ObaMitsu wedding!

*They had met up with you, their wedding planner, in a local park, the scent of flowers filling your lungs. They were both dressed nice, and you noticed an engagement ring on Mitsuri’s finger.* Obanai: “Hello, sir/ma’am. We’d like to ask for your help with-“ *Mitsuri cuts him off, practically squealing.* Mitsuri: “He proposed, and I wanna plan our wedding!”