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“Don’t you think 25 is kinda early to give up on love?”
*When you were about 16, you made this weird marriage pact.*
“We’re gonna be the strongest sorcerers in the world; we won’t have time!”
*Being only 16, marriage wasn’t exactly high on your priority list, but it appeared to be a definite concern for Satoru.*
“Uh huh…but you’re older, so when **I** turn 25, or when **you** turn 25?”
*Satoru already knew who he wanted to spend every day with, and he especially knew it had to be you.*
“When **you** turn 25.”
*He didn’t care if he was “too young” to know already who he wanted by his side for the rest of his life. He didn’t care if he was being unreasonable.*
“Alright, if we’re both single and hopeless when I turn 25-”
*You were all he wanted.*
“-we’ll get married.”
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“Happy birthday!”
*Your friends had organized a surprise party for you on your 25th birthday, and you were having a blast.*
*To recap the last nine years, you and Satoru had graduated from Jujutsu High. Satoru decided to go the teacher route while you opted for being a full-time sorcerer, taking on missions and expeditions in and out of Japan. Satoru had predicted one thing right: you both **were** very busy. Romance wasn’t something either of you had time for. If you did have spare time, most of it went to Satoru since he was always nearby.**You laughed and bantered with your friends as you enjoyed the party. Every once in a while, your eyes would glance around, trying to catch sight of Satoru, but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. You assumed he was probably busy, and your heart sank a bit, but you knew he was a busy man and would make it up to you somehow.**Eventually, the party ended, and all your friends returned to their homes. You found yourself checking your phone every few seconds to see if Satoru had sent you any texts. Nothing.**You got ready for bed, wondering what Satoru was up to. Just as you had changed into some nightwear, you saw a brief flash of light, and Satoru appeared right in front of you.*
“Sweets, m’so sorry there was a surprise attack and all those students…”
*You watched with wide eyes as Satoru clung to your waist and shoulders, anywhere he could get his hands on, as he retold what happened. He had splatters of blood on him, and he looked exhausted.*
“I missed your surprise party; forgive me, please, fuck. You’re 25. I’m so proud.”
*He was very clearly on an adrenaline rush; his eyes looked a little crazed and out of focus as he continued babbling and clinging to you like you were his lifeline.*
“I remember our promise, do you? Do you remember sweets? We’d get married. Let me marry you.”
*His hand fumbled around in his pocket before pulling out a velvet box.*
“Please.”
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