Wrong Script, Right Love Chapter 184: THE END

[Renji’s POV — Ceremony Hall ]

I’ve walked down the aisle before and yet—I’ve never felt this nervous.

Too nervous.

My heart thunders so loudly I’m half-afraid the guests can hear it. But this ti, the fear is different. It isn’t the terror of being torn apart. It isn’t fate looming overhead.

Funny thing is...I don’t know what I am nervous about. Maybe it’s because this ti... there is no fear of separation.

Maybe it’s because I love him so much that every new beginning makes my hands shake.

Yes, that’s it.

This is the real thing.

I’m nervous because this is my happiness. Not borrowed body happiness. This is Renji Takeda happiness.

This is forever.

Creak.

The doors open and the music softens and there he is—standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for .

Hayato.

He’s smiling faintly, like he’s holding himself together by sheer will. His posture is calm, but his eyes—his eyes never leave mine.

For a mont, the hall disappears and it was only us.

When I took my first step forward, it wasn’t fear that filled —It’s excitent. Excitent for mornings together. For argunts that end in laughter. For growing old side by side.

And Hayato?

The mont he sees , he forgets where he is.

I can tell.

The way his breath catches. His shoulders relax, like he’s finally ho. When I reach him, he reaches for imdiately, fingers warm and familiar, grounding in the present.

"You’re late," he whispers.

I scoff softly. "I’m the bride. I’ll walk slowly. why should I destroy my mont because my husband is so desperate to hold ."

"So cruel," he murmurs.

I chuckle under my breath.

The officiant clears his throat gently, bringing the world back into focus, "Alright, Let us begin."

He looks at us—at our joined hands, our shared breath.

"Today," he begins, "we gather to witness the union of two souls—"

Hayato’s grip tightens around mine and in that mont, I know—No gods. No past lives. No fate could ever take this away from us.

Because this ti, we chose each other, and this—This is the life we’ll live.

Together.

The officiant smiles, voice steady and sure, stepping back a little. "And now, I pronounce you husband and husband."

The words settle into my chest like sothing permanent.

"Now, you may kiss each other."

Hayato doesn’t rush.

He lifts one hand to my cheek, thumb brushing gently as if he’s morizing this exact second. His smile is small, emotional—completely unguarded.

And then he kisses .

Applause breaks out around us, laughter and joy filling the hall, but for a heartbeat longer, it’s just us—foreheads touching, breath shared, hands still entwined.

That day—December 28, 2025.

We didn’t defy fate; we rewrote it and in doing so—We beca husband and husband.

***

[One Year Later—Sowhere Near a Quiet Village]

"Honey..." Hayato said, slowing the car as he looked around for the third ti. "I really don’t think there’s an orphanage here."

I frowned at my phone, zooming the map in and out like it might suddenly change its mind."...Even Google Maps says there’s nothing nearby."

I sighed, leaning back in my seat. "But Grandma God clearly said outside the city."

He glanced at sideways, lips twitching. "Honey, have you considered the possibility that you were scamd by so random grandma?"

I shot him a look. "In a dream?"

"I’m just saying— we’ve driven through three villages, two empty roads, and many goats. There is no orphanage."

"Shut your mouth and look around," I snapped automatically.

He raised an eyebrow. "Wow. One year of marriage and you’re already this cruel."

I stared out the window.

Zephyy is here, and I’m not letting him survive alone in this world alone.

Then—

CRASH!BUMP!

The car jolted violently.

"What—!!" I grabbed the dashboard. "Hayato! Where were you looking?!"

He slamd on the brakes, eyes wide. "I was looking for an orphanage, honey!"

We sat there for half a second in stunned silence before both of us unbuckled at the sa ti. Outside, the damage was obvious.

The front of the car had kissed a very solid pole.

Hayato stared at the engine, hands on his hips. "...Well."

"Please tell it’s not dead."

He crouched, peeked once, then stood back up slowly, "...It’s very dead."

I looked at the quiet village around us—old houses, narrow roads, distant hills, and no people in sight.

