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

VI. Step Six: Handle Flowers (Without Throwing a Punch)

Sanemi Shinazugawa had never been a man who cared about aesthetics. Flowers, decorations, fancy suits-they all fell into the same category of "things that don't matter." And yet, here he was, standing outside a small flower shop with Giyuu, Mitsuri, and an overexcited Tengen, preparing to pick out floral arrangements for his wedding.

It was a situation he'd never imagined himself in, and the absurdity of it wasn't lost on him.

"Just so we're clear," Sanemi muttered as he crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at the quaint shop sign that read Petals of Serenity, "I don't care what kind of flowers we get."

Mitsuri, who was practically vibrating with excitement, clasped her hands together and beamed up at him. "Oh, Sanemi! Don't say that! Flowers are so important! They can set the whole mood of the wedding."

Sanemi grunted, unimpressed. "As long as I don't have to smell them the entire time, I don't care."

"I'm sure we can find something that's not too overwhelming," Giyuu added quietly from beside him, his calm demeanor in stark contrast to Sanemi's gruffness. Giyuu seemed unbothered by the entire situation, which wasn't surprising-Giyuu rarely reacted to anything unless it was life-threatening. Still, there was something different about him today, something more attentive than usual.

Sanemi raised an eyebrow at him. "You actually care about this?"

Giyuu shrugged, his eyes scanning the storefront. "I don't want it to look... wrong."

Sanemi rolled his eyes. "It's just flowers."

"No, no!" Mitsuri jumped in, her enthusiasm undeterred by Sanemi's lack of interest. "The flowers are so important! They'll help bring everything together-the venue, the atmosphere, the colors. Trust me, Sanemi, you'll want the right ones."

Sanemi grunted in response. "Whatever. As long as we're not standing in a damn garden, I don't care."

Tengen, who had been standing quietly by the side, smirked and crossed his arms. "Don't worry, Shinazugawa. I've got some ideas that'll blow your mind."

Sanemi shot him a wary glance. "You keep saying that, and it never makes me feel better."

"Trust me, my floral ideas are flashy as hell."

"That's exactly why I don't trust you."

Before Tengen could respond, Mitsuri pushed open the door to the flower shop, ushering them all inside with an excited wave of her hand. The shop was small but cozy, the air filled with the sweet scent of fresh flowers. Rows of delicate blooms in various shades of pink, white, and lavender lined the shelves, their petals catching the soft afternoon light. A few small potted plants sat in the corners, their leaves a vibrant green that added to the shop's calming atmosphere.

Mitsuri practically skipped to the counter, her eyes wide with wonder as she looked around at the various arrangements on display. "Oh, this is perfect! Look at all these beautiful flowers!"

Sanemi glanced around, unimpressed. Flowers were flowers. They all looked the same to him-bright, frilly, and completely unnecessary. He wasn't about to get worked up over something so trivial.

But Giyuu, surprisingly, seemed more engaged. His eyes scanned the flowers with a focused intensity, and after a moment, he walked over to a small bouquet of white lilies and chrysanthemums, his brow furrowed slightly as he inspected them.

"These are nice," Giyuu said, holding up the bouquet for Mitsuri to see. "But the colors are too... bright."

Sanemi blinked, staring at Giyuu in disbelief. "Are you serious?"