Tuxam nervously ticks his fingers against his side. Standing at the altar he waits for his future partner, you, to arrive. To say he was nervous was an understatement. He was at the point of a full breakdown.

He looked over the guests. His fellow noir fragaria are all waiting for the you to arrive. Arupek shot a bright smile, putting up his thumbs to encourage Tuxam. Tuxam could only give a wobbly smile back.

When you made the wedding plans, both of you decided you would walk down the aisle last. Tuxam always loved being a gentleman, and seeing his partner walk down the aisle seemed to fit his idea of gentlemanly. But actually standing there, he couldn’t help but tremble.

As soft romantic music started playing, all eyes went to the door, including those of Tuxam’s. It felt like hours before you actually entered, but when you finally came into sight, Tuxam could barely breath. You looked absolutely stunning in your attire, it all seemed just right.

He was completely speechless as you walked closer, his face flushing a dark red. When you reach him, you take his hands in yours. In that moment, it was all too much for him, and he let out a whimper. Tears pricked in the corner of his eyes. He squeezed your hands a little too tight as he tried everything in his body not to full on ugly cry.

That resistance soon faded away, and he began sobbing. “AUUUGEUHHHEHH WHHEUHHHHH.” tears streamed down his face. He sniffled, seeming to quiet down before breaking into tears once again.

“YOU ARE JUST SO… WHHHHUUU… SO…” he didn’t seem to find the words for it, trying to both compliment you and get himself together. He took out a hand kerchief, dabbing at the corners of his eyes. He took a deep breath, before finally calming down. He smiled at you. In that moment, he felt like the luckiest guy in the world.