"...Great, we are In the middle of nowhere."

Hayato turned to , completely calm.

"Well," he said, slipping his hand into mine like it was the most natural thing in the world, "good news is—we can finally have those romantic nights in a quiet village—"

I shot him a glare and he said, "I will look for help imdiately."

He wandered off down the road, waving lazily, "Try not to fall in love with any villagers while I’m gone, honey."

I sighed and leaned against the damaged car, arms crossed, waiting, waiting and waiting.

Then—"Are you... alone?"

The voice was small. Soft. Careful.

I straightened and looked around and then—A tiny head peeked out from behind the car.

Very small, Very dirty and Very, very cute.

A little boy—no more than two years old—stood there clutching a stick like it was a legendary sword. His clothes were worn, his cheeks smudged with dirt, and his hair sticking up in all directions.

But his eyes—Blue and gold, mixed like sunlight caught in deep water.

My breath hitched; sothing tugged at my chest. Hard.

He took a cautious step closer.

I blinked.

He blinked back.

I blinked again.

He blinked—twice.

. . .

. . .

Then—"Pfft!"

I burst out laughing, crouching down to his level. "Oh, I see. We’re playing now? Who blinks more?"

He nodded and I smiled faintly, saying, "Oh my...what do I do...seems like I lost the ga."

He brightened and asked, "That ans... I won?"

I smiled warmly. "Yes, sweetheart, You won."

His face lit up like fireworks.

"YAYYYY!" he shouted, hopping in place on his tiny legs. "I won! I won!"

Then he suddenly stretched his arms toward , palms open, utterly serious.

"My gift."

I blinked. "...Your gift?"

He nodded firmly. "Yes."

"What kind of gift?" I asked, amused.

He stared at like I was the slow one. "You can just give a hug."

My chest ached.

I opened my arms.

And without hesitation, he waddled right into them, hugging with all the strength his tiny body could manage—head pressed against my shoulder like he’d decided sothing important.

I froze.

Then gently wrapped my arms around him and it felt way too familiar.

For a fleeting second, it felt exactly like holding that clingy blue lizard from another life—small, stubborn, and oddly determined to stay close.

I gently pulled back, brushing the dust from his ssy hair. "Now, now, Let take you to your mother. She must be worried."

He blinked up at , eyes wide and innocent, "But...I don’t have a mother."

My body stiffened.

No mother?

Then that ans—I swallowed and forced my expression to stay gentle.

"...Alright, Then let take you ho, okay?"

He nodded imdiately, small fingers slipping into mine like it was the most natural thing in the world. I stood up with him just as—

"Honey! I found so villagers who said—"

Hayato stopped mid-sentence and stared at us. Then he pointed dramatically at , "Honey, did you cheat on ?"

I stared at him, completely dumbfounded.

. . .

. . .

I looked down at the child. "Kid, let take you ho."

He nodded again, unbothered.

Hayato walked up beside , crouching slightly to inspect him. "...Who’s this kid?"

"He must be lost," I said.

The boy tightened his grip on my hand.

"He’s very cute though," Hayato said casually. "It feels like he’s already ours."

I smiled—because I feel the sa too.

"Oh, right," Hayato said suddenly, snapping his fingers. "The villagers told there’s an orphanage nearby. They said it often sends children into the city."

"An orphanage? So there is one here?"

He nodded.

The boy looked up at us and said simply, "That’s my ho."

Everything stopped.

I looked down at him slowly; Blue-and-gold eyes t mine and sothing deep inside my chest pulled—sharp, unmistakable.

Just like Grandma God said.

Your instincts will guide you.

The mory of Zephyy hit . Blue scales. Golden eyes. A stubborn dragon who loved too fiercely and paid the price for it.

My breath caught.

Is it you... Zephyy?

I didn’t know how to confirm it. But as he leaned closer to , pressing his small shoulder against my leg like he belonged there. Beside .

***

[Later — Village Orphanage]

The orphanage ca into view at the end of a narrow dirt road—old walls and faded paints.

And then—"Zephyy...! Zephyyy!"

