given much thought to what they would wear. In fact, he'd assumed it wouldn't be a big deal. A simple haori, maybe something clean and formal, nothing extravagant. It wasn't like they needed to make a spectacle of themselves.

"Does it really matter?" Giyuu asked quietly, his brow furrowing. "We could just wear—"

Before he could finish, Tengen cut in with an exaggerated wave of his hand. "Of course it matters, Giyuu!" he exclaimed, his voice booming. "This is your wedding! You can't just show up in your usual drab attire and call it a day."

Giyuu's brow furrowed slightly at the word drab, but he didn't respond, choosing instead to sip his tea in silence.

Sanemi, on the other hand, seemed caught between frustration and agreement. He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable with the direction this conversation was going. "Look, I don't give a damn about all that flashy crap, but we can't look like we just rolled out of bed."

Tengen nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! You both need to make a statement. Something bold. Something flashy. "

"I don't want flashy," Giyuu said, his voice soft but firm. "Something simple is fine."

Tengen's grin widened as if Giyuu hadn't said a word. "Leave it to me. I've already got some ideas, and trust me, they're going to make you both look incredible. You'll be the talk of the century."

Sanemi shot Giyuu a warning look, as if to say this is your fault, but Giyuu only shrugged. He hadn't invited Tengen into this mess, but somehow, the Sound Hashira had managed to insert himself into every part of the wedding planning. And now, it seemed, he had taken it upon himself to handle their attire.

"I'm not wearing anything bedazzled," Sanemi growled, crossing his arms over his chest. "So whatever you've got planned, forget it."

Tengen let out a laugh, clearly unfazed by Sanemi's threat. "Don't worry, Shinazugawa. I know your style. We'll keep it classy—but with a little extra flair."