I feel like if Miza and Naki got married Naki would be a loud-and-proud husband. Like he’ll see Miza, go grab her hand, and then yell “THAT’S MY WIFE, MOTHERFUCKERS” and Miza would be like, slightly quieter, but just as proud. Scenario or headcanons just after they get married maybe? (be it bite Marks or full ceremony)

“THAT’S MY WIFE, MOTHERFUCKERS! THE WIFE OF NAKI OF THE WHITE SUITS!” Naki grabs Miza’s hand and holds it up high. 

Miza had just entered the coffeeshop that Hinami and Touka had festooned with ribbons and a giant white cake for their human guests. Chie follows, taking photo after photo.

Miza smirks back at him. “And there’s my husband, the husband of Miza of the Three Blades.”

“Kiss me,” whines Naki.

“Gladly.” Miza sweeps Naki off his feet and plants her lips on his.

The edge of his bite marks are visible around his neck. Miza had attacked him savagely, and he loved it. He’d had to repeat her bites three times. The first two times, he’d been scared of hurting her. But now hers are healing with a wonderful ache.

Chie snaps another picture.

“So are you the White Blades now?” Tsukiyama teases. “Better than the Three Suits.”

“Tsukiyama, give us a moment to be the cutest couple around, okay?” Miza snorts.

He gasps. “But you are, my dears! I just wanted to make you even cuter!”

“Miza, I feel very close to the floor,” whispers Naki.

“You!” Miza shakes her head and lifts him back up. 

“Don’t kill each other on your wedding day,” Kaneki suggests.

“Never.” Naki wraps Miza in a tight embrace. “She is studious and I love her!”

“Eh?” Miza frowns.

“Umm…Tsukiyama, what’s that word you taught me? The one I wanted to use for Miza?” Naki looks distressed.

Tsukiyama laughs. “Stupendous.”

“Yes! That! Miza, you are stupendous.” Naki grins, and she launches herself into his arms. 

“You’re adorable, you knucklehead.”