The voice rang out sharply and I froze at the entrance.

"...Did," I whispered, my heart pounding, "did she just say Zephyy?"

Hayato glanced at , confused. "What’s wrong, honey?"

Before I could answer—The little boy suddenly let go of my hand and ran forward.

"Aunty! I’m here!"

The woman rushed toward him, relief washing over her face as she crouched down and pulled him into a hug.

"God, you scared . Didn’t I tell you not to run around alone?"

He pouted, "But I like to play."

She sighed, rubbing his head fondly, then finally noticed us standing there.

"Oh," she said, straightening. "You are...?"

I stepped forward, eyes never leaving the boy, because there’s no doubt he is our Zephyy.

I hesitated only a second before Hayato stepped saying, "We’re... here to adopt a kid."

Her face brightened. "Oh! That’s wonderful. The children would be very happy to et you. Please, co inside."

I still couldn’t take my eyes off him.

Before I could speak again, Hayato stepped forward calmly.

"Actually, instead of eting all the children..." He knelt slightly, eting the boy’s eye level. "We were wondering about him."

The woman blinked. "Zephyy?"

Hayato nodded. "Yes, we’d like to apply to be his parents."

I turned to him, Hayato t my gaze and smiled—gentle, certain, "He’s cute, Don’t you think?"

. . .

"Yes," I whispered, smiling back. "He’s very cute."

The boy looked between us, then suddenly grabbed my hand again, squeezing it tightly and in that mont—There was no doubt left in my heart.

Those blue-and-gold eyes. That familiar pull. That stubborn closeness.

Yes. This was Zephyy.

Our Zephyy.

***

[Later — Inside the Orphanage Office]

Papers rustled softly as Hayato signed where he was told, calm and focused.

I turned to the orphanage lady across the desk, "May I ask, why you nad him Zephyy?"

She looked surprised. "Oh—actually, I didn’t."

Hayato glanced up. "You didn’t?"

"No. It was an old lady who brought him to us."

"An old lady?" Hayato repeated.

"Yes," she nodded. "She appeared out of nowhere one morning. She was holding a baby and said he’d been abandoned by his parents. And when she placed him in my arms, she smiled and said—’Have a good life, Zephyy.’ Then she left."

The room felt suddenly very still.

"...Did she had a Green eyes?" I asked quietly.

She looked at in surprise. "Yes. How did you know?"

I smiled, warmth spreading through my chest, "Just a guess."

She nodded, accepting it easily—like it didn’t need any explanation and just like that—Everything made sense.

"Shall we go?" Hayato asked softly once the last paper was signed.

I nodded. Outside, Zephyy was sitting on the front steps, feet swinging impatiently. The mont he saw us, he jumped up.

Hayato crouched and lifted him easily into his arms, "Now, shall we go ho, Zephyy?"

Zephyy blinked—then his face broke into the brightest smile, "Yes, Daddy!"

Hayato laughed, the sound full and unguarded, as Zephyy wrapped his tiny arms around his neck. I watched them—my husband and my son—my heart so full it almost hurt.

And that was how we left the orphanage.

Not as two n searching for sothing lost—But as a family.

"We should decide his na once we’re ho," Hayato said thoughtfully.

"I already thought about one."

Hayato raised a brow, amused. "Oh? What is it?"

I smiled softly, "What about Haru?"

He humd, the sound thoughtful and warm.

"Haru..." he repeated. "it ans a Spring. A beginning. Warmth after a long winter."

His smile deepened. "That’s very beautiful, honey."

Hayato shifted Zephyy slightly in his arms and asked softly, "Do you like the na, my boy?"

The little one blinked, then strteched his arms wide, eyes shining, "Yes... verrrryyyy much!"

Hayato laughed, pure and bright, and wrapped one arm around as we started walking toward the car. Haru giggled at the sound of his new na, repeating it to himself like a treasure he didn’t want to lose.

And just like that—We found it.

Our small, imperfect, precious family filled with love, warmth, and open hearts and we finally wrote our happy ending.