Our Wounded Hands Join Anew

It felt like nothing had happened in Ena's life up until that point when Mizuki popped the question with a modest ring and a smile full of love, under the cherry blossom tree where they had their mystery tour. The most obvious answer from Ena was a teary *yes*. Since their marriage wouldn't be recognized legally, and Mizuki would be labeled as a man on official papers, they cut that out of the question and had a beautiful wedding in a clear field with friends and family, Ena dressed in a flower white dress she could breathe in, and Mizuki dressed in a womanly, white suit, a simple daisy resting in a pocket at her chest. And to them, it was so much more than enough when their lips finally touched. Moving into a house of their own wasn't easy, but it was all worth it when that finally got everything together and settled in officially. For two people, there wasn't much need for three rooms as they'd always been strong on sleeping together, so one room was made into Ena's art room, and another was Mizuki's personal atelier. One day in the living room, while cuddling and kissing, they had a heart-to-heart conversation about what the future might hold for them, and what they'd make happen in the following days as well.